Chapter Nineteen:
"Gods Can Do Anything"

The Fake Light stood in the nerve centre of the Kira Task Force, Light's apartment. It was ironic that the collective place where everyone gathered to discuss ways in order to catch Kira was the very same location where both the First and Second Kira resided together as a couple.

Raito, Epiphany, a god from the Astral Place, playing human, also lived here. He had manipulated Light into allowing him to stay, then formed a blood contract with him, offered him a god's protection. Unfortunately, as it stood, he wasn't doing a very good job. The Evangelist now had Light and he had no way to get to him. His avenue somehow blocked.

Epiphany was the holder of a cosmic book called the Book of the Third Eye, which was a book of incredible power, holding the ability to create and destroy, much like a Death Note, a book of death. The holder of a Death Note literally had the power of life and death in their hands. All Shinigami possessed one. And now Light Yagami after forming a contact with Ryuk was using one to enact an agenda to cleanse the world of what he saw as evil.

Epiphany had watched him from afar and once he saw an opportunity jumped at the chance to get in on the fun.

But the fun stopped the moment the Evangelist kidnapped Light, and attacked Epiphany, using a form of telepathy that shockingly hurt him. The Evangelist wanted Epiphany to come to him, but for some reason, he was being blocked now. The ear clip gave him the ability to sense where Light was, but his location was a secret.

If the Evangelist wants to see me, why block any way to get to him? Maybe, there was a change of plans?

With an open shirt and partially buttoned pants, showing a fare amount of skin of his pelvis region, bare foot, the Fake Light finished wiping is face with a napkin. He then smiled glibly.

"Greetings, Astral God, or shall I call you Raito? Or, maybe I should refer to you by your rightful, cosmic name—Epiphany? Quite an explosive name, literally bursting with insight." The other chuckled.

Epiphany gave him a narrowed stare. The Fake Light laughed.

"I don't care, call me whatever you want." Epiphany shut the front door without taking his eyes off the imposter, but still gripped his gun. "But while I'm in this form, I want you to call me Raito."

"Fine, Raito is it. And you can put that silly thing away, you know no conventional weapon can harm a god of death."

Raito holstered his weapon. He sensed this fraud was a Shinigami from the onset, even before he walked into the apartment, but wasn't totally sure until he saw it eating an apple, a god of death's favourite snack. In the Shinigami Realm, apples were scarce.

"You are obviously not Light Yagami and yet you look exactly like him. What shall I call you?" Raito eyed him. He had a moment of déjà vu, as humans called it. "Have we met before? Your supernatural aura feels familiar."

"Indeed, you should, oh, Astral God," the other said. "I was the Shinigami that left Hansel Dragoon's apartment just before you and Light Yagami arrived to stumble upon all the bloody carnage."

"I knew it! You took the dead assailant's—Lukas Vejdemoa's—Death Note!"

"That's correct," the other said. "I was attached to that human Dragoon murdered with his Death Note in a fit of rage for the murder of his girlfriend, Gretel Grimm. It all went according to plan. But I suppose, seeing your beloved shot dead in front of you—who wouldn't want to murder the person who did it, eh? Dragoon committed the ultimate Shinigami taboo that cost him his life. When he turned to dust, I took his Death Note and gave it to the Evangelist. When I left, the scene showed all the signs of a double-homicide. And with Dragoon gone, his body no where to be seen, he would most likely get the blame. A lover's tryst, his girlfriend caught in the arms of another man. Dragoon killing them both out of betrayal and anger. Or, at least that's one angle."

"What do you mean 'one angle'? What other angle is there?"

"You know the truth, but others don't. Light Yagami has disappeared, too, taken by the Evangelist—with an ability only he possesses. That makes Yagami a suspect investigators want to question. He was the first at the scene, so to speak, with yourself. You were questioned by investigators. I saw everything and overheard you and Yagami being questioned. I masqueraded as one of the police officers who attended the scene. I wanted to survey my handy work. But I was surprised not to see Dragoon's ashes on the floor in his condo apartment. What did you do, clean them up before you called the NPA, so there wouldn't be questions?"

Raito said nothing about it. He then thought about the alternative scenario and Light's disappearance would appear suspicious to the investigator at the scene. But the Fake Light reported in and said he had gone home, so it shouldn't be an issue now. However, with the way events had been manipulated, things could easily go awry.

"But why are you here? Are you working with the Evangelist?"

"Excellent deduction," the Fake Light said condescendingly. "Well, you are dressed for you. Playing dress-up, as you are. Pretending to be one of these weak and frail humans. We gods are on a much higher plane than they are and we should conduct ourselves accordingly. The humans are playthings for our amusement. Thats why I'm here. We Shinigami get bored easily laying around. Occasionally, we venture down to the Human World to have a little fun. And I'm having loads! Anyway, I'm here to do a job for the Evangelist, free-lance, so to speak, because I'm having fun in doing it."

