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A/N: I had this chapter posted on AO3 like over a month and I realized that I hadn't updated it here. Chapters will be updated when inspiration hits.
Tom Riddle Jr. doesn't believe in Fate.
But he does believe he was destined for greatness.
It's been his goal since he was a small child to be better than everyone else, to be revered and worshiped. He deserves it after all.
As he stares at the five filled pages of names of criminals he's written and killed, he can't help but feel high off the killings. To think that the innocuous black notebook could have such godlike powers within its pages. Tom wants to covet and and hide it away forever so no being, human or supernatural can ever find it again.
A dark and sadistic laugh escapes his lips. He can now purge the world and filth; shaping it to his liking. At least while the notebook his still in his possession. He has no idea if the book was gifted to him or was dropped by some god, who later might come to take it back, but he is going use as much as possible.
The Death Note.
How fitting this book was for his new persona Lord Voldemort.
The new god of the world.
A knock upon his door startles him from his euphoria.
"What is it," Tom growls out, angered that someone would dare interrupt his glorious work.
"Dinner is ready, Young Master." A maid says from behind the door.
"I'm not hungry." Tom dismisses.
"Please, Tom. You're father specifically asked that you attend dinner." The maid nervously pleads.
Tom scowls. The thought of even eating with his parents makes him want to bash someone's head in. It's not enough that he has to deal with that dreadful woman he's forced to call his his Step-Mother, Cecilia. Even though he's never known his own mother, who died from childbirth because she was weak, he's never been particularly close with his Father either. And when is Father married that vapid cow when he was five, the already unsteady bond between father and son deteriorated into practically nothing.
"Tom?"
Slamming the Death Note closed and placing it in a hidden compartment he created in his desk, Tom prepares himself for the disaster known to be a family dinner.
"Fine. Tell them i'll be down shortly." Tom bites out. He just wants to get it over with, but that doesn't mean he won't take his time going down as much as he can.
When he reluctantly enters the dining room, Tom notices his Father and Cecilia sitting at one end of the long table, with his Father at the head. Tom takes the seat opposite of his Father at the other end of the table. The farther away he is from them, the better for him.
"Tom. I'm glad you finally decided to join us," Tom Sr. says.
Tom says nothing. He watches as the servants bring out trays of food.
Dinner is mostly a quiet affair with stilted questions 'How was school Tom? and answers 'Like any other day.' Only Cecilia manages to fill the dining room with chatter towards her husband, completely ignoring her Step-Son. Which was fine with Tom. He and Cecilia despised each other and did everything to stay out of each other's way. Only Tom Sr. seemed to want to enforce "Family Bonding" time , which both Tom and Cecilia silently agreed that it was a waste of time.
Dabbing his napkin his mouth, Tom asked, "May I be excused? I still have some studying for upcoming exams to do."
"Very well," Tom Sr. sighs, no doubt disappointed with the lack of participation his son had done during dinner.
Tom nodded and quickly left to his room. Locking his room door so no one could disturb him again, Tom turned on his computer and brings out the Death Note.
Hacking into his father's personal computer and work files is a piece of cake when Tom Sr. is constantly working on cases at home. With a maniac smirk Tom continues his duty to rid the world of garbage. Hours pass in this manner until he gazes upon his clock and sees taht it is already eleven p.m.
"I think I've done enough for one day." Tom chuckles to himself, stretching his stiff body.
"I see you've been working hard the last couple of days using the Death Note." A gravelly voice says behind Tom, making him jump,up, knocking his chair over.
Narrowing his eyes and barring his teeth, he growls, "Who the hell are you?"
The being - monster - because it couldn't be anything else stood imposingly tall, long lanky limbs, sharp nails and a face close to a monkey's with sharp teeth, gazes interestingly at Tom.
"I'm the Shinigami Salazar Slytherin who dropped the notebook you're currently possessing."
"Shinigami? What's that?" Tom demands.
The monster may have surprised him, but Tom will turn the situation to his favor. He always manages too.
The monster huffs as if the question wasn't worth answering and that Tom was an ignorant mortal for not knowing.
"A Death God." Salazar says.
Tom relaxes minutely, but never let's his guard down. "Are you here to take back your book?"
"In time," The Shinigami answers. "I was just curious to see what kind of human picked up the Death Note."
Tom is a bit suspicious and fearful. If there is one thing Tom fears above all else...it's Death. The thought of his existence ending, sends a chill down his spine. He doesn't care if the monster is a Death God, Tom will fight with everything he has to keep the Death Note and leave his mark. Dying a a nobody is not on his to-do list.
He was destined for greatness!
And the Death Note was his key to success.
"Are you going to kill me? take my soul?" Tom eyes the other, his mind scheming, discarding, and reorganizing plans should he have to fight the Shinigami.
"Once a Death Note lands in the Human World, it becomes a part of it. You may pass the Death Note onto another, but your memories of the book will be wiped away. Essentially, That Death Note belongs to you."
Tom turns to the notebook laying innocently on his desk. It was his. It was his. He gazes at Salazar contemplatively. "What do you get out of it? It seems like that this is all in my favor with no punishment at all for me for using it."
"Just think of it as you becoming my entertaining to fight off my boredom. But be warned, you will feel the fear and pain known only to humans who have used the Death Note." The Shinigami smiles sharply. "Do we have a deal?"
Tom contemplates the pros and cons of the deal. "Is there any consequence for using the Death Note? Like every time I write down a name, part of my soul splits off?"
The Shinigami chuckles. "No, nothing that drastic. However, when it is your time to die, I will be the one to write your name in the my own Death Note. When that happens, your soul will neither go to Heaven nor Hell. So, again, do we have a deal?"
The silence is heavy in the room for only a moment.
Tom smiles sharply, a determined and maniac glint in his eyes.
"I'll change the world. No, Lord Voldemort will change the world!" Tom laughs darkly.
Lord Voldemort's reign began now!
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