THE ANGEL VIRGIL SAID that "the descent into hell is easy". I'm not sure how well that fits to my situation at the moment, but it is the first quote that appears in my mind. The portal to the Human Realm is swirling below Ryuk and myself, and it does not look like fun to just jump through. Looking over at Ryuk, I see his leathery, feathered wings spread out behind him, falling down to brush the ground beneath us. He makes it seem so easy to be a Shinigami, but I am already having troubles summoning my wings.
"Just imagine them on your back," Ryuk teases, blatantly amused with my struggle. "Come on, