Disclaimer: This is fanwork based on the anime Re:Creators by Troyca. Its setting, characters and plot belong to their rightful creators. I write this only for fun and as a little writing experiment.

EPISODE 22: I'LL BE BACK

The sun rises. The credits roll. The Elimination Chamber Festival has ended. And with it, my hopes and dreams.

The Military Uniform Princess won. She overcame all my clever plans and traps, she overpowered my army of dupes and traitors, she gained the sympathy of the gods of pleasure, and she achieved the godhood that was supposed to be mine. At this very moment, she's probably creating new worlds or having hot lesbian sex with Faketsuna. Or both.

That should have been me! The goddess, I mean, not the one having hot lesbian sex. Not that there's anything wrong with that, mind you. I mean, I'm not especially interested, but if it was someone like Princess Tomato, perhaps I…

Oh, now I remember. She's dead. Forget I said anything.

On the bright side, I'm alive. No small feat. For a moment, I thought that the entire multiverse was about to be destroyed. As long as there is life, no defeat is final. As long as I have my magic, my wits and my pawns, I can start again.

And talking about pawns…

While everyone is crying or smiling, I get off the machine and approach Ms. Kikuchihara.

"You succeeded in saving the world", I say.

At first, Kikuchihara looks at me with a dumbfounded expression. Surely, she realizes that her role was minimal during this crisis. She was a lackey in a management position. Nothing more. Even Souta was more useful. Why would anyone give her credit for our survival?

But I've talked enough times to her to know that she's always wanted to be a heroine. To save the world for real instead of being another cog in the bureaucratic machine. She's my direct link to the Japanese government; telling her what she wants to hear is a small price to pay to keep her gullible and loyal.

First, we shake hands (I go as far as taking my glove off! So generous of me not to worry about her germs!). Then, she hugs me. Such an emotional response. Evidently, my words have moved her.

Excellent.

In the meantime, my other pawns rush to praise Souta for his work. Without his scenario, we'd probably be dead. Nobody mentions the elephant in the room, though: that he probably betrayed us to Magane, the Shark Girl. His words before the acceptance for his plot skyrocketed… Yeah, I still don't have proof, but I'm going to have a very serious chat with him once the circus is over.

"I said your story was interesting, remember? What you created was amazing", Mr. Matsubara says while patting him in the back. "It's something none of us were able to do. Be proud. Very proud".

Mr. Matsubara gets out of the room, still smiling.

You know, for a person who saw his two main Creations, basically his children, kill each other on live TV, Mr. Matsubara is quite cheerful. Too cheerful, in fact. I wonder where he's going…

Oh, no.

Mr. Matsubara, don't do it! You were the first Creator who succeeded at rewriting. Your plots in the crossover gave me power beyond my wildest dreams. You could have been the key to my divine ascension, if a certain twin-tailed menace hadn't stolen the show. You can't die, Mr. Matsubara!

Not until I've found a proper replacement, that is.

00000

"Selesia!", Mr. Matsubara weeps.

It didn't take long for Ms. Marine and I to find Mr. Matsubara. He's crying in a corner, too close to an open balcony for comfort. As expected, he blames himself for his character's demise.

"It's all because I made the story like this!"

Honestly, he's not wrong. Princess Tomato always showcased that naive self-sacrificing heroic syndrome because he wrote her that way. And the less we talk about how he turned Charon into a depressed edgelord, the better.

However, if I told him the naked truth, he would break. I can't risk it.

"If you had written the story differently, saving the world wouldn't have been a part of our destiny. Everything comes full circle. The inevitable returns to where it belongs", I tell him.

…

Yeah, I don't understand what I'm saying either.

"And you're alive", I point out. "That is the most important thing".

Not surprisingly, Mr. Matsubara is unimpressed by my poor attempt at psychological counseling.

"Is it important? This is so stupid".

Thankfully, Marine comes to the rescue.

"Matsubara! Selesia will continue to exist! And Takarada's Alicetaria too!"

Nice thinking, Ms. Marine! Indeed, as long as this world continues to exist, Mr. Matsubara can keep writing new stories to his heart's content. Including Selesia's. There's just one little problem, and I can't help but be honest with him:

"The Selesia that came to this world lost her life. But that's only the end of one of the many possible branches. Matsubara, the Selesia in the stories that you'll write in the future will never have the chance to meet us. However, her willpower and thoughts will remain the same. As long as you write her story that way".