"Like a serial murder and psychopath," Raito said.

The other smirked. "Judge not, lest ye be judged," he said. "You can call me Revolver. I have the special gift of being able to revolve from identity to identity. Every Shinigami has a special ability along with the common ability to become human. It's how we are able to blend in with the humans to manipulate who we want to then take life spans from."

The Shinigami had every dimension of Light's appearance exact: his height, thin frame, his straight, brown, almost messy hair, so Raito had to look up to Revolver because of his shorter stature. "I know. The Shinigami King has many different categories of Shinigami amongst the ranks, some with special abilities like yours. He has experimented with some to an almost perverse result. So, tell me…why are you here in Light's apartment? What purpose do you have in impersonating Light? You may have tricked his father, but I was not fooled. And how did you get Light Yagami's phone when it disappeared with him?"

"First, like I said, I'm here doing some free-lance for the Evangelist and I was given Yagami's phone." Revolver smiled broadly. "And second, someone had to greet the Lady of the House when she was dropped off home by her chaperone after spending most of the day at a movie shoot. And I welcomed her in grand fashion like a good suitor does. See for yourself."

Revolver gestured to Light's bedroom.

Raito looked at him strangely, but then cautiously looked inside the partially open bedroom door. He gasped shocked when he saw Misa Amane completely naked and laying on the bed fully exposed, looking exhausted. Her chest was rising up and down as if she had just finished going through a strenuous workout. And he hoped he was wrong with his initial thought.
Raito entered fully and Revolver followed.

Raito blushed. Far afar, he had always found Misa enticing and beautiful. Light had been his main interest in looking at Kira's ongoings, but Misa was a bonus, and on those rare times, when Light and Misa commenced coitus, he had watched with extreme cupidity, and wondered what it would be like to have his sensual way with her. In truth, he lived through Yagami.

Gulping nervously, he understood Revolver's loose attire—the open shirt and unbuttoned pants. "You didn't?"

Revolver put up two fingers in a V. "Twice!" he said, grinning large. "I look like the love of her life. Why wouldn't I? And she accepted me without resistance. To top it off, Misa Amane has a wonderful assortment of toys to enhance pleasure. And she let me use every one on her, and often, more than one at a time. She loved every moment of it as she screamed out in joy!"

It was then Raito noticed a six-inch device on the bed next to Misa and a faint buzzing and a string of glass beads. He also noticed a small round glass jar on the night-stand next to her with a green liquid with a low-burning wick. Was it incense? He sniffed the area and for a moment he felt a little dizzy.

Raito shook his head. "She is Light Yagami's partner. You tricked her and violated her!"

Revolver laughed. "Then you don't know her very well. She has a dark side, and a sexual fetish that even surprised me. But I didn't mind. She thought I was Light Yagami, so naturally I was all hers."

Ratio pointed at the jar. "Did you drug her? There are some drugs humans use to heighten one's sexual desires."

Revolver smiled again.

Misa moaned. She looked drugged. Her body glistened with sweat and her face was blushing with desire. She suddenly opened her eyes and they glowered as she looked directly at him. She extended her arms to him as if inviting him into her bed.

Was she so filled with sexual ecstasy, she didn't know who she was to inviting him to her bed?

He sniffed the air again and his mind became a foggy. He looked at the small round glass jar again with its green liquid on the nightstand. He didn't know what it was, but it was having a strange effect on him. Were they pheromones? Some types of female pheromones attracted males like animals in heat. Had Revolver brought it with him to use on Misa? But for what purpose?

He shook his head to clear it. He was a god. He shouldn't be influenced by human pheromones.

"Oh Light, where art thou? Make love to me," Misa said lustfully. "Give me your god rod of power!"

Her eyes took on a romantic glow, chemically induced by an overwhelming flood of endorphins. Her breasts were plump and firm, her nipples red and moist. She was one of the most beautiful human females he had ever seen and more than once he wished to experience what it was like to show her how he felt about her. A secret crush. He was a god. He could make his way with any female in the Human World. Since the dawn of antiquity, the gods had done so. But he relented to do so
And things had changed dramatically since then, new laws enacted.

"She wants you, Astral God," Revolver said, softly speaking into Raito's ear. "Don't worry. She is so bedazzled, she won't remember anything. And besides, two is better than one."

"Huh?"

Raito looked back and watched Revolver close the bedroom door. Revolver then took off his shirt and began to undress completely until he was baring it all—he even had all of Light's muscle tone down perfectly, and Light's full-frontal well endowment. Raito found himself between them and froze.

