Rulers Of The Dead

Now that Light is forever banished to the shinigami realm he makes the best of his dark situation by observing the other death gods, and learning about the great knowledge they possess. Light is also fascinated to learn about their true origins, something Ryuk never talked about.

Light was still having a very difficult time with coming to the idea that he was not only dead; but banished to a realm humans had always assumed never existed and was only a fragment of folklore and the vivid imaginations of writers from long ago. He always thought about a higher power and that there was such a thing as an after life, but not this. The common belief was that it was a beautiful world full of lustrous landscapes and enlightened souls. This world had none of those desirable things. Each time Light took a step small clouds of dust leapt up from the ground, it felt like he was walking on the surface of the moon and like the moon it was dead and dormant as a cave that had never been blessed with any kind of life. What was also odd is that he was still wearing the same pair of dress shoes, pants, tie, and jacket, as he did when he was in the human world.

"Why am I not some kind of spiritual force of energy right now, or at least something really odd but impressive looking like Ryuk," Light spoke under his breath.

"Were almost there," Ryuk called down from where he flew, Light looked up and saw a huge dark and abandoned stone temple off in the distance, or at least it appeared that way. In some ways in reminded Light of those ancient peace pagodas he saw illustrations and photographs of when he was in High School.

"What is that?" Light asked looking up at the god of death as he flew by over head. He landed down in front of Light and turned to face him. Light was always kind of disturbed by Ryuk's facial expressions, he could never tell really what he was thinking.

"Well I can tell you it's not one of those pagoda things you humans love to waste time in; its one of the few structures that exists here in the Shinigami realm. It was built long ago not by my next of kin, but another race of spiritual beings something like me."

"Is it a place for worship, or perhaps sacrifical ceremonies?"

"hnn, maybe it was but its one of the hottest places for Shinigami gambling," Ryuk said with a laugh and then turned to face the tower. Light rolled his eyes.

Damn, so he can read my thoughts and what I'm feeling, and now he's taking me to the casinos of the gods of death can this possibly get any worse?

"Oh yeah Light, there really gonna ask you a lot of questions, some of them I chat with so they know a lot about you, you'll be Mr. Popularity!"

Its worse Light thought kicking a stone, as Light walked up to the stairs of the rocky tower the small rock he kicked began to glow like a fireball and then vanished into thin air. Light didn't pay any attention to it and continued up the damaged steps.

Inside it was even darker, he felt like he was in the basement of an old derelict factory. He followed the outline of Ryuk as he ascended up a long twisting set of stairs. Light really couldn't see in the dark like the way Ryuk could, this made following him troublesome. When he got to the top of the rocky tower there was a circular room with a black marble floor embellished with curling threads of white and grey stone. In the center of the room sat the strangest assortment of creatures he had ever seen, they were all Shinigami but they made Ryuk look approachable. He quickly felt his blood jump in his veins and his pulse hasten when he noticed they all turned to look at him and Ryuk.

"Allow me to introduce," said Ryuk walking over to the crowd of creatures. "This is Daril Ghiroza." She was a female looking Shinigami and she let out a silly laugh and waved at Light. Next to her sat a very strange looking god of death who wore an American Indian head dress. He stood up and bowed his head to Light. "And his name is Zellogi" Next to him stood another god of death who looked more like the typical god of death. He had a bone mask and held a scythe in one clawed hand. The other hand he held a cluster of small bones they had been using in place of poker chips. "This gloomy character here is Deridovely," Ryuk remarked with a little grunt of a laugh. The grim reaper looking Shinigami gazed over at Ryuk for a second and then turned his attention over to Light. "Welcome to the realm of the Shinigami" he spoke in a raspy voice. Light really admired his appearance. If he was going to mutate into some kind of monster, that would be the one for him. Next to him sat a Shinigami that appeared to be sleeping. Ryuk walked over and gave him a little kick and the disgruntled god of death scrambled up to his feet in a very awkward manner. "This sad excuse for a Shinigami is none other than Gukku," Ryuk said almost laughing. The small animal masked Shinigami waved to Light and then sat back down on the ground. At the far right of the crowd there was the only Shinigami he hadn't been introduced to yet. He was much different looking when compared to the others in the group. Light even found his appearance to be somewhat confounding. He wore a pair of goggles and had long red hair traveling down from his head. His body had somewhat of an exoskeleton appearance. He wore a long dark coat and wore a tie in place of a head band. The most interesting thing about his appearance was his bone guitar slung over his shoulder. There was something charismatic about him too, Light couldn't quite put his finger on what it was about this one. "And this fella here," Ryuk said pointing over to the unknown Shinigami. "Well, he goes by a lot of names, I like to call him Cipher," Ryuk said with a devious grin and the dark cloaked Shinigami gave Light a nod in a "how do you do" kind of gesture. Light felt something, something he hadn't felt in a long time. It was like a feeling of empowerment, kind of like the time when he first picked up the death note. It felt like a new beginning was taking place, a personal renaissance and revitalization of his passion to pursue what sparked his interests. Before him were the creatures, no beings that were going to help him build his new future and new world. With a simple grin he looked over all of them once more and chose the words that will set the purpose of being a new member of this realm. "It's great to at finally meet all of you other gods of death. I have always pondered the idea about there being a world like this; where the angels of demise spend their time. Anyways, you all know either a great deal or a little bit about me, but I really want to learn more about you, and how I can contribute and reshape this world." Light's words struck them like lighting rippling through the shinny surface of a docile lake. A silent gasp ripped through all of them and made them realize not only was a new chapter beginning in their existence but also for the Shinigami realm itself possibly. Ryuk even felt a burst of emotion he hadn't felt in quite some time. Ha ha ha ha, Light you never cease to amuse me Ryuk thought. Things are going to get interesting again. Sorry to those that it has taken me so long to get to this next installment, now the pace of the story is really going to quicken and I'm really going to take this story into uncharted territory. The first series of chapters was really just meant to pick things up from where the series (terribly) ended and now were going to explore a whole great deal of elements the manga or the anime never really got into. Anyways thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed this part of the story and hope you all look forward to the next chapter, Recon