Game over?

Pain suddenly flares him. Saito falls to the ground, holding his arms, screaming in agony. He stops, panting, breathing heavily. Wait. It doesn't hurt.
He rapidly inspects his body. But no injuries remains.

(I died.. Right? I'm sure I died.)
Is this heaven? Do players that have lost come here?
But more importantly. Did the assassin die? He couldn't see anything.

He takes few seconds to calm himself down, then looks at his surroundings. He's sitting in a white room. Everything is of a pitch white with no texture whatsoever. In front of him, an heavily decorated black door. (I wonder where I'm suppose to go.) He joked to himself.

He slowly stands up. Despite having no wounds, he feels exhausted. His mind feels burnt out. 
He tried so hard. He went through so much. He pushed his limits beyond his comprehension.
(I'm tired. I want to sleep). He thinks about the bed he was provided back in Trevor's household.
He's going to miss that.

He slowly walks to the door, bag under his eyes.
(Here we go.)

He pushes the doors open. They open with ease, looking a lot heavier than they actually are.
Beneath him, a red carpet leading up to stairs. White pillars with torches resides on the side. In the back of the room, stairs leading up a throne. A pitch black figure standing there. 

Whoever that is very much looks like a human. But with no textures. Just pitch black and a creepy face. There's eyes and a mouth there, but it doesn't look natural.
(What the fuck is that thing.)

"That's a terrible thing to say to your creator."
(Creator?)
"Yes. I am your Creator."

Legit? Is he actually?
"Okay. So why are you doing these messed up streams?"
"For fun. People from your world enjoy watching the show. So did you. So do I. After living as long as I have, entertainment is all I got left."

...Entertainment? You did ALL OF THAT. ALL THESE DEATHS. YOU MESSED ALL THESE LIVES, SPLIT THOSE FAMILIES.. FOR ENTERTAINMENT?

God smiles, reading through his thoughts and emotions.
"You made it this far. Don't you wish for a reward?"

Anger in his voice, he inquires. "What reward."

God shows his hand, one finger up.
"You may choose one wish. Anything you want. But nothing related with time, I don't control that."
"Who controls time?"
"The other deity. There's two of us. I'm the god of creation."
"Can people see us right now."
"They're watching right now. You're very popular!"

I don't care about that. It doesn't matter.
"So. Your wish?"

Anger driven, he doesn't think. The words come out of his mouth without any censor nor self-control. "How about killing yourself?"

There's a pause. As if he's processing his words. God then begins laughing loudly, leaning back in his chair. "That's an amazing one! Tough luck, that's not happening. But thank you for the laugh, it's refreshing."

Right. Too easy.
"I could give you a world. Something that belongs only to you. You could be the god of that world."

..You're offering me to play god? No. I've spend 23 years on earth and made new bonds in Glarion. If he's going anywhere, it'll be home.

"No? That's too bad. That would've been interesting in itself."

Even if he wishes for the stream to end, it wouldn't stop this god from killing people and doing messed up things. It would simply mean that this game ends. There's probably loopholes he'd find to keep going at it.

"You're right. I have no intention of giving up on entertainment."
"Stop reading my mind."

God shrugs.
Annoying piece of..

As long as he's the center of attention, he likely won't be using anyone else. 
Nobody else has to die. But if he ever fails, someone else will play the victim again.
How can he stop this being?

"You've been enjoying watching fights. Have you ever thought about fighting yourself?"

God shakes his head in response.
"Nobody can match me."
"But if I kept levelling up, could I become strong enough to give you a challenge?"
"Hmm. I suppose so. I don't know how many years that might take, or what level you should be, maybe. Is that what you want?"
"Do you promise not to use anyone else if I go back?"

God smiles. Rather than a mouth with teeth, his smile is entirely white with no textures.
"Of course. I promise."

That sounds so fake.
"Then heal my body and send me back. Where's the next checkpoint?"
"Let's see..."

He's making it up on the spot. Did he never really expect anyone to survive?
"How about.. Taking down the Demon King?"

Ah. An isekai classic. Wait. You're making me go from killing an assassin to killing THE Demon King? What kind of power gap is that?

"You got this. I'm sure you got this." He smiles wide again, amused by Saito's reaction.

He deeply sighs, frustrated. He hates him of all his core.
A portal opens behind the protagonist.

"Oh. The villagers are coming to find you. They really care about you. I guess I'll tell my subordinate to kill them off."

Subordinate? Who? What is he talking about. 
Wait. Is he talking about the man that was manipulating the assassin?

"NO, DON'T SEND HIM."
"You might want to rush back then~"

"I'LL KILL YOU ONE DAY. I SWEAR IT."
He quickly turns around, running into the portal.

God follows him of his gaze until he disappears.
"Ohh but Saito. I'll hold you to your word. Doesn't it mean a lot to you?"