Random concept that popped into my head one day. Digging this up several months later, I decided it was okay.
It was supposed to be free- but, of course, there was always a price.
Old tales of those who traded their soul for power existed in every culture. But to the well-learned, wary teenager, this Death Note seemed different.
So many promises beneath its shiny clean cover... those crisp white sheets were deceptively easy to write in, crying out for black ink to mar their blatantly naked faces. The uncapping of the pen in a secluded room, the hurried scribbles, the flipping pages- all a ritual to worship the master of all, Death.
There were no animal-skin parchments or deals signed in blood- but the result was the same. What had started out as simple, morbid curiosity now became an obsession- writing name after name down, criminals' names, innocents' names, anyone's name but his own. All the hundreds of thousands of people he sacrificed before himself were merely grains of sand running through the hourglass before his time was up... before the shinigami wrote Light's name in the Death Note... before the bug-eyed demon with black lips ripped out his still-beating heart and bit into it like an apple.
Then the payment would finally be complete.
Alright- I hope I didn't creep too many people out there. The imagery that presented itself to me- the ripping of canine-sharp teeth on red, pulsing muscle- oooh!! Owo Well, let's save that for another time... ¬¬
Oh, and I just thought of this now, but the track "Tokei no Hari no Oto" (Sound of the Clock Hand) from the 2nd Death Note OST would probably work well with this piece... if you happen to check it out.
