It is a misguided misconception that in there is Nothing, that when your physical husk ceases to draw breath and your heart stops pumping much-needed nutrition throughout your body; your soul will depart to Mu. "Mu", as the shinigami put it, means "nothing", and by "nothing", they simply mean that you completely cease to exist.
Yagami Raito, God of the New World (as he had so deluded himself into thinking) was about to cease to exist; yet the world would continue on, dead God or not. He lay on the cold, hard concrete floor as cold, hard eyes stare down at him. Stare down at him. Holding not empathy, no pity, simply patiently waiting for him to draw his last breath and just die.
How sad it is, when a God can't help but refuse to die. No longer worshipped, no longer wanted.
Just
An
Empty
Husk.
Like Christ, he lay, holes in hands and thorns constricting his mind; blood pouring from everywhere. His vision, too, was bleeding; very soon it would fade from red to black.
They say a man's life flashes before his eyes at the time of his death, but Raito could only think of one moment. One stupid, idiotic, seemly meaningless moment.
The start of his fall.
Oh, he hadn't known it then, but fall he did.
He remembered when he was not cold and all alone, when he could feel all off his limbs and
(yes, even his heart)
for once he found himself happy, truly happy. His enemy had been vanquished, L was dead, Kira, as well as Justice, had prevailed.
Several days had past, the New L had just about finished transferring all of the once-great has-been detective's files. By chance, one of the files had caught his eye.
It was addressed to him.
Not Yagami Raito, nor Raito-kun, but
To Kira.
He clicked.
It opened.
He read it. It wasn't hard; the message was one sentence, useless words strung together. Obstinate, idiotic. The last desperate attempt of a dying man, he thought. Most certainly not the work of a genius.
He smirked.
He deleted.
He walked away.
Oh, the bitter irony of it! If only he had paid attention! If only he weren't such an arrogant God!
Thou art His children, His flock, God will listen.
He hadn't listened.
And now it was too late.
The end is near, it had said.
And he was right as always. Always, always right. David slew Goliath, this Christ shall not return.
Because the end was Near.
It ended with Near.