Dinner with the Dark Lord
Lord Voldemort said, "Sit."
Light pulled out the nearest chair and sat down. Lord Voldemort walked over to the chair across and sat down as well. There was a moment of silence, both looking at each other through the dim light, both thinking of how the other would benefit them.
Lord Voldemort broke the silence and asked, "Are you a wizard?"
Light answered, "No, I am not a wizard."
The Dark Lord did not seem please with the answer, and said nothing.Light made a fake cough and asked, "Are you going to help me remove L?" Voldemort smirked, he replied, "I was going to help you, but unfortunately… my enemies got involved." Light thought, "This man is no fool; he knows that in order to make me do something, I must be kept alive." Light thought for a while, and asked the Dark Lord, "What do you want from me?" The ambitious Voldemort answered, "Your powers," Light did not seem surprised at the answer, as Voldemort continued, "With your powers, I will become…God. Or even more…" Voldemort was looking at something, something that seemed so far away, yet so close, something which was impossible that is almost touchable. Light completely understood how Voldemort was feeling now, because he felt the same way when he got the Death Note. Light thought, "He is second on my killing list. I'll kill him as soon as L is dead." The two sat in silence, as some of the Death Eaters were preparing the food for the two ambitious idealists.
At this time the Dark Lord was thinking about his world of pure blooded wizards. First he'll annihilate all the muggles, killing the pathetic presidents and prime ministers of the countries with the Kira techniques, and then the Death Eaters shall start a killing spree killing every muggle in sight. If the Ministry of Magic wants to stop the Death Eaters, each and every member would be killed by a heart attack. Lord Voldemort gazed into this seemingly near future, how wonderful it would be to purify the world, and complete the quest the great Salazar Slytherin has begun. He looked at his wand and the people around him, and he thought, "I am destined to cleanse the world, and I shall do it without having a single drop of blood spilt onto the ground." He didn't believe in the shedding of blood, since killing a person with blood dripping out was the muggle way of things… the barbaric way. He said to himself, "They would be grateful for what I did in the future."
A death eater placed a plate of "magically cooked" fish and chips in front of the two cold blooded killers. Voldemort picked up a fry with his elongated fingers and ate it, after swollowing the fry he said, "Always better if they are magically cooked." Light was curious how magical food would be better and ate one, he didn't taste the difference but he said, "Yes, much better when it is magically cooked," mocking the Dark Lord's arrogance. As they continued with their fish and chips, magic obsessed Dark Lord continued to praise the food, saying that the fish was juicier when magically cooked, and the chips are a lot crunchier. Light just ate his dish without a word, not daring to laugh at Lord Voldemort's absurdity. The Death Eaters brought up two half-filled glasses; Light took it politely and waited for Voldemort to drink. The host said, "This was made with time magic, speeding up time in a burrow, making this splendid wine." Light thought, "Magically made again." As Light was about to drink it, he put it onto the table, and said, "Sorry I don't drink." Voldemort looked disappointed and said coldly, "What a shame." Light thought, "He must be up to something with the wine. Perhaps there is some magically made truth serum in it, to make me tell everything about the Death Note." One of the Death Eaters walked next to the Dark Lord and whispered something into his ear, and Voldemort replied something. The Dark Lord smiled and said, "It is getting late now, you better go to sleep. Goyle! Bring Mr. Yagami to his room." Light followed Goyle to the room. The cunning killer tried to look at Goyle's face, but it was masked, perhaps it was a precaution of the Dark Lord. When the cunning killer went into his room, the door was immediately shut, and when Light tried to open it, he found out that it was locked. Light sat on the bed and thought, "No, I will not die here, I still need to shape the New World."
Suddenly he heard a voice saying, "So you are finally beaten." He recognized that it was Ryuuk and said, "No, I am not beaten… it is an opportunity." The shinigami asked, "How so?" The crime hatingYagami replied confidently, "To destroy the criminals of the wizarding world." Ryuuk sighed and said, "There you go again." Light lied down on the bed and tried to go asleep.
That night when Light was sleeping he felt something touching him; he looked at his body and found himself entangled by corpses. They were trying to pull him somewhere. He looked at one of them and recognized that it was the first criminal he executed. Some of them were crawling up to his face murmering, "Murderer…KIRA" A hand stretched towards his head and attempted to rip it off his face, as the hand came closer and closer, he tried to move back and he bumped into the wall behind the bed. Everything disappeared, and he realised that it was just a dream. After wiping off the sweat he began planning his next steps: first he will use these criminals to remove L, next he will kill these Death Eaters, and finally he would be come the God of the crimeless world. He banged on the door and shouted, "VOLDEMORT!" Immediately a Death Eater opened the door and whispered into Light's ear, "Please don't say the name so loudly, I will help you ask him to come to your room." Light said, "Thank you." The Death Eater walked away. The door closes immediately, and at the same time Ryuuk asks, "What are you planning to do?" Light smirked and replied, "Let them see you…" After that Light started to do some preparations for his final gamble.
After a long while there were sounds of footsteps, it was Voldemort. The door opened up when the Dark Lord approached. Light said, "Good morning my Lord." Voldemort smiled and asked, "When did I ever get someone as useless as you?" Light laughed and replied, "Never." Voldemort asked curiously, "What did you ask me here for?" Light replied confidently, "What I'm here for." Voldemort was astonished by his answer, he never thought that the man in front of him would be so willing to spill his secrets. Light continued, "I will be honest with you. I want to get out of here, so I'll show you how I kill as quickly as possible." He reached his hand into his pocket and took out his wallet. He took a small piece of paper and said to Voldemort, "This looks like a powerful thing, but its actually just a piece of paper. You just have to write a name on it and the person will die." Voldemort asked, "That simple?" Light replied, "Yes its that simple." Voldemort reached his hand out and asked, "Could I touch the paper you will write on?" Light handed the paper over to Voldemort and Voldemort touched it. Light said, "I need a sacrifice." Voldemort said calmly, "Gregory Goyle." Gregory Goyle walked out slowly with a shaky feet. Voldemort looked at the paper in his hand for a while, he asked for a pen and he wrote the name 'Gregory Goyle' on the paper. After 40 seconds Goyle had a heart attack and died. Voldemort made an evil smile; he asked Light, "Do you have more paper?" Light replied, "No, I don't have anymore paper… sorry." Voldemort looked disappointed by this. Light asked, "How could I go back to Tokyo?" Voldemort looked at Light for a while and said, "The Ministry shall bring you back."