Reflections of the Broken God
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Author's Note: A One-Shot of what is going on in Light's mind when he sees L's apparition appear before him. Uses MANGA ending. I'm adding this to my fan fiction because I'm done writing this story unless I get some more recognition for it. Part of me is to blame for not paying much attention to it, but do not fret, I will start writing again soon, though not for this story, and I have an awesome FMA fan fiction in the works. Actually, I have two, and I hope to get the first chapter of the first one up as soon as possible, which is probably after I'm done with the baseball season (I have two games left, and maybe the playoffs, depends on how they're doing it this year and if we win the next two games).
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Everything has went wrong! I had failed. I have lost. But, how? Am I God himself! Am I? Am I not God? No, that is unthinkable… I am God!
But, how had I not had the audacity to have a back-up plan? How had I allowed myself to rely on a follower and not on myself?
"Ryuk! Please, write their names down!" I yelled in desperation. Near muttered something to the investigators. I heard somewhat of a yes from Ryuk, and then grinned.
"You will all die soon!" I yelled. Maybe I hadn't lost.
"No Light, it is you who will die," announced Ryuk. Then I let myself go. I begged, pointlessly. I am God, but I am the Broken and Pathetic God. The God of Idiocy, Death, and Cowardice. I was a whiny brat.
Now I wait to be judged at Mu, ready to face Death. I have learned one major thing along the way.
Murderers never win, good or bad. Why?
Because reality, like a certain crappy anime company, likes to censor our pointless existence. So, thus, I have one thing to say to reality, which was passed from Teru before he said I was not God...
"Delete."