Goddess of a New World

by LDEJRuff

Chapter 1 - A Funeral and a Notebook

It was a sad time for the Daltons, as they had lost a son: Clayton. Christine had told them that he sacrificed himself to save her from being dragged to hell by the Lamia. However, they blamed her for his death. Anyway, it was the day of Clay's funeral. Of the guests who attended, Christine was there, and, like Trudy, Clay's mother, Christine had shed tears of grief. She was both sad and happy at the same time, as she had been spared from the Lamia's grasp. Leonard, Clay's father, gave a tearjerking speech.

"The truth is," Leonard began, "I not only lost a son. I also lost an heir to take over after I have passed on. Clay was nice, he was obedient, and he was carefree. And, even though his body is now beyond where it was supposed to be buried, I'm going to miss him very much."

With that, Leonard shed more tears of sadness than his wife.

"Clay," Christine thought. "Thank you for saving me."

When the funeral was over, Christine, who was walking out of the cemetary, had noticed something dark and thin dropping from the sky. She got out of the crowd and took a closer look at the object, picking it up. It is a black notebook, with white lettering written on the cover.

"Death Note?" Christine read. "Don't they mean a notebook of death?"

She opened the notebook to see that on the back of the cover were a set of rules.

"How to use it:

"The human whose name is written in this notebook shall die.

"This notebook shall not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his or her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.

"If the cause of death is written within forty seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen. But if the cause of death isn't specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.

"After writing the cause of death, details of the death shall be written within the next six minutes and forty seconds?"

"So, depending on how that person will die," she continued, "it will be either easy or painful, huh? So, I just write down a name, and that person dies? Like anyone will believe that. But, what's the risk? I want to avenge Clay."

She returned home after putting the notebook in her purse. However, she hadn't used it. Little did she know that someone, or something, was watching her from a tree near her home...