Saints can be Sinners.

"I am here for your head..." A winged female spoke coldly, her stone mask showing no emotion what so ever. The brunette man sat silently, not speaking or caring. The shinigami's prescence was an annoyance and nothing more. Not a warning or threat of any kind. Her insinuas flapping was bothering him, making him want to swat the pesty dead away. He scowled, turning towards the figure. Her eyes were a deep haunting blue, he could see them thinly through the mask. She work a silk black gown, reaching and tearing off at the knees. Her hands betrayed and twisted into claws, bloodied and stained.
'What an odd looking shinigam?' Light thought, ignoring the nameless female. "You're here to kill me, are you?" He asked with slight pleasure. The girl nodded, pleasure enveloping her eyes. "Yes, you get the point?" Light nodded quickly scowling, blinking at the thought of his demise. A sythe hung from the back of her dress, clanking as she swayed. "Yes, Sadly the shinigami king wants your head on a silver platter!" She giggled playfully, reaching for a silver platter hanging from her belt. "So, present your neck." She winked, hoping to get it over quickly. The man seemed smart and reasonable. He would most likely play it cool, then react with shear hate and anger. Then finally with taunting distress, making her tintingly guilty. She waited, no response or movement. "The hard way, eh?" She sighed, disgruntled she'd have to suffice once again with hard work. She drew her sythe, pissed by the arrogance the man held. She would take pride for killing the treturous human. "Put me to sleep, evil angel." His voice soft and full of sorrow. "Is that a plea? Gladly!" "Open your wings, evil angel?" She grinned coldly, opening her wings, demonized and charred as they may be. "Fly over me, evil angel." The shinigami was getting sick of this, he may have a good voice. But it was very annoying. "No, I have already done that when I entered." She frowned and crossed her arms, the sythe dangeling on the tips of her claws. "Why can't I breathe , evil angel?" She tilted her head to the side, brunette locks falling as she did. "How are you speaking then?" Her voice low and full of confusion. She shook her head, stone mask untouched. She decided to end this silly game. She lifted the sythe above her head and forced it down. It peirced through his chest, exiting through a lung. Blood almost instantaneously spewed from his mouth. She laughed coldly, almost like a sadist.

" 'Evil angel, can you end it?' Glady!" She cheered, watching him cough up blood franticly. She laughed creuly, smirking. "Well, that was fun..." She glared over at her surroundings, only to see a mortified Ryuk. "Well, you weren't going to do it." Ryuk only nodded, completely surprised by the females actions."You bitch, I hope you burn in hell..." Blood pooled around his mouth and chin. "I already have, stupid fucker." The sticky red liquid had sunken into his shirt and into the carpet around his chair. The girl yanked the sythe from his chest, pulling muscle as she did so. Light shrieked in pain, grabbing his chest and falling face first onto the desk.

The dead dictator lye motionless, head drenched in blood. The shinigami smiled and flapped her wings and took off through the roof.