At this point, I almost expect Mr. Matsubara and Ms. Marine to call my bluff. Didn't we and the government already agree that us, Creations, are our own people? That we are persons with human rights? Our Selesia was a unique being, not a mere reproduction of a Platonic Ideal. The Selesia of the novels remains a blank, a piece of paper devoid of reality. No matter how much Mr. Matsubara writes, she'll never be the Princess Tomato we knew and lov… we knew and magnanimously tolerated.

But if he needs to believe in a replacement goldfish to keep working…

"I want you to keep your promise to her. Give her world stories and coffee", I remind him. "And this time, let Selesia live to the end of the story, together with Charon".

What about the other characters? Don't worry, they're secondary. Literally. They exist so that the heroes can feel sad when they die. Just… Don't get carried away. Last time you made a hero miserable, he joined the Big Bad. No, not me (I wish). The other Big Bad.

Finally, the shadow of a smile crosses Matsubara's face.

"I see. I made a promise. You're right".

And thus, another crisis was averted thanks to Meteora's clever manipulation of the feeble human mind. Go me!

00000

Days pass. The Elimination Chamber Festival ended up as a commercial success. The audience was huge, and both the government and the corporations involved made a profit thanks to all the advertising and merchandising. All the important people were very happy with the result.

The rabble, on the other hand, had a different opinion.

Oh, yeah, you should have seen the Internet the day after the show. People talking of "deus ex machina" and "asspulls", moaning about plots being spoiled, issuing death threats against the creators behind the Elimination Chamber Festival… You know, the usual. If only they knew the truth!

No, scratch that. Given the current state of humanity, if we told them that their lives were saved thanks to that "disappointing" crossover, they'd still find a way to complain. "Well, yeah, you stopped the end of the world, but perhaps you could have done it with better dialogues? And the battle scenes were crap."

Sigh.

Now that we don't have a common goal anymore, my fellow Creations have become a liability. Not only for me, but for this world. We've seen enough to know that the authorities won't like a group of superpowered individuals going around unchecked. And that includes me.

It's time for my next plan.

00000

"Metchin, I have no idea what you're trying to say".

Damn Grasshopper Glasses! No matter how many times he's seen death face to face, Yuuya's manners haven't improved one bit. Still, I suppose he's right to complain in this case.

It's difficult to vocalize when you have your mouth stuffed with delicious food.

We're all in a small, traditional restaurant. When I say "all", I mean "all Creations". I insisted that no Creator or normal human was invited. I need to have these fools convinced before I take another step. At first it was all drinking and eating and having fun, but now it's time to get serious.

"The reason I've gathered you here today is to tell you that we have to go back using the appropriate spell while the aftereffects of the collision of worlds still remain", I explain after gulping down my food. "The tremors in the world have begun to converge. My Magic Book's search range is shrinking day by day. We don't have much time left".

All lies, of course. My Magic Book is perfectly fine. But hey, if they accepted my theory on the collision of the worlds without having any scientific data to prove it, why can't it work again? If they point out that their own powers haven't been reduced in the slightest, I have more infodump prepared to confuse them.

However, it seems it won't be necessary. Not because they're convinced, no, but because they're so focused on their food that they aren't paying attention.

I frown.

"Are you listening to what I'm saying?"

Nope. To add insult to injury, the waitress comes with more food.

"Excuse me", I tell her. "I'll have an extra pork-and-egg special. Double size".

If you can't beat them…

After several more hours of eating and drinking, I finally tell them my egregious theory and why it's imperative that we go back to our respective worlds. I argue that, if we don't return, the laws of the universe will react against us.

Although concerned, they're all surprisingly okay with the plan. Yuuya and Sho want to go back home and kill an old man. Kanoya and Hoshikawa have lovers waiting for them. And Blitz wants to get away from his Creator as soon as possible.

However, I suspect that there is still a lot of unfinished business for most of them.

"Is there anything you want to do before you go back? Anything you haven't told your Creator?", I ask them. "I recommend that you wrap up your business within the next few days".

I'll take my own advice. My Creator is dead (not that I care), but I have to talk to another Creator. Perhaps the tale about my impending disappearance will loosen his tongue.

00000

"Souta, I still wonder about it".

We're alone in the cemetery, Souta and I. We're here to pay our respects to Setsuna's tomb. Well, he is. It was him who decided to violate her image rights and create a fictional Setsuna. Fortunately, the authorities and the media used all their power to silence her family and kill the lawsuit before it could become a reality, so he's safe. For now.

His answers to my questions will determine whether he sees another day.

"Why was she able to appear in this world?"

