Righteous Side of Hell

by KawaiiPsycho101

An alternate take on the second half of DN based on a series of what-ifs, like: What if the notebook Ryuk stole and eventually wound up with Mello didn't belong to Sidoh, but a different shinigami? What if not all humans went to MU (nothingness) after they died? What if only 99.999999% of them did? And what if a certain serial killer had died the way he'd originally planned?

1. Prelude

Dear Reader,

The following story is a work of non-profit fan fiction. Death Note, and its characters, belong to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata. The only things that belong to me here are this story, and the character of A.K.A. Once again, I make no monetary gain off of this; this is merely a hobby that grew out of hand. And a quick warning, there will be spoilers for every character's real name, and for the rest of the series after episode 25/chapter 58. If you plan on watching/reading Death Note, or are currently making your way through it, I suggest you stop reading now, and come back when you've finished both it, and the spin-off novel Another Note: The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases (which belongs to Nisio Isin, and not me).

Oh, and I will be following the anime timeline, which means that the events of the BB murder cases took place between July 22 – August 22, 2005, Light Yagami picked up the Death Note on November 23, 2006, and our story begins in October of 2012.

Also, the lyrics you see below do not belong to me either. They belong to Five Finger Death Punch.

"Arms wide open,

I stand alone.

I'm no hero, and I'm not made of stone.

Right or wrong,

I can hardly tell.

I'm on the wrong side of Heaven, and the righteous side of Hell."

-Wrong Side of Heaven

Five Finger Death Punch

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"Hello Ryuk."

Said death god started, nearly dropping his apple, and turned towards the stranger. It was another shinigami, about the same height as him, give or take a few inches, but with only half of his bulk. Sewn to its pale face was a black, leathery mask with a streak of white under each eye. A long black scarf was wrapped around the lower portion of its face and neck, the ends trailing down to its knees. Its clothes were rattier than his, with just a simple black long-sleeved shirt with a belt for its Death Note, black pants, and black shoes. Long, spidery fingers with sharp obsidian nails protruded from black fingerless gloves.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the shinigami whose notebook you stole!" it snapped, bright red eyes shining with anger as its pupils shrank to slits.

"Oh you must be Alejandra, the one that-"

"It's Alixandria, jackass! Now if you don't mind, I'd like my notebook back!"

"As much as I'd like to return it, I'm afraid I don't know where it is."

"You lost it?!"

"Not exactly. More like it was taken…"

"By who?!"

"I don't know." Ryuk shrugged and took a bite of his apple, which was quickly grabbed and tossed out the window. "Hey!"

"Listen you, if you don't help me find my notebook, I'll tell the King what you've been up to down here, and I'll see to it that you suffer the worst kind of Hell imaginable!" It grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled his face in close until it was only inches away from him. "Understand?!"

Ryuk stared into its eyes for a moment…then started to laugh.

"You've got a lot of fire for a new shinigami. Alright, I'll help."