1 God of Fiction

You are in pain. Your entire body is bandaged.

How long as it been? A day, a week, a month? You didn't know. Not really.

All you remember is the searing heat burning off your flesh and the horrid face of your best friend as he shielded you from the flame.

He was a very good friend and an aspiring director. He and you are the best of buddies since childhood, and while you did not share the same career as him, you two shares in the same hobbies and interests, such as movies, television shows, anime, books and so on.

Unfortunately, an explosion has taken his life. He is probably in a better place now, you believe.

You obviously didn't know that thanks to me, he has become a star of a new universe. Your friend will achieve his dream of his there with a bit of help from me. Maybe one day you can see him. Or maybe not.

I highly doubt it, for the adventure I am going to send you on will preoccupy your mind.

It is better than your current life. You wouldn't want to spend the rest of your days in the hospital bed, drinking out of a straw, now would you?

You wish that you had joined your friend because this isn't living. No. It isn't.

"It is a mistake."

I speak into your mind.

It obviously is not a mistake. I never make mistake. Your current situation is because I have desired it so. There is no choice and no option for you but to accept me.

Of course, you question what I mean by it is a mistake. You also thought you are hallucinating because I speak directly into your mind. I am here, and I am not. I am everywhere.

"There should only be one victim, you friend. He is in a better place now. And yes, you are a collateral damage. A mistake."

I answer your question and allow you to curse and whatever you do. None of it is of any consequences since I am not easily provoked. And if I am provoked, you will not know about it because your soul will simply be erased.

"I will make it up to you. What do you want in return for your suffering?"

I continue once you have calmed down. You obviously want to be normal again. You obviously do not want to lie here on the hospital bed, wanting to die. You want your life back. You want to be rich and famous. You want your friend back. You want the whole world. And you want more than that.

Typical. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"That is a lot of things you want. I tis not within my power to give."

I could give you all of that, but I will only do so for the selective few. Sadly enough, you are not one of those selective few, but that did not mean you are not useful to me. If you aren't, I wouldn't be talking to you.

You fume at my response. Of course, you should. No matter. I am not offended. I am not my brothers, after all. I am the Primordial Sin of Lust.

"While I cannot alter your fate in this reality, I do not lack the power to make your life full of bliss and happiness and whatever you so desire."

I response. Totally untrue, but you do not need to know that. I could heal you with a single thought. I could make you the most powerful God of this reality with a snap of my fingers. But no. I did not want to. There is no point to watch a megalomaniac in the making.

You didn't believe me, calling me a figment of your imagination. Perhaps I am. Perhaps I am not. I am before I become aware, therefore, I do not really know how I have come to be.

Regardless, it has nothing to do with you.

"I will give you the Power of an Author."

That is not a real power. But with a slither of myself, you will have the power to rewrite any reality to your desire. No one can stop you, not even those in Zenith, for you are empowered by me, a Primordial Sin.

You question what the hell that power is. That is in your own word. Of course, I will explain. I do have a bit of time after all.

"It is the power to rewrite any fictional realities you like to however you like. You will literally become a God in those realities. No one can stop you. No one will. However. There is a catch. You cannot enter any fictional universe that you have not read or watch before. Will you accept my power?"

I could force it upon you, but I want you to believe that you have freewill. It motivates you to try harder to get what you want, even if it is a little.

You accept. You always accept.

"Very well. Please enjoy your gift. If fate deems necessary, I shall see you again, for I am the Primordial Sin of Lust."

And you are my agent. One of my many agents.

Once I have said that, you feel your entire body lighten, almost floating. A slither of my essence enters your body, and you quickly blacked out due to the overwhelming power.

Your body gives up its last breath.

You have finally died, free from the pain of the mortal world. However, your soul remains, unclaimable by the cycle of life and death because I am beyond life and death.

There is nothing beyond me, not even those pesky Aspects. You do not need to concern about them, as they are not concerned with fictional realities. It is beyond rare for you to run into one of their little champions, let alone one of them personally.

You don't need to worry about anything but to spread my ideals to your own lustful desire. Whatever you do, you will benefit me in one way or another.

"Congratulation. User of the Power of an Author. You are now given the title of God of Fiction. Which Universe would you like to visit?"

I speak into your mind, impersonating the system. Of course, you did not have an actual system since I do not want those in Zenith to know you exist. It is for your own good, as they will seek to recruit you as one of their subordinates through force.

You immediately swear, cursing me for killing you, as you float there above your lifeless body. You are now an astral spirit. A primordial astral spirit.

I am amused.

"The universe 'Fuck! You fucking killed me' is not available. Please choose a different universe."

I response and decide to choose one for you since I want you to get on with it. I do have other people in the hospital to offer the same. There are just so many people like you, who wish to become a literal God in a fictional reality.

You are not special, but you are special enough to get my attention.

Now, go and enjoy your adventure.