Behind those is one of thousands

by the witch in your heart

If a holder of the death note has used it to the extent where thay act like God and has assassinated there own family its power, they do not pass on, reincarnate and there souls no longer belong to themselves or the spirit world; their bodies become an empty shell which will carry out the duties of their soul, a black notebook of death.

Behind the Deaths and scenes

I started as the man and women, who have been chasing me for days on end, collapsed on the ground while a man with the gun continued to shot wildly at anything and everything, causing more damage to the couple. the sadistic grin that i was trying so hard to hold back became more domminent as i watched the bulles starting to near the muttion factory that was so full of gun powder and explosive that some of it was kept outside; and if one bullit were to hit it, the entire county would have been wiped out, leaving a creator of where it once stood with a thick black blanket to cover it and suffict those who dare to challange it. However, before i was able to witness the dustoction of the place i called 'home', i felt my self being torn in tthe most oddist of ways that could only be my soul being ripped from my body, leaving an empty shell. Before being surronded in darkness, the last thing i ever felt was the change of the planes; from the human world to the spirit.

my eyes flutered open to a world of gray, rock being the only landscpae and coal black clouds in the air. I scanned the area for any sign of recognition or ign to tell me as to where i am, coming to hlat on a being cloaked in black. This monster stared at me with what only could be morbid curiosty, looing hungry as it licked it lips. It stepped foreward towards me, moving backward was my only response until i hit a rock, mently cursing myself for being foolish and not watching where i was going. the monster came closer and closer looking more hungery with each step then the last. Before i know it, the thing was standing in front of me staring at something that was lower then my chest. i watched as a thing that could only be a bony hand moved down, my eyes following it until it grabbed onto the bag which contained my blood red apples.

With a look of glee in its eyes, the monster tared open the weak plastic bag and began scaffing down apple after apple until there was non left. obviously having no bussiness with me other then my apples, the moster then turned to leave, only to be stopped as its eyes caught onto a black note book. with the same morbid curiosty as before the monster picked the the note book. In horror, i felt my body being squeesed and streatched until i felt i had no longer had ownership over my body. A grin that could only belong to those with a sadistic mind was drawn across its face.

"A new Death Note huh? this could only lead to a lot of 'fun' to me as shnigami who has nothing to do~" it spoke. I stared in what should have been horrer at the realistatin, if i wasnt an emotionalist shell. I was in a worl for the 'Gods of Death' and that my sole was that notebook; nothing being able to see the empty shell of what used to be a living, breathing human.