Prologue; Purgatory, Intestines and "Happily Ever After"

Zandier's POV (OC)

All in all my afterlife sucked. Oh no, don't get me wrong, if you want to spend all eternity trapped in a realm of nothingness, go ahead. All you have to do to achieve infinite boredom is write one little name in an innocent looking notebook. Not that I only wrote one. How could I? When the power of a Shinigami landed in my lap how could I possibly leave it alone?

Before I died I looked through some records, scraps of myth and superstition for the most part, documenting the exploits of some of the other mortals that had used it. Of course I wasn't meant to see those but what can I say? Rules are made and enforced by the powerful, and I fancied myself the most powerful mortal to ever live. Even without the Death Note I was running circles around every entitled, wise and cunning idiot I came across. So what if I broke into the Shinigami realm and stole from the King himself?

Who else could boast as much? None of my predecessors, that goes without saying. When I was fifteen I'd killed far more people than those petty, vengeance-addled dotards had managed in a lifetime. I toppled an Empire with a handful of names, slain legion after legion of my foes with a few simple instructions and bent every "rule" the Old Man gave me to its fullest extent .All in an age when most of my fellows were hopelessly illiterate.

So I may have developed a tiny, little god complex but I'd only met a handful of people that could almost keep up with me. Give me a little credit for staying as sane as I did. Then it was all over. The Old Man offed me when I stopped killing and started fucking living. I was stuck there, not in Heaven or Hell but a miserable void. People gave it oh so many names; The Fields of Asphodel, Purgatory, as a child I knew it as the Never-Plain. It sucked everything out of you, your dreams, sanity, even your memories. Or at least that's what it was meant to do.

I'm so SO sorry Old Man but fuuuuuuck you and your punishments. After a few decades I was back to my old self again. Oh he may have succeeded in driving me insane but that's all the Old Man could ever do to me. A century give or take and I controlled his little prison much more than it could control me. Couldn't have been more than a thousand years after that and I was free to go wherever I pleased in any realm. But that wasn't nearly enough. Not nearly e-fucking-nough. That had been business something I'd have done regardless. But the fucked up asshole known as the King of the Shinigami warranted more than that. He took me away from the one person who had seen the messed up kid instead of the monster. The only person who I'd ever truly loved. And I could never see them again. Because of him and his goddamn rules.

Now my response to someone fucking with the only bloody good thing in my life would have been fairly simple;

1) Find them.

Get them alone.

Tie them to a chair and decorate a room with their intestines.

Set the room on fire.

Enjoy the human fucking barbecue.

But unfortunately there's only one way to kill the Shinigami bastard and that wasn't an option. The Old Man and love? HA! A snake has a warmer heart than him. No, death wasn't an option so I decided what I needed to do was make him watch as I spoiled his fun. He rarely went down any more but he loved the show his subjects put on for him. The Old Man's predictable he just loves chaos, especially when it ends in tragedy. It stops him getting bored and that was the one thing his equally fucked up buddies hate it's for the biggest bully in the playground to get bored.

So pretty simple right? Find a human with a Death Note and make sure they live "happily ever after". Piss off the Old Man and give someone the chance I wish I had. For someone as clever as me it shouldn't be too difficult... Or at least that's what I thought until I found myself caught between the two stubbornest and cleverest people I'd ever met. Why the hell did I have to shadow Ryuk? If I'd gone with Rem life would've been so much simpler.

But I suppose I could never resist a challenge.

(A/N) Okay so this is the first fanfic I've ever written, any advice would be great. Also it hasn't been checked through yet so I'm really sorry if any bad grammar makes it difficult to read. I pretty much marathoned on Death Note when a friend first introduced me to it and I've been thinking about this idea ever since L died. Though tbh at this point your guess on where this is going is as good as mine. If anyone is bored enough to read this really long authors note could you please tell me if my actual fanfic is doing okay? Oh and since I've not really thought it out fully yet if anyone has any suggestions for where I should go from here I'd be sure to mention them in the chapter(s) involved, not to mention really grateful. See ya! :P

-M