All Perfectly Necessary

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Arthur knew it had to be a particularly vivid dream. What else would place him in the workshop of his beloved creation Sorceress Cecilia?
“Creator!” The buxom blond elf threw her arms up and beamed. “O Weaver of All, you have answered my prayers! Praise be, praise be!”
What jolly fun. Arthur could hardly keep a straight face as he cast about for how a ‘creator’ would respond. “Yes, my child. I’m here.”
“O Creator, we, your humble children, need your help!” Cecilia bowed her head, her skintight robes bobbing in a distinctly pleasing fashion.
“Mmhm?” No harm in staring; it was a dream, after all.
“The Dark Lord Magdoroth grows ever stronger, and the scholars have found no way to defeat him!” Cecilia’s picturesque tearstained face peered at him through her flawless bangs.
Hm. Now that he was standing here, looking at her, she did seem a bit… fashion-model-ly. Perhaps those feminazis were onto something. A little.
“Please, Creator, what should we do? What can we do?” Her voice shook, and Arthur felt the first stirrings of discomfort.
“Ah… well…” He hadn’t written the ending yet. But he’d plotted it. And it was a good ending. But despite knowing that it was a good ending, and all elements were perfectly justified and necessary, he found it difficult to explain when faced with one of the characters involved.
“You must know!” Cecilia was begging now. “You know all! You, who wove the stars we read!”
“Well, yes…” Arthur coughed. “You’re, uh, instrumental. Actually.”
He’d hoped that would please her, but she simply nodded, her expression grave and expectant. Awaiting details.
“You see, Magdoroth can only be defeated at a moment of complete vulnerability. When surrounded by the Light. Which, uh, you being the embodiment of that Light…”
“A trap of barrier magics.” Cecilia nodded slowly, her lips pursed. “Imbued with my Essence? Perhaps even with my blood. Such magics must be handled with great care, but these are desperate times…”
Arthur nodded. Unable to keep up a smile.
Yes, that was what she assumed. And then the trap failed, and Magdoroth forced himself on her, and being ‘surrounded’ by her purity during the, uh, act left him vulnerable to the hero swooping in and slaying him.
Which let Cecilia see Luke in a brand new light, and Luke loved her despite the incident leaving her defiled and magic-less and forcing her to step down from her post, which conveniently meant she was no longer forbidden from getting married and having children. It all worked out perfectly. In the ending she was very happy. Everyone was.
Arthur’s gaze flicked around the room. It was packed with scrolls and books. Naturally; Cecilia’s flaw was her obsession with work to the detriment of her personal life.
Just look at her, focused and glowing as she leafed through tomes. Convinced she was happy like this. That she’d been happy for hundreds of years.
“Thank you, Creator!”
“Ah, I-”
He woke slumped on his desk.

Prompt was “One day, an author wakes up in his own fantasy horror story. Fortunately, he knows exactly how to defeat the horrible entity lurking in this realm. Unfortunately…”