Henry couldn't believe his ears.

"K-Kira?" he said. "You're Kira? But I though Kira was a...person. That super-sleuth, the one who replaced L, everyone said he caught you."

"I was human. A human who found a Death Note dropped by another shinigami. For seven years, I killed criminals and evildoers as Kira. No human had ever used a Death Note as much as I did. Ever in the history of the world. And something about that changed me when I died. I had brought about so many human deaths, that I became a god of death.

"Now I have returned to the human world, and I've chosen you to use this Death Note to continue my righteous work."

"But why do you need me," Henry asked. "Can't you keep killing criminals on your own?"

"Of course I can," Kira smiled. "but there are still so many criminals in the world. Even as a god, I'll need the aid of loyal humans, willing to do what is necessary to rid the world of evil. It's easy, Henry, all you have to do is write down the names."

Henry looked at the Death Note in his hands.

"I...I couldn't..."

"Oh, why not?" Kira said. "Trust me, it gets easier after the first." The shinigami stood up, walked over to Henry's desk and brought back a pen. Henry took the pen, his hand shaking.

"But...who...who could I kill?" Henry's head was swimming. Was he really thinking about doing this?

"Surely you can think of someone who deserves to die," Kira's face took on a look on sympathy, a look made unnerving by his red eyes. "Someone I might have killed, had I been alive at the time."

Henry's eyes went wide. Of course! He could remember it like it was still happening. The driver who killed his wife in the courtroom, being sentaced to only a few years of school for bad kids, walking free in a few years time. Henry remembered his face...his name...

"Eric Kenner."

"Write it," Kira said, opening the notebook in Henry's lap.

Henry's hand trembled, the tip of the pen milimeters from the paper. Did he have the courage?

"Do it. He deserves it. Evil cannot be tolerated. Show him, show the world that people like him cannot be allowed to live. Show the world that Lord Kira has returned."

Henry placed the pen to the paper.


Eric Kenner sat down to dinner in the cafeteria. He had just reached for his fork when he felt a stabbing pain in his chest. Before anyone could even realize what was happening, the boy was sprawled on the floor, dead.


The Death Note lay on the floor a few feet from Henry who was shaking all over. Eric Kenner was written on the page. Kira put his arm around Henry's shoulders.

"You've done well, Henry," Kira said. "This is only the beginning. Soon the world will know of my return. And you shall be the envoy of the god of the new world."