There was an Angel who was watching a girl. They stared at her, then realised they'd forgotten her name. She'd already become a stranger.


The Angel nicknamed as Guardian closed their many eyes. Human emotions were so bizarre, so unkempt. No matter how long it was, Guardian could never seem to get a grip on them. Regardless, they were entertaining to watch. Like television series, but for higher beings.

Sayu Yagami was no different. She was so young, so full of libel. So full of entertainment. Just like humans were.

Yet now, she refused to speak to Guardian. She covered her ears and closed her ears, burying her face deep in her pillow.

The Angel could understand her rage. It was a destiny she hadn't wished for.

But it was a game she couldn't escape. She was stuck in its web. She had been as soon as her brother had picked up that Death Note. If she'd known it was him who had dragged her into this, would she hate him? Would she blame him? Could she forgive him? She cared for him and he cared for her. Would they sacrifice the world for each other?

Not even Guardian had all the answers. They knew much, but they couldn't always predict humanity. Perhaps, that was part of the fun.

A more important question was, why would that Shinigami drop a Death Note in the human realm?

That was a simple question with a simple answer: for entertainment. Humanity was the court of the gladiators, providing drama for the higher entities.

Morality be damned. It was all for fun. There were no heroes, no villains, only pawns on a chessboard.

Guardian thought back to the beginning of time, the beginning of history, mankind's arrival. The dusty, murky strains of existence. Yes, history's first moments were the ones that came to their mind in the middle of the cool evening, when Sayu would refuse to wake up.

Ever since those days, human beings had unknowingly been the tools of the divine. They'd been molded out of clay, like dolls.

For so long, the world was dust and ash, completely dead. Humans would simply sit there in their own existence, screaming, kicking, crying and eventually giving into death.

"Oh, holy angels," the Shinigami thundered. "How dreary we are. We need a game."

"We need players," the angels hummed.

And thus, Earth was created, a game board for their chess pieces. Life, death, love and loss, feelings that brought out both the best and the worst of the sniveling monkeys. It was all thanks to Shinigami and their haunted Death Notes.

The Shinigami, with their spindly, unsettling aura, as well as their looming threats of early demise, were easily cast as the villains by humans. It was mindless to imagine such hideous creatures as having less-than-pure intentions.

But the angels were no different. From their high horse they watched, tearing apart the clay dolls, all wearing a fake glossy smile. Their glow was so warm, but their eyes were cold, cold and empty. They were, above all, liars. Feelings were things they bent to their will.

Yet humanity grew boring over a while. The Shinigami wasted away in their land of nothing. And the Angels watched, tired and sick of the repetition.

Then one day, a very strange thing happened. A Shinigami by the name of Ryuk decided he wanted to have some fun. And so, he dropped a dreaded Death Note down to Earth. Of all the cunning and foolish folks on the wretched planet, none other than Light Yagami picked it up, his mind corrupted by its power.

Humans were weak to power. They were drawn to it, like moths to light. No matter how good a man claimed to be, power would corrupt his mind.

Light was just like that. He was a genius, but not smart enough to see his own arrogance. Of course, after seeing his heinous actions, the angels couldn't help but be impressed. They wanted a player of their own. A foil to the cruel master that was Light Yagami. Dare say, his weakness.

And thus, they created the Life Note, which was dropped onto Earth. A notebook that would give a human the power to raise the dead. A power that would give the Shinigami a run for their money.

"This will be the most entertaining game yet," the angels mused.

"Humanity will see it as a battle of good vs evil, so lucky that a hero has come to save them all… so it seems. How deliciously suave."

"But who is the one who shall receive the Life Note?"

"No need to ask… the choice is exceedingly obvious."

"That girl will refuse it. She is weak."

"We will not give her a choice."

"And what will we do when the game ends?"

"Humanity continues to exist, and eventually… we'll play again."

"Winner or loser… it doesn't matter. The game will go on."