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Chapter 1:

Immortality and the price to pay.

Light's perspective.

(day 1)

I didn't really know what to do. On one hand, I could become a shinigami. Get the eyes, the near immortality and the manipulation abilities that comes with it.

On the other hand, if I actually took the deal, I would have to distance myself from my friends, family, Ryuzaki, and the rest of the task force.

I could live with that.

-Ryuk?

-What?

-I'll take the deal.

(nothing but lies and crooked wings)

Ryuk laughed maniacally.

I swallowed. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, but there's no turning back now. When a deal is struck between a shinigami and a human, it can't be undone.

-Get your Death Notes Light.

I unscrewed the top of a ball point pen and pushed the ink reserve into the tiny hole at the bottom of the drawer. The false bottom popped up and I retrieved the three black notebooks.

I followed Ryuk into a forest where I had once buried my death note to keep it from Ryuzaki.

-Here.

Ryuk handed me a strange knife. The handle was made of bone and had a small rat's head on the end. The blade itself was made of a black metal I'd never seen before, and was sharp enough to cut air. As I moved it in my hand, where ever the tip of the blade was a sort of empty cold darkness was left, but not for long.

-What is this?

-It's a blade for killing other shinigami. Sharp enough to cut a soul.

I placed Misa and Rem's death notes down, side by side. Then brought the blade down on them.

They shattered, like glass.

(I have the answer)

Wisps of grey vapor floated up from the remains of the books.

-Light, Hand me the notes before all the life comes out of them.

I gathered them up as fast as I could and handed them to the death god.

He started to laugh.

-So much life

He took the remains and thrust them into my chest.

I started to scream.

I could feel the agony of all the people that had been killed with these death notes. Mostly heart attacks. I could feel my heart stop and restart a hundred times over. Then I felt the pain of a noose around my neck, and a blade in between my ribs. The crushing sensation of being hit by a bus, then a car, then a truck. My screaming stopped for a moment when I felt my lungs collapse and prevent me breathing.

Finally, after what felt like a millennia, the pain stopped.

I collapsed, gasping, to the ground.

(Spreading the cancer)

Ryuk was still laughing.

-I've seen this happen before, but never so violently. Look at yourself, you're got blood all over your legs and back, your shirt's torn up and your front's covered in vomit.

I was still trembling when I got up so I could head home.

-You going to be OK?

-Ryuk you're an idiot, of course I'm going to be "OK" I'm god.

-OK, OK, No need to get snippy.

I walked the rest of the way home in silence. Ryuk flew slightly above me, still chuckling.

When I got home, no one was home. Good. I went upstairs to my room, picked out some new clothes and took a shower. The hot water felt good.

I wasn't hungry so I didn't prepare supper.

I went up to my room and collapsed onto my futon. I hadn't realized how tiered I was.

-Good night Death god.

-Good night Light.

(you are the faith inside me)

I was in a strange dark room. Everything was covered in cobwebs and lichen. Fog floated everywhere.

-Who are you?

It was Ryuzaki. He was looking at me in shock and horror.

-I'm Light Yagami, don't you remember me Ryuga?

-You're not Light, you're a monster, a daemon.

-What are you talking about?

I looked down at my body.

I was wearing a strange black and white outfit that accented the fact that I was toothpick thin. I had two large feathered wings, one black, one white. My hands where normal, except for the fact that they ended in claw-like tips of bone.

I woke up screaming.