Raito snarled, a nasty loathing snarl that hissed as it escaped his lips. He watched from above, from the land of the Death Gods, clutching a gnarly rock with one hand the other he used to prop himself up as he peered through a translucent cloud where there were humans, all walking around below, going on with their daily business. He waved a hand over the viewing area, it zooming in further narrowing in on his home. His line of perception went right through the house, new perk with being a Death God and all and he could see his family eating in silence. It had been what, a week since he died, since he was sent to this intolerable place with these intolerable "creatures" if you dare even call them that. It would only be a few hundred years before Raito became on of them, his smooth and attractive features destroyed with rotting flesh that would sag over his face and rest of his body, probably a distorted color with cold eyes, and elongated appendages. He wouldn't be surprised if odd body parts began to grow out of strange places, or took over other previously placed parts. He could already feel small numbs in his back, probably the beginning of wings. Raito shooed off the scene, deciding on something more appropriate. He placed a hand over the cloud, twirling it around to find his next target. And low-and-behold there he was. He was slouched over, like But Raito didn't plan on staying here for long, no he had a plan. He would free himself. Kira wouldn't be denied.

"I want to believe that the dead are not lost to us, that they speak to us. As part of something greater than us. Greater than any alien force. And if you and I are powerless now, I want to believe that if we listen to what's speaking it can give us the power to save ourselves." - Fox Mulder