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1st January 2013 00:00

"You know Firo. A marvelous man like you should get out of the Mafia sometimes. There's so much potential wasted in a life of shady trades that makes you worry about hiding as if you don't deserve humanity. Especially now that crime is a fallen statue from the 30s, the world is open, in fact much too colorful to hide in." The skinny 30 year old opened his suitcase.

"Like Luck, Keith, even Claire? I'll consider it now Ennis is well. You know for her I am obliged to carry out the darkest things...You know what happened to Gretto on the ship...resulting in a hungry quest to destroy loneliness. I don't want such thing to happen." The young man had his back towards the man in the brown trench coat.

Out of the corner of what he could see, the elder gave his trademark sheepish smile with a golden aura from the fire place, his narrow rimmed glasses reflecting the orange brightness.

"I hope it's not the book we've been haunted by that bag of yours. Or I might be forced to devour like I have done to Quates, to make sure the others are safe from the madness of one tired old gentleman." Maiza could feel Firo's hands reaching for a revolver.

Maiza tensed slightly. "No. You think of everyone a bit too low. I wanted to give you a present. Remember the fedora you lost?" Maiza spun the hat as it Firo expertly caught it.

"Well, that's a facial expression I haven't seen from you in over 30 years Firo. You should smile a bit more. I somehow missed the mortal days where we don't have to worry about anything." Maiza gulped down the last potion of the wine and fumbled through the briefcase to what he was looking for.

"Well then. Good night and happy new year Maiza. And do get some friends. The time in no-man's land's not doing you any good." The young man remained gray….trying to erase all evidence he ever smiled. Closing the door a black shadow revealed itself.

"So. Maiza. What's your decision? You have your wish." A cloud of smoke blew into Maiza lungs as if the man teleported instead of walked.

"Why are you here? I thought I WARNED you I need some time alone!" Maiza claimed in a stern voice with a completely changed personality to how he communicated with the teen.

"Cigarette?" The blonde man teased but was rudely refused with a vehement head shook and angry breathing.

"So is the Kira guy's downfall in motion? No one is going to play God any longer?" Maiza was greeted with a nod and a jeer.

"Your decision and choice of your own downfall is here to make. So convince me in 2 days that we're not playing God like Kira. Or else, my existence and everyone else involved is in your hand. I shall help you wash them dry." The demon smirked at the sight of a sweat bead.

"After all the years of world slaughters, nuclear paranoia, global warming, this and that…..I questioned myself…if the world can sustain if I let it all out…there's no way to hide such a thing.I am SURE of its discovery…Now….." Maiza opened the page of the black book which seemed to be the darkest color against the yellow tatami apart from the smoking man. The immortal turned to a torn blank page that was inconsistent with the book of love.

"I just feel….I doesn't know what to feel if this will somehow make everyone happy."

"I'd suggest you do take a lot of time to decide. Once words gets onto paper. It's permanent and final. I cannot do anything to reverse it. So think wisely if the years didn't put dementia in. Don't you think Firo and the others should have a say?"

The man inhaled a deep rich gasp from the cigarette. He handed the man a pen. "Do it. You know all of their names."