For it is better to suffer for doing good, if that should be God's will, than to suffer for doing evil.
- 1 Peter 3:17
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Once upon a time, a girl, blessed by the Gods, fell from the sky. Put on this cruel dark Earth to spread love and kindness to fight the budding seed of evil in humanity, she strives to bring hope among all of mankind.
One day, she aims to purify the workaholic soul of Damien Winters, too preoccupied with work to let God into his life.
On the second month, she's overjoyed to find that her meddling has swiftly yielded results.
And on the forth month as she turns to leave to continue her voyage of spreading goodness, only to be met with-
"You're not leaving me." Damien says. "Never never nevernevernevernever-"A hand wraps around her neck as another hand goes to spread her legs."I'll do anything to make you stay. Whether it means killing all those who so much as smile at you, keeping you locked up and monitored and fucking you senseless."
"You... You..." ALEXcouldn'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.