Chapter 1: The Big Switch
In a dark room with the blinds drawn, the clicking sound of fingers on a keyboard rang out. Empty cartons of cup noodles and wrappers from fast food restaurants were strewn about haphazardly.
The small laptop in the corner gave off a ghostly blue light. Reflected in the light was a gaunt face with a cigarette in his mouth. His eyes narrowed in focus, the man couldn't be said to be handsome nor ugly. He was another face that one would pass in a crowd without looking twice.
His fingers raced across the keyboard as he entered his final keystrokes. With a crackling sound of his joints, he stretched his arms back and brushed his jet black hair off his forehead while releasing a big sigh.
"It's finished. Finally. 9000 chapters. What a ride it's been."
His name was Sufferu. At least, that was his penname. He rarely dealt with the outside world except through the tiny blue portal in front of him known as his laptop. As he hit the 'Publish' button on his novel, he drew a puff of acrid smoke into his lungs and blew it with a sense of accomplishment. He looked at the tiny room in his apartment and smirked.
He'd lived here for the past 8 years and had been writing the entire time. 9,000 chapters in 8 years. He glanced down at his headset. His shift for work was coming up soon, he would have to answer customer calls and solve IT issues for the basic morons who couldn't figure out how to use their Sungsam phones.
The pay was mediocre, but at least he didn't have to leave his house. He could focus on writing while he did it too.
He looked at the view counter on "Final Chapter: Destruction of the God of Hatred." as it kept climbing. He had been working on this book for so long and the epic finale seemed to have an epic enough name to satisfy him and his readers both.
His side stories could come later, feel good stuff where his MC got to strut about and show how powerful he was, comedic relief that was missing in the main story, and lastly, some romantic interludes that he had always alluded to but never explicitly acknowledged.
"Don't worry Azrael. The world is just getting to know you. I'll pump another 1500 chapters of side story out of you yet. You'll even get laid once I do some research on the details of how that goes down exactly…"
Sufferu often did this. He would talk to his MC to try and organize his thoughts. He felt closer to Azrael than he did to any other person on earth.
Sufferu's parents had died in a tragic accident with a 'Truck-San incorporated' logistics truck. He had no siblings, and had always been introverted in school. He had delved into books when his parents died, and he found that his imagination and creativity were stimulated greatly.
Sufferu had always used his money from writing to keep things going smoothly. He was grateful for Azrael, because without Azrael's suffering, his checks from working as an IT support tech wouldn't cover the cost of living.
Sufferu sighed. "You got it made Azrael. You're a super OP, good looking playboy with a will of steel and guts made of granite. You can accomplish everything you wanted and the whole world loves you. Man, I wish I were you right now hehehe…-"
Sufferu felt a heavy pain in his head behind his eyes and slumped forward face first onto his keyboard.
"Young Master! If you keep sleeping in you'll miss the Spring Festival with your parents today! Wake up!"
Sufferu groggily opened his eyes. When he looked around he was stunned.
Around him was a Victorian era style bedroom with beautiful tapestries. He was laying in a luxurious bed that was big enough for five people. It had a canopy on it and a cute serving girl had pulled the canopy back to wake him.
'Wh..what what is happening?' Azrael thought.
Sufferu froze. Why did his own thoughts magically appear in the air in front of him, except…attributed to Azrael?
As his thoughts spiraled into a short infinite loop he blinked again only to see the words disappear from in front of him.
He looked at the cute brown haired serving girl with big brown eyes and asked "Can you give me a few minutes…I have a headache…"
The serving girl looked concerned and hurriedly said, "Young master, you mustn't be late, please hurry and come to the bath and I will help bathe and dress you, otherwise your mother would be disappointed if you didn't carry the dignity of the Volfords when your father gave his speech today."
"I'll dress myself, you can go!" Azrael gruffly uttered. Like he could let some random girl who didn't look over 15 help him bathe.
He got out of bed and looked in the full body mirror in the corner of his room, once again in shock. His hair was a shock of pure silver and his eyes were an electric blue. He had a strong chin and a dignified nose. He also looked to be about 15 years old, but even so he was quite tall with a slim but muscular build.
'What the hell is happening here!?' Sufferu froze as he saw words pop up in the air in front of him again, but instead of his own thoughts, he saw the words
'AUTHOR'S NOTE : Sorry for the infinite loop there, I'm getting used to the copy paste function here and just got used to it. Azrael's tale of suffering and struggle is just beginning! Stay up to date and tell me what horrendous things you want him to suffer from next!'
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON! WHEN DID AZRAEL EVER SUFFER!" Sufferu bellowed, and was stunned to see more words continue to appear…and they seemed to address him directly.
<You think my life is something to wish for? Do you know how long I've wished to have yours?>