The first chapter for InkDeath. Before you read this, please read Inkdeath Note: Origins by LittleMissDragmire as well, which I based this on.

To LMD: thank you so much for allowing me to use your story to create one of my own. I hope you will like this one.

Disclaimer: Death Note belongs to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata, not me. Inkheart belongs to Cornelia Funke. Basically, I own nothing but this story, which I didn't even create completely on my own, so...

Well, it is called fan fiction for a reason, right?


Think. Imagine.

A world without words... does it not equal a world without life?

Humans and words have been twined together for beyond our memory. We give them a voice, they give us meaning. We let them breathe, they let us speak.

Words are the sole things as powerful in this world as humanity itself, for a single world can bring joy, and pain. It can bring comfort, it can hurt. Messages of love, and those of hate. Every life starts with words, and a single one can end it just the same.

But only few of us know that it is not the human that writes the word, it's the word that writes the human.

These few people are even more afflicted by the law of words, but also have the power to alter that law. They posess god-like powers, and are known as Silvertongues, named after their art. While we make a word breathe, they give it a beating heart, give it life.

But there are as much demons as there are gods, and the Silvertongues are no exception to this rule. You have the pure Silvertongues, those who only wish to make the world a better place for everyone, and the corrupted ones, those who want nothing more than power and recognition.

Now, long ago, in a world where the written words ruled everyone's fate, a great war was fought. Fire, a Blue jay, treachery, power and words fought this battle of justice. Fire, Blue Jay and a Traitor all worked together, used the words to drive out corruption and those seeking power. Because their hearts were pure and their consciences clean, they succeeded in driving out evil. The Silverking and corrupted Silvertongue were gone, and the world knew nothing but peace for generation after generation.

But the Silvertongue would not admit defeat that easily. He fled, fled to the northern mountains, where he wrote and read, spoke words of destruction and despair. Until this work became his own downfall, his own death.

But once words are spoken, they can never be taken back, and whatever change they would bring, that change would come. Altered fate, the destruction of worlds.

And now, his words have become reality.


This world is rotten, a lone soul thought to himself in a barren wasteland. He remembered times of warmth and beauty, purity and love. But those days were long gone, turned to nothing but vague memories, blurred as if they were nothing but a dream. Maybe that's just what they were, a dream? All the light, all the joy, all the love and warmth, had it never existed at all? There was not a trace of it left, even if it had once been real. Not in this world, not in its inhabitants, in nothing. The existence of these creatures had always been linked to death, always, but they hadn't always been this way. There was a time in which they took away the pain and fear of the dying, not the lives of the innocent. They hadn't ever killed, only guided. But now, that had changed. Now, their purpose was gone, faded like pain. Or joy.

Things need to change. I need something to do...


This world is rotten, a lone soul thought to himself, as he was surrounded by dozens and dozens of people, together yet as lonely as himself. Day in and day out, the same thing will be repeated all over again. Just like the heat of summer's fire will fade and become a dark and chilling winter, the light of day making place for the darkness of night, every flame of life will one day be blown out. End of the story. Game over. Dead. But unfortunately, there are some people who like to play extinguisher, pour water over the flames that are still burning and brimming with life, ending their existence prematurely. Day in and day out, the only thing you hear is 'murder here' and 'murder there'. It never ends, it never ends... a vicious cycle that cannot be broken unless a divine power would interfere. The only thing is, to him, if there was this much death and suffering in the world, there was no divinity ruling over them. Not a pure one. Only the devil would let this happen, not god. And it is the devil that should take them all, all of those extinguishers, and let them feel what it is to really burn. Burn deep down in hell for an eternity.

Things need to change. I need to do something.


This world is rotten, a lone soul thought to himself in a dark room, lit only by buzzing computers and screens displaying case files, so much of them he didn't even want to bother to count them anymore. He was exhausted, having fought for justice for a week straight with no sleep, chasing criminals around the world yet not leaving this room. But no matter how much criminals he would catch, he was beginning to think, they would never vanish from this world. Every few seconds, someone on Earth has died, and the same moment a new life has begun. Every few seconds, a murderer is caught, and every few seconds another person has committed his first murder. It's just like that. A person is dead, a new one is born. A murderer is caught or executed, a new one enters the stage of the underworld. A cycle, you could call it, a cycle of death and bloodshed, twisted minds and ideals that would never come true. There was practically not one second when he didn't wish he could be more like one of the heroes in detective novels, someone whose work actually pays off, great effort resulting in everlasting peace. But no, that was fiction. And this was reality. And reality is simply a cruel thing, and it'll always be.

Things need to change. But what more can I do?


If it wasn't clear yet, the first 'thoughts' were Ryuk, then Light, and last came L.

I have the second chapter ready, but will not upload it quite yet. First, I want to be sure i have something to go on if I can't write for a little while, so I can still update then ;)

Thank you very much for reading, I hope you like it so far. Oh, and though you don't have to, reviews would be much appreciated ;)