"You... You..." ALEX couldn't believe it, taking another step back. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. This wasn't how he'd written it. What was happening? Why was this stupid overpowered hero bastard straying from his role?

"I stuck close to you so that no one else could do so, Alex. But I can't do it anymore."

The blonde haired man smiles. It feels wrong somehow. To see this strange awfully devoted adoring look on this bastard's infuriatingly handsome face, blood that certainly wasn't his dripping off of his clothes and yet he still manages to look so damn handsome.

"You're only allowed to look at me from now on. To anyone who dares to look at you, I'll gauge their fucking eyes out."

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Once upon a time, there was a writer who hated a man so much that he created another world for him. A world of demons and angels and dragons and weapons. A world of magic, for the sole purpose of this resentment and hatred. 

One day, he kills off one of his characters thoughtlessly.​​​​​​​

The second day, he kills off the fan-favorite character next.

The third day, he wakes up as one of the cannon fodders that he had killed off without a second thought.