Mirror Mirror
By: lacking motivation
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, the manga or the anime.
When Rem died all that was left was very fine sand. Light was the first to see her 'ashes'. In a rare show of sentimentality he brought her home to me, only fitting because she died for me. He presented the container which contained her remains to me and said thank you. He had a manic smile upon his face but then I didn't really care. Presenting me with Rem's remains meant that he must have some emotions, so he must hold some feelings for me.
I took Rem's remains and had her made into a mirror, I'm not an expert in the subject but I do know that sand is the main component in glass. How to make it is beyond me, that is why I am rich and have connections.
Because of the amount of Rem left I was only able to make a medium-sized bureau mirror, I had wanted a full length mirror at first but I was forced to settle. The mirror is oval and large enough to show my face and bust. In reminiscence of Snow White's stepmother, I had Rem put in a gilded frame and hung her on my bedroom wall.
But like all other worldly things the mirror made of the remains of Rem is unique, like a notebook that has the power to kill people. The surface of the mirror absorbs all light and does not show reflections. It stays a black slab of glass until I pass in front of it. Then it will show only my reflection. And when I look into it I can see anything that I want to see.
I saw in the mirror when Light was betraying me, making plans and pacts with devils in disguise. They are trying to drag him down to their level, they are trying to despoil God. But together we are angels and I will do everything in my power to kept Light, my God, above the rest of humanity.
I will kill that woman who is trying to seduce him and I will kill that man who is trying to replace him.
However until the plans that I have laid come to fruition I will wait on the sidelines acting as a dumb blonde ditz. I will cling to my God and force him to keep distance from those devils in the pretense of an over infatuated lover. I will listen to him as an obedient follower and do as he bids me, all the while with an empty smile upon my face. And I will wait by my mirror, made of the remains of one who loved me truly, and bide my time.