He stops praying, but doesn't turn around. He knows what I'm talking about. The plot, the acceptance, the spell… They weren't enough to summon Faketsuna. There was something else. I think I know what it was, but I want to hear the truth from his lips.

After a moment, he takes something from his pocket. A pyrite necklace

"I cheated a bit", he admits. "I thought that, with my skill level, it wouldn't have been possible to bring Shimazaki back. Even now, this is something that I feel disappointed about".

"The only thing that Magane's powers did was to twist the acceptance that was needed for Shimazaki to appear in this world", I rationalize.

He doesn't flinch when he hears Magane's name. He even relaxes a bit. The cat is out of the bag. But he shouldn't feel (too) bad. In the end, as much as it pains me to say it, he did the right thing.

"If we hadn't brought back Setsuna, then our plan would have failed. Do you understand, Souta? You were able to successfully draw a version of Shimazaki Setsuna that Altair, her ego, accepted. That's why the world was able to reach the end of the story. I think that the person who appeared in this world was actually… No, I'll stop here. Everything is over now."

Everything but Magane. She's still on the loose. A murderous psycho with reality-warping powers. The Japanese government has issued warnings to all the intelligence and police agencies in the world, but I doubt they'll be able to catch her.

Nevertheless, that's a problem for later. For now, I have to take care of my own loose ends.

00000

"Gate of the Occult. Bell of Hebos. The footsteps of Mercurius echo and reach the infinite sea".

As always, my chant is gibberish. As always, it works. A giant blue portal is materialized in the middle of the airport.

"You successfully summoned the Gate of Return", Kikuchihara says.

Geez, Kikuchihara, did you feel the need to state the obvious? Everybody can see the gate, you know. We're not blind. Physically, at least. Metaphorically, on the other hand…

"The spell went smoothly. However, considering the amount of Restorative Power in the world, today is probably our last chance".

Everyone is here. Everyone except Mr. Takarada, that is. Poor Alicetaria's Creator still can't get over the fact she died and now he feels depressed. I'm also surprised to see Mr. Yatoji here. I almost expected Grasshopper Glasses and Sho to beat him senseless and throw his body into an incinerator before going back. I guess that when they said they were taking him for a "final goodbye", it wasn't a euphemism.

"Begin the transport", Kikuchihara orders.

Kanoya and his giant robot are the first to cross the gate. He goes out with a smile. The same for Grasshopper Glasses and his not-boyfriend. Proud and defiant to the end.

You know, I'm actually amazed, amazed that people could walk to their own deaths so easily.

I'm the most intelligent person in the whole planet and I still don't know how the transference between worlds works. We all have memories of our original worlds, but are those worlds real?

In the best case scenario, this mundane world might have spawned an actual multiverse influenced by the power of imagination. After all, if the universe is made of information, couldn't the same apply to fictional universes? Or perhaps Altair was so powerful that she literally created avatars of our worlds for her to use, and my spell is merely recreating them.

In the worst case scenario, we are mere avatars, the only part of our worlds that is real. By crossing the Gate, we become information again and disappear into nothingness. Or worse, we fuse with our fictional counterparts, trapped forever in a deterministic reality where our actions, our words and our thoughts are forever set in stone by the cold hand of narrative fate.

It's a huge risk. The implications are staggering. And yet, nobody has questioned it. It was enough to mention the "collision of worlds" for everyone to agree that this was the best solution. Did anybody point out that Altair had to violate the laws of reality really hard before the universe fought back? Did anybody wonder if the effects of the collision might be safer than crossing the Gate?

No, of course not. Thus, if they disappear, it's not my fault.

When it's Hoshikawa's turn, though, Onishi tries to stop her.

"Hikayu!", he shouts, tears flowing down his cheeks. He crashes against the portal and gets shocked by its energy. "Ow! Ow! Hot! Hot!"

Everyone sighs, including Hoshikawa.

"Onishi, you always act like this", she says and proceeds to scold him.

I hear snickers around me. I can almost hear them thinking: "That pervert, always trying to get into a teenager's panties. When will he grow up?". And yet, I suspect that his distress is more serious than it seems.

Because, despite my previous words, I must admit some misgivings about the transference were voiced in the past.

Kanoya, of all people, was the first. He wanted to know if he could take all the souvenirs he had bought to his world. I assured Mr. Nakanogane that, as long as he wrote them into his story, the stupid toys would be there.

