[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
[LOCATION: THE UNWRITTEN SANCTUM]
[DIVINITY: 7.9% (USURPER-PRIMAL)]
[WARNING: YOU ARE STANDING ON THE 'PAGE OF EXISTENCE'.]
The Creator finally put down his pen. Looked at me. He did not look at my Abyssal Reaper or my Obsidian Plate. He looked into my eyes. "You think you have won because you reached the desk " he said. ". You are still just a character, Alaric. You are an stubborn character. You are also very rude.. You are still just a character."
I was angry. "Characters do not bleed the person who wrote them " I said in a voice. My voice was so loud that it shook the room. ". They do not climb out of the trash with a powerful engine in their chest."
I took a step forward.. The floor, which is called the "Page" moved. Words started to appear under my feet: [The Usurper kneels his strength failing as the weight of his sins becomes a burden.]
My legs felt heavy. It was not because I was tired. It was because the universe was being told that I was weak.. The universe had to agree.
Isabella screamed. "Stop writing!" she said.. As she moved new words appeared: [The Princess freezes her ice turning into glass her heart slowing to a crawl.]
Isabella stopped moving. Her body turned into a statue made of glass. Elara and Lilith were also frozen. They could not move because the universe was being told that they were not moving.
The Creator sighed. "You see I do not need to fight you " he said. "I just need to write about your defeat. You are 7.9% Divinity. I am 100% of the Story. You will lose."
I was angry. "Your math is wrong " I said. "You wrote a story about a person.. You forgot that you left a door open. You left the mistakes in the dark."
I used all my power. I did not try to move my body. I moved my desire. "Elara! Lilith! Use the link! Do not fight the words. Change the page!"
The silver ink on the floor was glowing. It was trying to make the world obey the Creators story.. I was not a word. I was a scream. I was a noise that existed before language.
Chapter 52: The Ink-Stained Rebellion (Part B)
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
[NARRATIVE INTERFERENCE: 85%]
[STATUS: ALARIC IS BEING 'WRITTEN' INTO SUBMISSION]
[COUNTER-MEASURE: PRIMAL LEAK INITIATED]
The Creator looked at me. "You think your story is the one?" I said. "A story is a thin layer of skin. It covers an ocean of chaos.. I am the hole in that skin."
I did not try to lift my legs. I grabbed Elara and Lilith. They were frozen like candles under the Creators words. I pulled them into the center of the 'Page'.
The Creator was writing. He was trying to erase Elaras memories. "Master... The words... They are erasing my memories!" Elara said. Her book was bleeding silver ink.
I looked at her. "Then do not be a memory " I said. "Be a feeling!"
I used all my power. I did not care about the story anymore. I focused on one thing. I claimed my place there on the Creators desk. The red mana in my body was flowing. It was staining the words of the Creator.
The Creators eyes were wide. His pen was shaking. The silver ink on his fingers was being replaced by the red mana.
"You are ruining the paper!" the Creator said. His voice was not calm anymore. "This is the version of the universe! You cannot just put things into the code!"
I looked at him. "It is not bad " I said. "It is life. It is the one thing you cannot summarize in a paragraph."
Isabella was free. She grabbed the edge of the Creators desk. Her eyes were on fire. "The story ends when we stop feeling " she said. "And thanks to Alaric... We will never stop feeling."
The room was changing. It was not a room anymore. It was a place. It swallowed the desk, the papers and the silver ink. It replaced the silence with the sound of a heart that refused to stop beating.
[DIVINITY: 7.9% -> 7.95%]
[NARRATIVE CONTROL: 50/50. STALEMATE]
The Creator was angry. "This is impossible!" he said. His pen was shaking. The tip was glowing with a white light. "I am the writer! I am the beginning and the end! You are a shadow I forgot to erase!"
I looked at him. "Then look at the shadow " I said.
I did not pull away from my friends. I dragged Isabella, Elara and Lilith with me. We were still connected. I reached for the Creators throat.
The Creator tried to write one sentence.. I slammed my hand down on the paper. The Abyssal Reapers edge caught the silver pen. The sound was like a universe cracking in half.
The pen broke. The silver ink did not flow. It exploded.
The Creator looked at his pen. "My pen..." he said. His eyes were wide with fear.
I felt my power growing. The Primal Seed in my chest was critical. It absorbed the exploding silver ink. It turned into a celestial purple.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: EVOLUTION COMPLETE]
[DIVINITY: 8.0%]
[ STATUS: THE UNWRITTEN SOVEREIGN]
[ TRAIT UNLOCKED: AUTHORIAL IMMUNITY]
The world slowed down. I felt my power changing. I was not a man who did not get tired. I was a man who could not be ended.
I grabbed the Creator. I pulled him over his desk. Our faces were inches apart. I could see my eyes in his pupils.
"You spent writing stories about other people " I said. ". You never learned how to handle a character who does not want to follow the script."
I looked back at my friends. They were not characters in his book anymore. They were the writers of the world. Isabellas eyes, Elaras eyes and Liliths eyes. They were all immune to his words.
"The book is ending, man " I said. ". I am the one holding the pen now."
I did not kill him. Not yet. I threw him back, into his chair. The room was changing. The white walls were bleeding into the rich purple of the Abyssal Sanctum.