Bryn unfolded her large metal wings and grabbed Light by the arm. Her touch was icy almost to the point it was painful. Her grip was powerful, and Light thought that if he was still human and able to bruise he would have hand a large hand print around his bicep. Bryn flapped her wings with a melodic chiming and soon the ground under Light's feet disappeared and he was several hundred feet above the ground. Bryn stopped and they were hovering in front of Light's familiar bedroom window. Gracefully Bryn landed them both on the terrace looking into the bedroom where Misa sat on the bed reading what appeared to be a script.

"Light before we go in I need to know what you are planning. As of right now she cannot see us or hear us, but I need to know the plan before I expose us." Bryn stared straight ahead at Misa, hatred burning in her black eyes

"I want her to die slowly, painfully, but I don't know exactly how yet." Light answered pondering the infinite possibilities of Misa's demise

"Do you want to know my suggestion?" Bryn looked down at Light through the corner of her eyes.

Light didn't answer but nodded once to acknowledge that he was listening.

Bryn saw the acknowledgment and continued to stare at Misa as she spoke, "You can remove a soul from a body leaving the person alive but with no purpose; no sense of being, no knowledge of right and wrong, no feelings, no sympathy, essentially they are cold and heartless. They will continue living on this Earth as an empty shell. When the soul is removed you can do what you want with it and the vessel. You can keep the soul and deliver it to whatever after life you'd like; Heaven, Hell, Valhalla, Dante's Inferno, the river Styx, I really don't care. You can give the body to a gang and she lives her life as a sex slave or some sick person's human lab rat, again I don't care. That is just a suggestion, do what you want. Well more like I'll do what you want me to do to her."

By the time Bryn had finished her explanation Light's eyes were shining with the immense possibilities that were available to him, but one thing Bryn said distracted him, "What do you mean that you'll do it?"

Bryn reached behind her and drew her sword and held the blade in her hands, "This is what you need to extract a soul from a person, dead or alive. The stereotypical weapon of the Reapers is the scythe, but you get to pick your 'scythe' when you become a Reaper. As you see mine is a two handed great sword. The weapon separates the astral body from the physical body. If I were to hand this to you it would disappear into dust at your touch and only reanimate if I touch it. If you want to relieve Misa of her soul I have to be the one to do so. You can do with her body however you see fit, and you can have her soul once it's separated from her body, but you can't be the one to separate it."

Light hadn't really looked at Bryn's sword when he met her back in the village, but looking at it now he noticed the size and how it was well taken care of. The pommel was the head of a black dragon with its mouth open and so much detail that it had blood red teeth and a tongue. The grip was wrapped with black and red leather that looked like it had been oiled daily. The cross guard was made of the same black metal as the dragon, and it gleamed in the sunlight. The blade was shined and sharped with great precision and the ridge was incrusted with what looked like rubies. Although the way Bryn was holding the sword he couldn't tell how tall it was but comparing her height and the length of the sword, Light imagined that the sword would be equal height or taller than him.

Bryn put the sword back in its scabbard behind her, "So Light what is your plan?"

"What happens to the soul if it isn't delivered anywhere?" Light asked focusing back to Misa who sat unaware of them planning her death

"It goes to the vail to live in constant pain. The astral body stays here forever looking for the soul, haunting anyone who disturbs her search. She'll forever haunt this apartment until she somehow manages to find her soul." Bryn answered

"Do you know how she is supposed to die? Looking at her now can you see her life span?" Light asked

"Seriously with the questions?" Bryn sighed and then continued, "Yes I can see how much time she has left, and how she is destined to die. She is supposed to live till the age of 84 years, 5 months, 6 days, 3 hours, 11 minutes, and 3 seconds, and die of a pulmonary embolism. Being a Reaper you have the ability ignore the life clock and kill her immediately by the death they are destined to die of. Now being me, I can completely ignore the life clock and the destiny and kill her however I want. I am temporarily lending you that ability so you get to be the one to kill her."

Light opened his mouth to ask another question but was quickly stopped by Bryn, "Stop asking questions, I'll explain if you agree to train and become and Reaper. Just decide how you want her to die and let's get this over with. I have one more thing to show you once we are done here so hurry it up." Bryn was glaring down at Light annoyed

Light grumbled under his breath at the short temper of Bryn. "I don't want to keep her alive, but that is all I'm going to tell you. Let's go."

Bryn rolled her eyes, but it was unnoticed to Light because there was nothing that actually rolled. Bryn stepped forward and went through the glass door that separated them from Misa. Light followed and walked through the glass just as he had with the golden mirror. Being able to walk through walls was something Light would need to get used to, but it was going to be a huge advantage to his afterlife.

"I'm going to allow Misa to see both of us. She is going to try and err, touch you but the moment she makes contact she will die however you have planned if you are focused on that thought, but if you don't want to kill her immediately you have to clear your mind until you are ready."

Light took in a deep breath that really didn't do anything; it was just a force of habit, and nodded to Bryn.

"Alright." Bryn unfolded her wings but didn't completely spread them out. She reached to one of her wings and plucked out a small metal feather the danced in the breeze like a normal feather, but the metal delicately clinked together rhythmically.

Bryn approached the bed where Misa was seated and placed the feather in front of Misa to where she would notice it. Bryn stepped back so she was almost in between Light and Misa. Misa quickly noticed the feather shining in the light and reached down to pick it up.