Foreword: from the author

A scene that touches the heart. A person whom believes in story. A character that wishes for the unreal to be real.
That's me. That's reading. The world only god knows.
Hello everyone. BowP here. Probably my first fanfiction, which gah. Well, great stories only come with practice. I'm sure I'll revise it half a year from now.
I've always wanted a story, where a character appeared in the real world. How would we react? It's always fun to consider.
But no one will write it will they? In that case, I will. I have small parts of the story planned out, the problem is... what happens next? Oh well, I'll get to that hurdle when it appears. For now, let's fill in my solid story foundation.

Yok-kyun!

Prologue:

"Will you please look at my painting?" The girl, with her flowing purple long hair asked.

Yes/No

"Will you please look at my painting?" The girl, her green cap and a sketch book held in her hands.

Yes/Noa

"Will you please look at my painting?" The girl asked, looking at you… at him, with eyes of adoration, and hope.

Tapping away at the buttons, moving the curser to the yes and no options, the A button was pressed once more.

"Will you please look at my painting?" The girl spoke with a soft voice, light reflecting off the PFP screen as it flew in the air.

"PIECE OF JUNK! Disappear through a window in hell and die!"

Dokurou Skull, the branch chief of Hell stood, fuming as she glared at the wastebasket that held the game of her anger. Her short figure loomed darkly over the picture of the fair girl. A second passed, and the PFP was incinerated in a flash of unholy light.

"Haaa…"

Standing at a drawven height, allow me, the author avatar to introduce you to this prologue character whom will not make a second appearance. This here is Dokurou skull and she is a boss. Her hobbies are unknown, her measurements are unknown, her character is mostly laid back and calm. But on this particular day, she lost a bet, which forced her to play the one game made by old hell.

"CRAYON"

Settling down after a few curses, she glanced at a floating screen to her right as a report came in. It showed the new soul that one of her subordinates, Elsie has captured. How odd, the girl was one whom still held onto her janitor mop and as such gave a new topic for Dokurou to worry. But as she read it, she would get a pleasant surprise.

It seems that Elsie has captured 4 souls. Most impressive of the girl! Wondering what Elsie was up to, a new screen flickered to life, showing the girl in real time. Currently, it seems that Elsie was laid down on a park bench, breath breathing hard and with torture in her eyes.

"Ooh! She's hard at work.. Just look at that devil like expression."

A few seconds later though, her perception shattered as Elsie spoke to her partner whom sat beside her.

"Kami sama! It's getting dark! I'm yat my llimitsh. We've been at this for hours! No matter how many times we do it, it's still the same thing."

Not bothering to turn his view away from his PFP, Katsuragi Keima tilted his head in reply and reflected the light of a nearby street lamp with his glasses. His voice held his determination and unwavering passion.

"All choices haven't been cleared. There is still a possibility!"

"Kami sama, there has to be a limit to how much you like games! It's fine even if there is one which you can't clear. You say that reality is crappy and even ignore it, even then why do you play this crap game?"

"Then, who will look at Sora's painting?"

The girl blinked surprised, not understanding what her reliable partner just said. "Huh?"

"For sure this game is crap but… Sora didn't do anything wrong! There is no such thing as bad heroine. There are only bad games! The heroines inside the game are always waiting for someone to save them. This game is broken so we should just abandon her?"

The girl gave a deep sigh, thinking regretfully to herself. 'Kami-sama is the broken one.' She thought.

But in her heart, she finally started to understand. This is the sheer reality of her savior, Katsuragi keima. Why she calls him Kami-sama. Divine like a God, he sees things that no one else sees. Knows worlds that only Gods knows. Kami-sama may be creepy at times, but he always helped her out in the end. Still, can't they go back home already! She's late to cook dinner now and her fish caught from the river of souls is not in the fridge. Hopefully they wouldn't rot that quickly.

Dokurou gave a soft laugh as she watched the scene.

"A game made from a request of old hell. Hehe, Katsuragi Keima, even you will not be able to end it. It has no end. Behold the power of… HELL!"

Standing up, lightning flashed behind her, clouding the room in black and white for a few short seconds.

'This is silly.' She thought and headed out of her office and to bed. If she was able, Dokurou would have smirked, imagining the image of Elsie failing to run away from the long arm of the gamer. All is well in hell, well save for the fact that she lost a bet, forcing her to play fifty loops of the game that she just destroyed.

She may be a demon, but as a new demon, she had to go through with her words. Security footage would confirm that she settled the debt, and it even ate into her work time, which was a plus!

Left alone in the darkness, no one saw the uneasy glow of purple in the waste bin moments later, which faded off into a light that shot towards the sky…. Towards Earth.