Death Note: Plane of the God's

Prologue: The God of Death

Light Yagami was bleeding from various bullet wounds ranged across his body. He was limping badly and loosing a lot of blood, his hand clamped to his shoulder, trying to stem the flow of the crimson liquid. His breathing was ragged and his vision was hazy. He stopped and lent against a chain link fence to catch his breath and to look over his wounds. As Light looked over the various bullet holes that he been drilled into his body, he cursed Matsuda for doing this to him.

He was a god. No. He was the god of this new world. Of his new world. And Matsuda had had the audacity to shoot him. Light would be sure to kill Matsuda later. If there was a later that was.

How had it come to this? Ever since Near had appeared his grip on his world had been slipping. No… his life had been building up to this ever since he first laid hands on that Death Note all those years ago. The notebook that could kill people by merely writing their name in it.

The sound of running footsteps caused him to straighten up and keep on moving. No doubt that would be Izawa and Matsuda come to arrest him. Well, that wasn't going to happen. He wasn't about to let them arrest him, not now, not after everything he had done to shape this world into its rightful form.

He ducked into a factory and lent against the wall taking in ragged breaths. He didn't know what dying felt like, but he imagined that it was something like this. He needed help and fast. There was only one person Light could ask for help though.

"Ryuk," Light spluttered though a mouthful of his own blood. "Help... Please." The Shinigami didn't appear. Somehow Light knew that he wouldn't. He pushed on regardless and staggered through the factory. He gripped a metal handrail and used it to help pull himself up the metal stairwell to a higher level. Perhaps use this small aerial elevation to his advantage.

A stabbing pain coursed through him, coming straight from his heart. He gasped and slipped, rolling painfully onto the stairwell. He lay there, the spasms of pain throbbing through him as he lay there, staring into the ceiling. From the deepest recesses of his memory he heard Ryuk speaking to him, on that day of their very first meeting, barely five days since he received the Death Note.

'When it comes to your death, I'll be the one writing your name down in my Death Note.'

Light gasped and felt the last breath of life leaving his body. As his vision darkened, a figure walked up the steps and leant over him. His black hair arranged in vicious spikes, his skin a luminescent grey and around his slate grey eyes were deep, heavy shadows.

L looked down on Light without pity. His gaze was a mixture of confusion and contempt, much like he had when L himself had been dying. But now there was a spark of something more. Joy. L knew he had won in the end and Light knew it too.

And then Light collapsed.

Kira died looking into the face of his better and hating every minute of it.

-DEATH NOTE-

In the bleak and soulless realm of the Shinigami, a series of chains rattled. Suspended above a pool of glistening rust was a huge, globe like monstrosity. A skull like formation protruded from one side and within was a smaller, more horrifying skull. Its teeth were rank, meat and apple seeds stuck in-between the pieces of enamel. Its hollow eyes sockets glowed with a terrifying blue aura.

The Shinigami King looked upon the human world through the rust pool and saw the human Light Yagami die. He gave a guttural snort at the fragility of human kind. With a mere thought the rust pool dispersed, various fragments of pieces flying off across the Shinigami Realm. He then opened his mouth and spoke.

"Calogero," he whispered, his voice like the rust he had just dissipated.

A figure stepped from the shadows at his King's command. He wore a long, obsidian coloured robe with wings of black leather folded at his back. A peaked hood came up over his skull-like head. Strapped to his hip was a notebook bound in black leather, upon which one, leathery skinned hand rested. The other hand gripped a long staff, the end of which produced a long, curved blade.

"You summoned me my liege?" Calogero asked. "Your will is my order and I shall carry both out to the letter."

The King snorted again but continued none the less: "What do you know of the human Light Yagami?"

Calogero pondered the question for several moments before responding.

"The human who picked up Ryuk's other Death Note? All I know is that he kills humans as if he were one of us. Why do you ask?"

"He just died."

Calogero gave out a bark of laughter. "Humans are so fragile are they not?"

"True," the King conceded. "But like you say, he kills humans as if he were not one of them. As if he were a Shinigami."

It took a few moments for Calogero to catch onto the King's meaning. When he did his eyes widened in surprise.

"You don't think to-"

"Calogero," the King interrupted. "Your task is to retrieve Yagami's soul from the Mu."

Calogero mulled this order over for a few moments. The Mu was a strange place to go. He himself had been there for some time, and not by choice. He couldn't remember exactly how long he had waited in that endless abyss. He mulled the order over, debating whether or not he should delve back into that place. Finally he spoke.

"I shall do as you command my King," Calogero said, bowing deeply.

He turned around and stretched his wings. Taking a moment to secure his Death Note, he took flight into the slate grey skies of the Shinigami Realm.

-DEATH NOTE-

Calogero was flying for some time before he saw a familiar shape flying towards him. He pulled upright and waited for the other Shinigami. Ryuk had clearly seen him too and he too flew into an upright position.

"Ryuk," Calogero said simply.

"Calogero," Ryuk replied. "What do you want? The Old Man sent you to summon me?"

"Not everything revolves around you Ryuk," Calogero responded. "I'm sure the King would love to speak with you though."

"If you're not here for me then why are you out here?"

"I've been sent to reap a soul."

"Oh? It wouldn't happen to be Light Yagami's would it?"

Calogero gave a small chuckle.

"It is isn't it?" Ryuk said, also laughing. "And to think I just killed him."

"It does put the futility of your action into a clearer light," Calogero laughed.

"It's not as futile as you think," Ryuk responded. "Light would've died soon anyway. I just helped him on his way."

"Don't tell me you've grown a soft side Ryuk," Calogero smirked.

"Hardly," Ryuk responded. "I just couldn't simply be bothered to wait until he died."

"How deliciously sadistic," Calogero laughed.

"Why thank you," Ryuk said, grinning broadly. "Although if I had one thing to say about Light, he did give out the best apples."

Calogero smirked.

"I'll be sure to pass that on."

And Calogero took off once more, flying past Ryuk and higher into the sky. The Shinigami Realm fell away behind him. The great towering peaks of craggy rocks and mountainous piles of rusted scrap became little more than blots on the fair off landscape of stained ground that was the Shinigami Realm.

After a few hours of flying even the ground gave way to be replaced by the filthy waters of the great ocean that covered most of this realm. And still Calogero flew higher, breaking through the stagnant clouds of the Shinigami Realm's sky. The bleak, filthy cloud around Calogero was the only thing he could see, feel, smell, taste and hear.

Eventually he broke through the top of the immense cloud and looked out of a blanket of filth. He looked up into the eternal twilight of the sky that lay beyond the clouds. There was a moon out tonight. And there it was. A churning twisting funnel of absolute darkness.

The gateway to the Mu.

Calogero gulped before he beat his powerful wings and flew directly into the black stain in the sky. Into the unknown. Into the darkness. Into nothing…