Then it was Mr. Onishi's turn. When Nakanogane told him about Kanoya's souvenirs, the pervert objected that my explanation was just a hypothesis and likened it to the multiverse theory. He asked many questions: was the transference going to connect back to the original story? Would a new story branch be created? Or would they merge? Yeah, that pervert is surprisingly insightful when he wants to.

Fortunately, because of his infamy, nobody took his questions seriously. And now he has to watch dumbfounded and speechless while his colleagues laugh at him and his beloved Creation crosses the gate towards a very, very uncertain future.

What a cruel fate.

But he may not be the only one with questions in mind. I think both Ms. Suruga and Blitz suspect the true dangers of this operation. She taunts him:

"You can stay if you like".

"I don't want to live in the same world as you", he retorts.

Yep, now I'm 99% certain that they know. Still, Blitz's hate runs deep. Better die than be killed, I guess.

Now it's my turn.

"Meteora is the last one", Mr. Nakanogane points out.

"I'm going to feel lonely after this", Marine says.

"Meteora", Souta mutters with puppy eyes, "I don't know what to say, but when I think about not being able to see you again..."

Yes, yes, I know, guys and gals. I'm the center of your lives. You can't possibly live without me.

"We can see each other anytime, Souta", I tell him.

"You're right. Anytime I play AVALKEN, you'll be there".

"No, that's not what I meant. To put it simply, I can't go back again".

Don't act surprised, you lot. Did you really think I was going to risk my very being by crossing the gate? Ha! As if. The risk is too high and, honestly, even if everything went as I promised, it's not as if I want to go back. I had a dull life in an ivory tower at the end of the world, surrounded by idiots, threatened by a great evil, and receiving the occasional visit of those wandering sociopaths called "adventurers". AVALKEN was hell. A comfy hell, but hell nonetheless.

Also, they don't have hamburgers or refreshments. And that's terrible.

The Creators are either shocked or concerned. The only one who looks happy is Mr. Onishi. Either he lusts after my luscious body, or he's realized that at least one of us Creations is choosing safety over vague promises.

As for Kikuchihara, she stays calm. I've already talked to her about my situation.

"To tell you the truth, we did multiple rehearsals with Meteora", she tells the Creators. "But in order to cast the spell, the person casting it must be on the outside. In other words..."

Mr. Nakanogane realizes the implications immediately.

"You can't send yourself back?"

"It would be like trying to grab and throw myself. There was no alternative. The Restorative Power of the world was too strong".

Lies. All lies, of course.

After all, didn't the Military Uniform Princess cross the worlds herself time and again? If this was such a serious problem, I could have asked them to write a similar spell for my Magic Book. And yet, I stayed silent and waited until every other Creation was out of the picture. What a convenient "sacrifice", isn't it? But they'd never doubt the saintly Meteora Österreich.

Heck, Souta looks devastated. My gullible Minister of Snacks probably thinks it pains me terribly not to be able to go back home.

"It's not a problem", I assuage his fears. "I love this world. And if I'm unable to return anyway, I want to try creating a world, just like everyone else here. That's what I'm thinking".

Goodbye, Metora the Sage of the End of the World. Welcome, Meteora the Totally Normal Writer.

Mr. Matsubara raises his eyebrow.

"Are you serious?"

I nod and open my Magic Book.

"Just like Altair said, passion and despair, good wishes and bad wishes, were contained in the moment. I want to try writing a story like that myself. I want to see stories spread, I want to see what my story connects and what my story paints. I want to keep watching until the end of days."

In other words, I want to become God. My path is clear now. If a Creator can become a Creation, perhaps a Creation can become a Creator.

"But your magic is about to disappear, right?", Marine points out.

"I don't need magic to create. All you need is passion and practice. Fate will decide the rest".

With one gesture of my hand, the last remaining letters in the book disappear. That convinces everyone that my magic is gone for good.

Kidding, my magic is fine. It was a spell which made the words disappear, and I can make them return whenever I want. I can shoot fireballs, I can fly, I can summon tanks and warplanes, and now I have a rudimentary copy of Holopsicon's powers. Yes, at this very moment, I'm the mightiest person in the world. If I wanted, I could declare war on Humanity and win.

And yet, if experience has taught me one thing, is that I shouldn't be overconfident. I mustn't rush. Why distract myself with pointless conquests when godhood awaits?

But for that, I need time to rethink my strategy. Time to plan.

"We've gathered all the documents you need to live in this world. I'll check them once more, to avoid any problems later", Kikuchihara says.

Goog, good. As I said, it's nice to have a loyal lackey inside the government.

"The Countermeasures Council will be disbanded. This is our final task", she continues. "I have to finish it before I resign from office".

