A Beyond Birthday Story (Requested by AnimangaRocks)

Chapter Three(BUT NOT BECAUSE I'M A RETARD!!!!)

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Author's Note : ..... Fuck. So, this is not the real chapter three, but I won't take it down. Cuz... Uh.... Poop. And stuff.... Yeah.... Ima just..... go..... The rewrite of this chapter is better.... Read it...... Do it.

DO IT.

DO IT NOW!!!!!

............... u _ u Just read it. I go now. ' w ' You can read this butt if you want, but it's butt, so, butt. BUTT! BUTT!

Or.... Bugg XXDD . . .

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Date unknown.

Shinigami Realm.

I wondered around the Shinigami Realm for an unknown amount of time. There isn't day or night here, so it's impossible to tell time. I could be at a place for hours or days and I really wouln't notice the difference. Once in a while I'd find what they call a sphere. These spheres can allow a shinigami to observe the human world below. I'm curious to know exactly how they work, but the spheres seem to function in a way that is beyond my comprehension.

I've also found a few shinigami in my time wondering around this world, they seemingly don't use their Death Notes at all, and instead observe the human world or gamble. I've tried asking about how to use the notebook, but most of the responses are the same.

"Try it out for yourself."

So, I finally decided to do so.

I found myself a sphere, pulled out my notebook, got on my writing utensil out, and looked down into the human world bellow me. I tried to look for someone to kill, then-

I stopped.

I'm about to kill someone.

I had killed people in my life as a human, they were going to die anyways, so me killing them for my own personal gain didn't seem wrong, but his time I was planning to murder someone before their numbers ran out. I was going to play god with an innocent human's life. Now, if I still clung onto my useless human morals, this would be wrong. Very wrong.

But I'm not human anymore.

I am a death god.

I exist for the soul purpose of murdering humans with a black notebook.

Yes.

That is all I exist for now, for me to stop and ask why isn't worth it, I'll most likely never find the answer.

So then why do I hesitate?

Why is it now that the thought of murdering someone seems so wrong?

I've attempted to kill humans before their numbers ran out without a second thought, it was merely  an experiment to me. Maybe the reason I had no hesitation then was because deep down I knew the numbers never lied and would never change.....

Then I got an idea.