I can feel my mind and soul slowly coming undone as I fall deeper into the void of insanity.

In other words, it's finals week. And instead of studying, I wrote this chapter for you.

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Teru Mikami's P.O.V.

Misa Amane is an idiot. She won't shut up, yammering on about the most superficial and pointless things. It's not my place to question God, but I can't imagine why he would have chosen this woman to serve with us when there were so many others who would happily do all that he asks. Especially now that I was free; I can at last track down that evil woman and delete her once and for all. Once I have, God will forgive me for getting caught, and I can be his hand once again.

Escaping prison was easier than I expected. This was due mostly to the unexpected help which I'd received. I never saaw my rescuer's face, but when I asked him why he was freeing me he said, "Because it'll be fun." He smelled like blood. Everything about his presence put me on edge.

When I was out of the prison gates, he disappeared. I never saw where he went.

I contacted Miss Amane. I had been working with her – or more like babysitting to prevent her from doing anything stupid – since we both ended up in this world. She arrived in a vehicle to pick me up and took me to the dingy apartment she'd been living in. Her constant complaining about the place was enough to make my eyes twitch; it wasn't my fault she couldn't get a job here. If she went into modeling again, she'd be too high-profile. Unfortunately for her, she was too stupid to do anything else.

"Ewwwwww!" She exclaimed melodramatically, "There are so many of these squishy white things. What even are they?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed, "I'm not even surprised anymore at how intensely idiotic you are. Everyone knows those are egg sacks."

"Egg sacks?" She jumped back nursing the finger that had been poking one as if she had been burned, "For what?"

"Probably a spider," I said, stepping past her to the corner of the room where a pile of clean clothes were set on the bed.

I may as well have told her that her face was melting off, because she looked horrified. "WHAAAAT!?"

Honestly, did she not know how to calm down? "Shut up and write," I ordered, "Forget about the spiders, there are probably already plenty here already, and you haven't died yet, have you?"

She squeaked, "Gross, stop it, you're giving me the creepy-crawlies!"

I rolled my eyes, "Just do it, unless you want God to be angry with you."

That got her to work. She nodded, "I don't want Light to get upset," she switched on the computer and began to write. I turned around to change, unzipping the uncomfortable prison uniform. Misa had provided a Moth-eaten suit. Normally, I preferred clean-pressed clothes, but it was better than nothing. I'd get something better soon.

Something brushed against my ankle. I looked down, but it was gone before I saw anything. I shrugged. Probably just one of the spiders. The whole building was likely infested. This place was truly disgusting.

I finished putting on my clothes and folded my old prison uniform to hide until I could properly dispose of it. When I knelt down to stuff it under Misa's bed, I looked over to see something coming through the floor. It was blindingly bright, and filled the room with a menacing red light. "God," I asked, shielding my eyes, "is that you?"

Dark, feminine laughter came from the bright figure as it rose to hover above the ground in the center of the room, "No, Teru Mikami, I am not the one you call God. I am much more than that."

I gasped, startled that this person knew my name. But there was something familiar about her voice…

Misa also covered her eyes, "Who are you?" She demanded, "Another shinigami?"

"Wrong again, Misa Amane. I'm far worse," The light subsided enough for me to look into our intruder's face. My eyes widened; I knew her face.

"Lucifer…" My voice barely obeyed my commanded as I felt my throat begin to close.

"That's right," She grinned, "I'm all better now." She lifted her arm, running her fingers across the skin. Her scars were gone. Any human being would have had those marks for life.

Misa looked up, confused, "Huh?"

I glared at her. How is it possible for someone to be so dense?

"Hush, little girl," Lucifer said, "The grown-ups are talking." She waved her hand, dismissing Misa.

That annoyed her to no end, "Hey!" She yelled, standing up from her chair, "I'm not some kid! Just who do you think you are?"

