This darkness has no name.
He waited.
Always waiting. Always bidding his time.
It was a dull, dreary existence. Quiet, he guessed. A little lonely. Peaceful.
He hated it.
The silence at away at his soul. Madness. Hunger. Fear.
He knew he could never return. Not to his home, or his family. His world. They would never understand or... accept his powers. No... they denied him.
But Kid.
Oh, holy Death The Kid. Worshipped son of Lord Death. He hated his cousin.
How he'd love to wring his perfect...pampered...spoiled little pale neck. The perfect prodigy.. With his natural talent, enhanced powers, and blessed birth. Kid was the chosen child. He was not.
It was destiny. One shinigami of the generation born weak, another graced with overwhelming powers. Balance.
He sneered.
Maybe it was time for a change.
Maybe the world's era of peace was not meant to last any longer.
He was sure of it.
The time for change was coming, and a rebellion would rise. If he tried, by the next moon cycle he could have an army of lifeless dolls raid the doors of the hated school of meisters and their precious weapons. Kid's rule as Lord Death would be cut short.
It was his time to rule.
No longer would he be the weakling. Not now, not ever.
He would steal Kid's throne from his fingertips.
The sanzu-less shinigami would rule. A time of grim and misfortune was coming.
But... not yet.
His time was not yet upon the world. That was many moons, maybe even many years away.
He laughed.
A few more months was nothing compared to the lone years he had spent concealed from the other immortals of his kind. He still had little to none powerful abilities of his own, that would take time to gain. Even at his age, he had... unsatisfactory powers.
He thought.
I can wait.
I always do.
So he did.
He waited.
Always waiting.