Chapter 1: Deal to be the devil

I felt intense pain the moment my feet left the ground, my heart was burning with the desire to survive this ordeal and capture Abiddon for my own use. Although since my vision is currently white I'm not sure whether I won or what.

"You certainly made a mess." I heard a voice next to me, it was hard to tell whether it was male or female.

"You mean I won?" I somehow managed to ask.

"No, you died, horribly at that. Although you did manage to gravely injure Abiddon so much that he won't be of use for a few years. My wonderfully written story is ruined thanks to you." the voice said, although it spoke and I could somehow detect emotion from it, understanding said emotions was a different story.

"So you're the god of this place. Mind taking me back to my world?" I requested.

"Why should I do that? I have plans for you since you ruined my script." said the person.

"Ow man, this sucks," I muttered.

"Yes it sure does." responded the God.

"So I get that I ruined ya story and all but can't you just snap your fingers and fix everything?" I asked.

"I can but I decided not to. I've decided to resurrect you and allow you to continue with your goal, but with a twist." spoke the God, I could hear the smirk on its voice.

"Really, but is that a good thing or what?" I asked, unsure of how to feel about this.

"Depends, I mean you'll have to fight the entire world, the Dragon priestess, and her love interests in the future. They can't let the demon lord run rampant after all," said the God.

"Wait really?" I exclaimed in shock.

"Yes, You will play the role of the final boss of my new tale. A banished noble goes to the dark continent and takes the power of the dark dragon to excert her revenge on those who wronged her. What do you think?" asked the God.

"You know, That sounds awesome, if I win I can have the entire world to myself right?" I asked.

"Yeah I see no problem with that, I mean the stroy would be over by then. I'm sure you'll be bored after that since the world would be under your control, we'll play this game of ours until we get tired of it. You'll be a toy of mine until then." spoke the God and I sighed,

"After that?" I asked.

"Well once I get bored I'll just make you a minor god or something, but you'll have to survive and take over the worlds I send you to." spoke the God.

"Really, cool let's play then. I'll be your demon lord." I said, I mean all I have to do is play until they get bored right, how long will that take 1000 or so years.

"Yes, Now wake up. I also have a guidence system in place it should help you." said the God as it's voice started to fade away and I felt myself falling.

.OoO.

Where am I, who's am I.

Wait I remember now, that used to be me.

The person I was gazing at was a rather handsome man, he possessed black hair and eyes, fair skinned and held a arrogant snare on his face. Dressed in a sharp suit he walked like he owned life, like he owned the world.

He was smart,rich and experienced all that life had to offer. After years of living the high life he settled down, deciding to take a wife and child. He lived a normal life, his daughter that he loved dearly introduced him to video games, and he taught her science, telling her that some day if she desired it he would assist her by funding her projects should she desire to create a VR system.

But that was not to be, his wife and daughter died in a car accident and he lived a life of solitude, but he did finally realise the dream of his baby girl though, and he remembered the game that was tested.

The name was kind of fuzzy but it was a mix between an RPG and dating sim, said to appeal to both gander types.

'Ah yeah, the game is similar to the world I live in, No wonder I recognised it.' those were my thoughts. 'Man I had a great life, I wonder if my life this time is going to end up being as good as my previous one. No I'm going to make it as good, maybe take over the world or some such.' As these thoughts passed through my head the memories finished playing, displaying the previous me dying happily surrounded by family and friends.

.OoO.

Then intense pain, I recognized what was happening. From what I can tell mine and Abiddon's last clash took out over half my body and wounded Abiddon, now he's currently laying there, in a large clearing. It seems the god reformed it, I don't want to know what happened to the place when we finished.

The crater we are on is filled with the purple blood of the dragon, and that very same blood is reforging my body. The world darkened, as miasma gathered and assisted in the forming of my new dark self.

It didn't take long, and while painful the experience of being recreated was invaluable as it allowed me a great deal of understanding over the power granted to me, or was it my own since it was more like my will that kept me alive until I could be reformed, and as it did I took control over that power and changed it nature to suit my desires.

The I rose and noticed that I was standing at the bottom of the massive crater that was created. Abaddon looked at me, and shock was written all over the dragon's face, and it was thanks to that very shock that it couldn't react, as I cast my spell. | Purgatory Pillar | From under the beast, a massive pillar of purple-black flames erupted consuming it whole.

The roar of pain it produced was satisfying to hear. I chained the attack, with a dark magic-infused sky fall. The heat of over 10 suns roasted Abaddon.

"Too bad for you my friend the plot armor kicked in," I said as I prepared my next attack, but a powerful shockwave blasted me back. I skitted to a stop and noted Abaddon's injured form, but was now wrapped in darkness once more, but not as intense.

I held a hand out, and I created in my head, the image took shape in reality and in my hand was an ethereal weapon, made of pure darkness yet glowing a faint white. Then I lashed out with the weapon it flew forward like a whip and the monster dodged by first strike and retaliated by sading a powerful twister that I dispursed with a wind spell of my own while bringing back the whip and cutting onto the monster's chest.

It roared and flew back to what seemed to be the end of my range but I lashed out once more cut off the arm. It screamed in pain but still, the monster wasn't safe. I swung and flicked and each attack left a grave wound on the monster, a wound that did not heal.

Until finally the monster could not move, too wounded and broken to even fight back. I needed something from this monster, needed it's powerful body, needed it's invaluable blood, but above it all I needed it's poweful core, The dark dragon's dragon factor.

And now I had it, and the powerful still alive dragon.

.oOo. YEARS LATER

A beautiful city, floating high up in the air among the clouds. A massive castle, one large that it pirced to heaven, and atop that castle a woman sat, She smiled.

"Let the game's begin."

Her divine voice rang out.

.oOo. end of chapter 1