Good, g… Wait! Did she say "resign"? WTF?

"Kikuchihara, are you resigning from the ministry?", a surprised Mr. Nakanogane asks.

"It's a stable job. What a waste", Matsubara mumbles. "Where will you go after resigning?"

Yes, that's what I want to know. If this puts my plans into jeopardy, I'm going to kill someone.

00000

In the end, I didn't need to murder anyone. Kikuchihara's new job may prove useful after all.

As the head of the Elimination Chamber Festival project, Kikuchihara made connections and her efforts impressed several companies. Now she works in the publishing industry, together with Mr. Matsubara, Mr. Takarada and Ms. Marine. Mr. Nakanogane, Ms. Suruga, Mr. Yatoji and even Onishi are also working in their own stories. Thanks to the popularity of the crossover, they are in great demand.

Each of the Creators is adapting to the situation in their own way.

Takarada is burning himself out, producing like crazy. Despite this, everyone agrees that the quality of his novels has improved. His Alicetaria is a more rounded character, the setting is less bleak, the story makes the world feel alive. He's just won another prize today. There's a crossover with Magical Slayer Mamika in the works, and he's talking with Matsubara about a collaboration.

Meanwhile, Matsubara himself and Marine have their hands full with the announcement of the new Vogelchevalier anime. I'm not sure it's good news; it will cover the least popular arcs in the light novel series, including the part where Charon becomes a defeatist emo.

Onishi has become "respectable" now that he's in charge of the plot of an anime based on the fandisc he devised for The Milky Way of a Starry Sky. Hoshikawa is doomed to wear that pornographic Chinese dress forever. As for his good old friend, Nakanogane is working on the sequel of Gigas Machina, but rumor is he's quite frustrated with the quality of his work during the crossover. Being beaten by a fanfic is a hard pill to swallow.

"The plot we created, the foreshadowing, the characters, they were all no match for Altair, or the story known as Altair", he confessed to Onishi. "Honestly, that hurts me more than the destruction of the world".

Suruga and Yatoji have their own stories to worry about. And Souta… Well, his drawing again. His art is awful but, hey, he's just a school kid. Better to waste his time on useless drawings than on drugs.

Interestingly, none of the Creators have ever considered stopping.

I mean, why would they stop? It's not as if they have every reason to believe that every time they write, real people are suffering and dying in another world. Oh, wait, yes, it is. Of all the authors involved, only Suruga admits her callousness. The rest live in cognitive dissonance.

Altair was right after all.

What about me, you ask? Oh, yes, I'm the protagonist. My fate is the most important of all.

Things started to settle down after I moved out of Marine's house. I couldn't put up with her yaoi obsession any longer and now I live in my own flat. Paid with the government's money, of course. It was the least they could do after all my help in saving the country and the world. They also give me a state subsidy every month. It isn't much, but I don't have to work for the rest of my life.

The house is a bit lonely, though. I might buy a cat one of these days. I considered a dog, but villains don't have dogs.

I'm almost done with my novel. Yes, a novel. I said I don't need to work, but that doesn't mean I'm idle. Becoming a real Creator is not just a hobby; it's the key to my future plans. Why rely on other people's poor writing skills when I, the one and only Meteora Österreich, can do their job better than them? Especially when it's my story we're talking about.

Yes, my story. The novel is a retelling of our adventure, with some tiny details changed to showcase my glorious role in the events. According to my numbers, half the book is me giving speeches. Isn't it wonderful?

But no novel can have an impact without an audience. So I need a platform. Thankfully, I already have an idea in mind.

I'm planning to submit it to the New Writer Award at Denko Publishing. I feel bad for the other contestants. It isn't only that my work is clearly superior to every other novel in the world, but I've already reached an agreement with the company and they'll declare me the winner by default. I should thank Kikuchihara and the government for their continued support in this regard.

Some people may call this kind of backstage deal "cheating". I prefer calling it "networking".

But I'm having a hard time coming up with the title. My first draft was called "The Merry Adventures of the Great Sage Meteora Österreich, Seeker of a Thousand Miles, and Her Band of Jolly Followers", but the publisher said it was horrible. They refuse to give me the prize if I don't change it.

As you can imagine, it's frustrating when you had an idea in mind and lesser people dare to correct it. It's even worse when I think about the competitors. I mean, have you seen the titles of Japanese light novels? "I Couldn't Become a Hero, So I Reluctantly Decided to Get a Job", "Being Able to Edit Skills in Another World, I Gained OP Waifus", "Reborn as a Vending Machine, I Now Wander the Dungeon", "I'm a successful light novel author at a boy's high school, but I'm being strangled by a female classmate who's a voice actress and is younger than me", etc.

