A/N: Wow, I can't believe it's been almost a year since I joined the site. And what a year it's been, whew :D

To mark this anniversary, I'd like to introduce my next project – the one that will revolve around elements of Greek mythology. It's been rotting away in my brain for about four months now, as some of you may be aware. Anyway, enjoy :)

Disclaimer: This is just a fan fic.

Prologue: Part One

If there was one thing that the goddess Aphrodite prized above all, it was her golden apple. She was particularly fond of taunting Hera and Athena about it whenever she went to visit her father up on Mount Olympus. She especially adored provoking her half-sister, the great deity of wisdom herself. Ah, yes. The mere mention of Athena's immature bout of vanity still brought a pink tinge of shame to her austere cheeks.

Kallistē.

To the fairest, indeed.

The notorious Apple of Discord was the embodiment of Aphrodite's identity. It was the epitome of everything both beautiful and chaotic, a treasure beyond all treasures and the icon of legendary history. After all, it was this very apple that had plunged the world into mankind's most epic war, a war that had been waged in the name of true love.

Solid gold and the size of her fist, Aphrodite's precious apple was kept under lock and key at all times. Nobody else besides her hideous but doting husband, Hephaestus, knew how to safely access the enchanted crystal case that had been built specifically to harbor and display the revered fruit. It was guarded better than even the almighty underworld (or so she'd thought).

The apple was more than just a trophy – it was Aphrodite's pride and joy. It was her baby.

It stood to reason that if it were ever to be misplaced, or Zeus forbid, stolen, the goddess of love and beauty would raise hell unlike any other.

"Do all apples taste the same, Light?"

Ryuk bobbed serenely behind the college-bound student as they strolled through the park, which was nearly empty save for a frisky young couple taking advantage of the sunset.

Light sighed irritably, pulled out his cell phone and pressed it to the side of his face. "More or less," said Light.

"Then why do you only buy red apples for me?" Ryuk wondered. "What's wrong with the green ones?" He had seen Light's little sister, Sayu, eating a green one just that morning, which had immediately piqued his interest.

"Nothing. I just like Red Delicious more, personally."

That just confused him even more. "So the reds are more delicious?"

"Not necessarily, that's just what they're called," Light explained. "There are other kinds of red apples, such as Royal Galas and McIntoshes."

"Yum..." Just then, the Shinigami's legs involuntarily spasmed, nearly kicking Light in the head. "Oops, sorry!"

"Don't tell me you're going through withdrawal already. It's only been eight hours, Ryuk."

"You can't blame me. I've had an exhausting day," Ryuk grumbled.

"Fine, then let's head over to the supermarket."

Ryuk did a happy flip in mid-air. "Woohoo! Thanks, Light."

"Whatever." Light fell silent for a moment, and an expression of deep contemplation dawned on his sharp but boyish face. "You know, Ryuk, I find your love for apples extremely fascinating. Ironic, even."

"How so?"

"Well, considering that the apple is supposedly the fruit of original sin, it's quite the fitting snack for a Death God, huh?" Light murmured, smirking into his mobile.

"You could say that," Ryuk agreed. "I'm surprised, Light. I didn't think you were religious."

"I'm not," the teenager replied. "I am, however, a fan of symbolism."

"And I, for one, am I fan of trouble..."

The vision vanished from the sparkling scrying mirror, and Eris gleefully bounded off her throne, unfurling her wings. So this was the unlikely pair that all the harpies had been harping about lately!

Rumors had been flying around – courtesy of said gossipy harpies and their siren cousins – about a Japanese Death God that had breached the human world in order to recover his notebook, which had somehow wound up in a human's possession. It had been a thousand years since the last time something similar had happened, but that hadn't been nearly as exciting as this current ordeal.

For one, there was now a radical revolution brewing beneath their celestial noses. Mortals were getting distracted, praying and worshipping less, and gods across the realms were growing restless. Whether they liked it or not, they weren't allowed to interfere with the notebook or "Kira" affair.

This was where she would come in.

Eris wasn't the goddess of strife and discord for nothing. She absolutely thrived off of chaos. After all, Eris had been the one to send Hera, Athena and Aphrodite bickering over the golden apple to kingdom come three millennia ago.

There was no doubt that the Trojan War was her masterpiece, her magnum opus. Perhaps it was about time to come out of retirement and stir the pot firsthand once more...

And the incentive?

Well, Light Yagami certainly was a handsome human being. He reminded Eris of one of those daft, pretty mortals that Aphrodite always frolicked with on the side. However, the sneaky little goddess only had eyes for the human boy's friend:

The Shinigami.

What big eyes he had! Such bluish lips and ivory teeth and lavender skin! But what ultimately sealed the deal for Eris was the Death God's glorious set of wings. They were of an ebony color that rivaled her own, and sported feathers that managed to appear both glossy and soft as silk.

To top it off, the Shinigami was quite naughty himself. According to the grapevine, he had purposely dropped his coveted notebook into the human realm. That just took the cake.

Eris sighed dreamily. "Ryuk" was his name; mischief was his game. He was the perfect package. Oh, what she wouldn't give to win over this magnificent creature!

This fiendish goddess was never one to back down from a challenge. She knew what she had to do.

It was time to brush off the old toolkit and kill two birds with one stone.

A/N: After the two-part prologue, expect both crack and angst, and then some randomness in between. The premise of this fic is to compare and contrast certain Death Note characters with their most likely Greek God counterpart in the context of a running but background plot. Therefore, each chapter will only be loosely related.

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