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Death Note: Light Yagami {"An Order is an Order" • Historical AU}

☆WRITTEN IN APRIL OF 2018☆

Aight so this might be somewhat offensive to people but if you don't like it, then please just don't read it. I know there's tons of stuff on here other people have put up that's not politically correct and/or slick against the rules so goddamnit imma do what I want, too.

Soooooooo that being said, this takes place sometime between 1941 and 1945 somewhere in Germany. Light's in charge of stuff....

Ugh...Nazi stuff. Blame Japan and their aesthetics for sexualising this shit. Also you may or may not be Jewish. They hated everyone. You just disagreed with them and did something about it. Idk all that matters is you in trouble. This might also be a tiny bit uh, forceful....so, yeah...let's just do this.

I was gonna make it a lemon but then my ass got all preachy instead and threw in a Schindler's List reference an this just went in entirely different/more morally upstanding direction as a whole after that.

{See attached Family Guy clip at the start of the chapter for a slight alleviation of the darkness within this little novella of sin.}

Lines indicate time skips.
There are author's notes at the beginning and end of each chapter, in the same formatting as the actual storyline part of the sections.
I thought it looked more informal that way and therefore it might be easier to get on board with the whole concept of what it's about if I didn't make everything as ORDERLY as the group of people in the spotlight herein.
(*☻-☻*)
Eh, I'm not sure. I overthink things.
Hopefully it's enjoyable!

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Befehl ist Befehl
An order is an order.
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"New prisoners! Get to the left!"

You stood there defiantly. These men wouldn't break you. You knew what this place was. You knew the end result of their plans, their aspirations, their endgame. They wanted to wipe everyone they deemed inferior off the face of the earth.

You'd fought against it, against the New World Order, against the man in charge here, one who believed himself to be God. The leader of your country was the only other person alive who's foolish pride surpassed that of Light. His ancestry was perplexing, his surname clearly not German.

Yagami. Commandant Yagami. How uniformly Aryan.

"You there!" A dog growled, bearing its fangs. You didn't flinch. You stared it down, fearless admits the chaos, the bleak promise of death. You championed the resistance. You'd allied with the French, gone to Paris for support. There was no way they'd let you live. A soldier pointed at you. You didn't listen to him when he told you to move.

He sized someone else from the crowd, a young, innocent boy with a yellow star on his shoulder. "So, you want to disobey? Do you want this to happen to you, too?"

Tears clouded your eyes as the man jabbed his gun against the boy's temple. You could hear his mother and sister begging, praying for his release, and all you could do was watch. "No!" You shouted, but it didn't matter. You had no power.

Nearby soldiers laughed as the child fell dead to the ground, hot, red blood pouring out onto fresh, clean snow.

You walked forward and stood by his mother, as she glared at you, moving away, shielding her daughter like it had been your fault her son was killed.

This was a death camp, and the chances of anyone getting out alive were abysmal. You'd die in this place.

Or at least, that's what you thought.