I swear I'm not making them up. My title is quite normal in comparison.

But perhaps that's the problem. It's too normal. I should ask a degenerate otaku about their opinion; surely they'll be able to come up with a weird idea for a title.

Time to send Souta a message.

00000

"Long time no see. This is Souta. I'm glad things have settled down for you. I've also just finished a piece for submission, blah, blah, blah..."

Ugh. I don't care about your life. Give me the idea, dammit!

Oh.

This is definitely weird.

Re:Creators.

Isn't that like replying to a certain person or persons by email? Did he get the idea from there? Never mind. It's stupid. It's weird. It's exactly what I need.

Thank you very much, Souta. Now I can finish my submission.

The prize is just the first step. There are plans for an anime too. Given the copyright issues, some names and characters will have to be changed a bit, but in the end my role is the only thing that matters. Soon, millions around the world will have the chance to witness my wisdom and intelligence like never before. I'll become the most popular fictional character ever. With that popularity, I'll be able to gather enough acceptance to fulfill my divine ambitions.

And I'll need all that acceptance. I have yet to face the toughest challenges of my life.

Magane is out there. I only met her once, but given her subtle actions and her ability to stay under the radar for so long, she's a very intelligent foe. She knew that the key to get rid of Altair was to give her what she wanted. It won't be long before she realizes that her powers aren't going anywhere. I'm pretending to be powerless, but I don't think she will have such qualms. But where Altair favored brute force and overwhelming power, Shark Girl prefers more insidious means.

A battle of wits awaits. Whoever wins will reshape the world in her image and likeness.

But defeating Magane won't be enough. Beyond the walls of reality, a twin-headed goddess is creating a new multiverse of their own. Once I take over this reality, I won't be satisfied until I take theirs too. I'm coming for you, Altair. Vengeance shall be mine.

So, yeah, I need to become overpowered ASAP.

This novel is the key. So great. So awesome. And yet…

I can't help but remember that, despite having all the industry's support behind us, the audience ended up siding with the one-dimensional psycho. As Nakanogane said, a dumb fanfiction beat us all. What if that's what the people of this world want? What if they think that goody-two-shoes Meteora would never become an evil goddess? What if it ruins my ascension?

Think, Meteora, think.

My mind comes back to this work. My journal. My secret journal. My only real friend in these dark times, the only one I could be honest with. Whoever read it would have a very different impression of me. But if I showed it to my former servants, they would rebel.

Mm, what if I released it under a pen-name? If fans want fanfiction, perhaps Meteora Österreich can join their ranks too.

As I said, if you can't beat them…

Finally, I find the perfect place. A cesspool of decadence, depravity and yaoi. I make a fake profile, agree to the guidelines and go to the "New Story" tab. Story type, category… Ugh. I need to come up with a title again.

Thankfully, this time I don't have to defer to a foolish publisher. And I have the right title just in mind: "The Secret Journal of Meteora Österreich".

I type the title. I select the document. I enter the captcha.

And then I send it.

All hail fiction. All hail fanfiction. All hail the future Goddess-Empress of the Multiverse.

All hail me.

THE END

Author's notes:

You expected a normal fanfic author writing this story. But it was me! Meteora Österreich!

This "Citsimsan" profile you see? I used my magic to create past stories and comments for it. With my proto-Holopsicon spell, I can rewrite the very fabric of reality (but not too much). For months, your reading my journal has given me the acceptance I need to take over the world!

Now nobody can say "You're wrong, Meteora wouldn't kick that adorable little puppy" or "Meteora sacrificing billions of souls to become an evil goddess is too out of character for her". Evil Meteora is part of the social imaginary now. Deal with it.

As for other minor things:

-I promised a release in September, and Meteora's word is absolute. Unfortunately, I came down with a serious eye illness. I could have healed it with a spell, of course, but then everyone around me would have found out that I didn't lost my magic. Thus, I had to endure the long and tiresome process of mundane health care. I'm much better, don't worry; no stupid sickness is going to stop my evil plans of evilness.

-Yes, I called Altair "Setsuna's ego". What did you expect? Let's be honest, that Mutated Mop was basically all the dark, edgy stuff that was inside Setsuna's soul made real. What a pain.

This is the end of the story. Thank you all, my servants… I mean, my beloved readers. Without you, this publication wouldn't have been possible. See you soon!