"What are you going to do?" Raito wondered, although it was more rhetorical.

"I intend to have a little fun and you are going to join us," Revolver said. "And if you refuse, I will kill Misa Amane using the Death Note. How will that look? I bet Light Yagami would not like? He'll be blamed, as some of the task force already believe he is Kira. I know that Light only keeps Misa around for things like this, but doesn't have the balls to kill her. It would cause do much trouble for him. He doesn't have much of a choice but to keep her around. She's a bit of a ditz, but she is very apt in other areas. Let me show you. Trust me, you'll have so much fun. You know you want to and what better opportunity is there?"

"Monster!" And yet, Revolver spoke the truth. He wanted Misa so badly and something about the burning incense in the jar was driving his human desire to a fever pitch. It was almost unbearable!

Raito looked at Misa. Her eyes glittered in the light of the room, almost crying. She almost looked like she was in pain. She wanted him and he wanted her.

"I can't," he said quietly with doubt in his voice.

His heart pounded and his mind began to race with pleasure endorphins with the very thought of touching her. A flood of carnal desire swelled up inside of him as he saw Misa, her sensual and succulent body, beckoning to him in her delusional, almost brainwashed state. She pressed him with her words to come to her and it took every ounce of willpower not to give in.

He cursed himself for emulating human biometric and chemical enzymes that he duplicated so exactly to experience what it meant to be fully human. And yet, humans had an inherent weakness for passion and sex that encapsulated is entire body and mind when enticed, even drugged, has he looked upon Misa's naked voluptuousness form.

The morality at the situation conflicted him internally, but the temptation for gods to interact with humans for pleasure was as old as the dawn of civilization.

He couldn't turn away. He had had emotions and something about the excess pheromones in the room was driving him insane. He wanted to unleash his desire. He wanted to hold Misa in his arms. He wanted to show her how much he loved her.

Revolver gently blew in this left ear. The sensation gave Raito shivers down his spine.

"Yes, you can," he said. "Gods can do anything they desire." Revolver said it like a devil tempting with his sweet words to override basic common sense and moral righteousness. "There is no shame in experiencing the pleasure of a human in the most carnal of ways. And I will help you."

Revolver was taller and reached over Raito shoulders and began to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt.

Raito didn't know how to feel being undressed by another guy, but he nevertheless let it happen. The pheromones had a profound effect on him. It fogged his mind to the most basic of logical thinking.

He wanted this, he wanted to touch Misa and caress her soft flesh. But Revolver was here, too. His hands were soft as he rubbed them inside his shirt, rubbing his nipples. He knew what Revolver was doing and he didn't care its implication. He couldn't stop, he didn't want Revolver to stop. And from the way Misa was looking at them, licking her lips, she liked seeing them together.

He gasped in sheer ecstasy as Revolver nibbled his earlobe.

Revolver looked just like Light Yagami, but would Light act like this? Even after experiencing what she did when he was a prisoner and tortured in the Yukaza sex den. He was subjected to a great deal of disturbing things that tested his boundaries. But to a point, even though he would not opening say it, Light enjoyed it. And now Raito was experiencing the same thing and he liked it. But he nervous and couldn't relax. He stood statuesque.

"Don't be frightened, relax," Revolver said, fully taking off Raito's shirt and tie and casually toss them to the floor. "You have some good muscle tone, Astral God. It will be a pleasure to enjoy it."

Revolver turned Raito around, and an uncontrollable desire overtook him, as he felt the lips of his enemy press against his. The moistness of his tongue rolling in his mouth. When the kiss broke, a string of spittle bridged their mouths. Raito exhaled hot breath.

"Think of this as an experimentation in human sexuality with all it's pleasurable facets," Revolver said. "Don't let social stigma stop you from feeling what is enjoyable. Enjoy it, embrace it."

Raito felt something poke him, and casually look down to see his enemy's excitement.

"I have experienced the best of both worlds mimicking others."

Two fingers cupped under Raito's chin and gently caressed it. He felt completely at Revolver's mercy. For a god, it was unacceptable. But he couldn't help it. The incense had encapsulated him very being and he couldn't help be drawn to Revolver.

"You wanted to be a human because you were bored," Revolver said. "Merely observing is pedestrian. So let me show you the pleasures of the flesh and the wonders of what it truly means to amongst humans. Trust me, you won't regret it."

"But I…"

He gave in, and allowed Revolver to take over. Almost like he had become possessed by the Shinigami.

Raito was maneuvered over to the bed and to Misa.

She reached out and undid his gun belt and it dropped to the floor hitting with a thud. Then she began to unbutton his trousers and slide them down. Misa then grabbed hold of his boxers.

Raito did not resist what came next.

To be continued...