This temper tantrum seemed to amuse the demon. "Oh, me?" She asked, "No one of consequence. For now, at least," she warned, "But cross me and you will regret it." She set her feet on the ground and dimmed her redness to no more than a faint aura, "Besides, I'm merely here to relay a message."

"And what would that be," I glowered, standing up from the floor. I couldn't let her see any sign of fear coming from me. I must remain in control.

"Now, now, no need to be so hostile," the red got deeper and her voice turned menacing, "Else I get angry."

Misa whimpered slightly. I didn't blame her this time; Lucifer was a frightening figure.

She gave a cold smile, "Tell Light Yagami that I am coming for him."

My resolve broke slightly, but I quickly recovered, hardening my features. If I was to prove myself once again to God that I was worthy of him, my faith must not falter. After all, my mission is to kill this woman. Preferably sooner rather than later. I slowly started circling the room toward the bedside table. Misa kept a knife in there for self-defense. If I could get to it, then I can try to land a fatal hit.

In an effort to distract my enemy, I decided to stall her, "What do you intend to do to God?"

"That's nothing you need to be concerned with," She said in an annoyingly condescending tone, "Just give him the message, like a good boy."

"And if I don't?" Just a few more steps… Then she would finally be deleted once and for all.

"If you don't, then I'll have no more reason not to drag you down to my beautiful kingdom. There's a delightful little art museum, where the most painful torture techniques are demonstrated." She sounded way too happy about that, "I think you'd make a lovely new specimen to add to my collection." She played with her bottom lip as if she were thinking, "Since you're so fond of fire pokers, I'll make sure to implement them in the exhibit you take part in. Maybe you can have a special display all to yourself. I only give that honor to the special ones, you know."

I had no intention of being taken to hell. Unfortunately, until she was dead, God would give no help to me, so if she did decide to take my soul I would have no means of stopping her.

"I suppose," I said, opening the drawer behind my back, "That I have no choice but to give him your message."

"You've made a wise decision," Lucifer walked forward to grab my chin in her fingers. "Pity," She said, looking me over, "You'd have made an exquisite exhibit."

I grabbed the knife handle and thrust it directly into her heart, expecting to hear her familiar scream of pain. However, she didn't react much at all. In fact, she started laughing, letting go of my face, "Wrong move, human." With that, she melted into the floor, leaving behind the echoes of her cruel laughter. I examined the blade; There wasn't even a single drop of blood on it…

Misa screamed in terror. I looked up to see what she could be going on about, and dropped the knife in shock. Every single one of the egg sacks were hatching at once. Thousands of tiny wolf spiders were scuttling across every surface. Misa stomped, but looked more like she was trying to dance on hot coals as she futilely attempted to avoid them.

Some rained down from the ceiling, some crawled up my legs, and some were starting to grow. Like, really grow. These were newborns, but several were already full size, which was horrifying because wolf spiders are among the largest arachnids in the world. I tried to brush off the hundreds of creatures crawling all over me, but they were everywhere.

"We're gonna die!" Misa squealed, "they're gonna bite me!"

"Wolf spiders aren't poisonous," I explained, "But that being said, get out!" I bolted for the door, not bothering to check if Misa was following me. I couldn't care less about her. One of the smaller ones tried to crawl in my ear.

This must be Lucifer's doing. She'll die for this!

The other tenants in the apartment were starting to notice, although their rooms had obviously not been as badly affected. Still, they ran out in a panic.

When I got outside, I tripped over something. Without bothering to get up, I stripped off the clothes that I had just put on while I was still out on the street. Misa followed suit, screaming as she shook the huge spiders out of her clothes.

When I was fairly certain that I'd gotten all of them off, I looked down to see what I'd tripped on: It was an empty jam jar. What idiot would put that in front of a doorway?

I stood up, looking down at the spiders as they scuttled away. One had gotten hurt, probably when I fell. I lifted my foot, crushing the disgusting creature under my shoe.

This means war.