6/14/10...

My Angel is Satan.

Introduction:

Nothing much has changed in the last seventy years...The air is still dry and tasteless, the sun is still blotted out from the sky. The bones are still gathered by the working-class Shinigami, who then use them in a liar's game for keeps among the lower-Shinigami. But this is only how it seems. for in death, all are made equal, right?

Wrong.

In this Realm, there rules a Shinigami King. No one knows why he is the King, but no one questions his ruling-ship; why would they, if nothing really matters? If their existence is meaningless, why snatch away the bit of fun other Shinigami have made for themselves?

Death is all the Shiniami are capable of accomplishing- but not for themselves. They have a glowing hole which leads them to the human world, Earth, where they can either gaze down into, or enter. They use this hole to spy on humans, and write down their names in what is called a 'Death Note,' which literally means, "a notebook of death." As long as the Shinigami continues to write down the names of a human, taking that human's remaining Earthly life-span, the Shinigami will never die.

Nothing has changed in the Realm; why should it? No one has a reason to change anything, and there has been nothing of notice going on anyway- Aside from the five new humans that has entered into the realm.

But how can a human enter this Realm? Only if the use a Shinigami's Death Note, will they be able to enter it. It is no pleasant trip, though; the human must die- going to neither Heaven, nor Hell- damned to a Shinigami's meaningless existence. So how did the Death Note end up on Earth? Well...once in a hundred or so years, a Shinigami often drops his or her notebook down into the hole- just because they are bored. This results in a chaotic scheme of events for the humans- for whoever picks up the dropped Death Note, or touches it, can see the Shinigami who owns it. The human, if he writes down a human's name, while picturing his/her face, in the Death Note, can take that person's life- just like that- either dying how the writer wants, or dying of a heart-attack if the details of the death are not writen. however, that human is then able to pass the notebook to some other human, or use it for himself, while the Shinigami is bound to stay with that human until the notebook has been filled up with names the human has written himself, or until the human user dies.

This has happened rarely. But the last time it did, it resulted in a God-like worship to a man they called Kira- and the notebook was passed on, and thousands of lives were taken in Kira's effort to create a New World- where no evil exists...

First there is Higuchi: He entered as a human, laying in the gray dust of the world, breathing it through his nostrils like a drug as he sleeps. The Shinigami King watched over him as he began to form into a Shinigami like the rest of them; the skin on his face was torn apart as his skull bulged out, taking a curved shape of a monkey, making a terrible ripping noise, along with the hard sound of bones being snapped and twisted, echoing in the silent skies. His arms thinned away in an ashy substance, bringing forth two long stick-like arms. Two short wings grounded inside the human's insides as they formed, then ate out of his back, shooting upwards in a spray of blood and feathers. Through all this, Higuchi stayed silent, his yellow eyes staring ahead at nothing as his memories of being human faded from his mind, the whiteness of his new face erasing his features, submerging his eyes in darkness. In that darkness is emptiness- then, a bright red light as the human's transformation is complete. He rises from the ashes as a new-born, low, throated groans pouring from his fanged mouth, the feathers down his back quivering. Higuchi is eyed from all sides by the snickering and judging Shinigami until the new-born turns and walks forward in a blind-man's walk: No where to go- only away...only away...

"Should we tell him about his job?" asked one of the Shinigami to another.

"Nah," replied the other, laughing shortly. "He'll figure it out. Or he'll die."

The other human was a female. Her name is Kiyomi. By the time the Shinigami found her, she was fully devaloped and clueless. Without a mind of the past, she was more than eager to look forward to the future. Her body is bear-like, yet white in color and very solid. Her hair is long and silver, her eyes too-large, yet beaming with golden orbs in the core. She has no wings, but she has a tail. Her face is drawn backwards and upwards, appearing like a sideways light-bulb. Her mouth is am oval slit, which has rows of sharp teeth. Her feet are talons. Her weapon against nothing. Several Shinigami lead her away to tell her about the rules of being a Shinigami, pressing a Death Note into her hands.

Mikami was next. They found him screaming. The Shinigami King was amused by this man's "dancing" as he grabbed at his head, trying to stop it from changing. He fell to his knees and rolled on dry bones, shrieking, his nose bleeding red, then black. A scream was cut short in his mouth as his memory begins to fade away. a single word was whispered during the ordeal: "God..." and then nothing. His hands fell from his head, and he sat limply, staring up at the sky as ringlets of thick silver bone began twisting around his limbs and neck, blooming open to peel away the human flesh. From his shoulder blades tear two black wings, blood sprinkling over the Realm. His hair is moved down towards his ears, where it stays and slowly turns a dull blue. His mouth turns into a wolf's mouth, the structure of bone changing to suite the appearance. Instead of ears, he has holes like a snake. His nose is two small slits. He sat there for nearly twenty minutes until one of the Shinigami asked him if he wanted to go play "Skulls and Lizards" with him. Mikami said nothing; he stood, rolled his head in their direction and nodded. When he sat down with the others, he asked them how to play. They replied by saying, "You learn as ya go. If you win, you get this-" the Shinigami held up a Death Note. "-if you loose, you gotta talk to the Shinigami King." Mikami scooped up the black dice from the bowl, and shook them in his bony paw. The game had begun.

(For added suspense, I am skipping the fourth human and going to the fifth.) The last to arrive is another female human, who went by the famed name Misa-Misa. She had stunning blue eyes, of which the Shinigami "oooh"'ed over, though they were be erased once she formed into their kind. She gazes around in horror, standing from her laying-down position besides some dead trees. She opens her mouth to scream, but she chokes on the air. Her long golden hair flew away in the wind; her bald head shrunk along with her bones, turning her into an imp-ish figure with long teeth. Her eyes roll into her head, and a trickle of blood oozes from her mouth. Her fingers stretched out, forming claws. Her memory begins to die, and this causes her to sob. "No..." she wails. "No..." and that is all she is able to say; her mouth is clamped over by a strip of bone, which then tears straight across into an odd fish-like mouth. Spiked bits of bone close over her eyes, which close, then re-open into a vivid red beam. The wings are the last to come; they scramble within her sides, pulling and stretching the skin until it cuts free, flying out behind her to lay wetly in the dust. She falls forward, landing on her hands and feet, which finish breaking into a lion-like stance. She raises her head to the watchful Shinigami, then flaps her wings, soaring over them, then crashing into another tree. The Shinigami cheered for her, then scoffed her, then welcomed her to the Realm of Mu. A Death Note is handed to her, and Misa asks why it is so dark in this world- "Where is the light?" But this only makes the Shinigami laugh at her immaturity.

But before Misa...there is Light- once known as Kira.

The God of the New World.

...(I will continue only if you review- which means, tell me what you think- dont just tell me to continue.)