My first and most likely last Death Note story. I May redo this one in the future though. I'd just like to know what people think and see if it's worth re-working.
I don't own Death Note
Birth of a Death God
38…
39…
40.
Light feels his heartbeat painfully and steadily come to a stop.
Then everything goes black.
….
Was it a few minutes?
Days?
Or possibly years?
"A human who uses the notebook can neither go to Heaven or Hell" He recalls Ryuk's words.
Ryuk? He wonders, Where has that fool gone too?
Then he remembers…
I died? I'm dead…right?
That bastard wrote his name in the notebook.
But if I'm dead… what's happening now?
Where is he? Shouldn't he cease to exist at all?
It's still dark. He opens his eyes expecting darkness still.
But…
He's alive… in some way.
He looks down at his hands.
No… not human hands any more.
Long, grotesque fingers he didn't think are his. He moves them. These ghastly colored hands are his own.
He feels his body is hunched over in an unnatural way for a human.
With his tongue he feels teeth, like razers, jaggedly line his mouth.
He looks around him in a hurry for something reflective so he can accurately see his appearance.
Nothing.
Nothing anywhere.
All there is, is a wasteland, filled with dirt and stones and carcasses.
It doesn't take much longer for him to realize what he's become.
He looks down.
At his feet…
…lay a Death Note.
A human who uses the notebook can neither go to Heaven or Hell
This isn't Heaven. This isn't Hell.
He has died but has been reborn.
An evil grin appears on his distorted face.
Kira has been reborn…
…into a God of Death.
He picks up the Death Note.
A begins to move across the vast wasteland of the Shinigami realm.
Once again, to cast judgment on souls.
And this time…
No one can stop him.