So this is the second story I've posted on here.. I just wanted commemorate Light's death considering the fact it's the 1st year anniversary of his death today
Diclaimer: I don't own Deathnote or any of the characters mentioned in the story.. They all belong to Tsugumi Ohba
Please review and don't be too harsh on the insults! D: Thanks~! 3
Justice - the concept of moral rightness based on ethics, rationality, law, natural law, religion, fairness, or equity, along with the punishment of the breach of said ethics
Some might've classified me as insane. To others, the smartest person that ever existed. I, thought of myself as righteous. No one else understood what my goal was. To create a perfect world. That was all I ever yearned for. Too bad murder these days is such a big deal, and once you're wanted, they don't give up their want to search for you, find you, and bringing you to justice. I cloaked my guilt by pretending I wasn't who everyone thought I was, and instead, made them believe I was the complete opposite. I fooled everyone, by lying. Humans these days are too easy to control. The person I worked beside was trying to capture the same goal I was, only he believed in human dignity. Life to him was precious, but not his own. Several times he tested his fate and mocked Kira with his every word. His time ran out, his life was too short. I carried on his work, sort of like a disciple of the once god-like, rolemodel L. I rose above and beyond his place, now greater than he was ever before. The case was slowly drawing to a close. I thought I had it all planned out. I thought wrong. Now, you're probably thinking that's strange, right? How could God be wrong? I'll tell you how, it was that white-headed child's fault. He doubted my power and took it upon himself to succeed the person he worshipped from birth. His intelligence was that of no normal kid. He was a genius. Shame on me for actually feeling jealous of him. Yet, I still couldn't let jealousy defeat me. Nor could I let Near, someone so young, rule this world. Once again, I planned it all out. I plotted his death, blinded by my lust for perfection and righteousness. I let my wish to become God of the new world, slowly eat away at my mind and body, and let my guard down for one split second, not expecting the unexpected. My team turned on me, and everyone else whom I trusted. They took advantage of me and hit me in my weak spot. They slowly saw the fool I was as I writhed helplessly before them, knowing my fate. Like an idiot, I thought I could run away, just escape from on the madness. I lay on the stairway to heaven, hell, or wherever I was destined to spend eternity and looked up, breathing one last breath.
Father, forgive me, for I have sinned.
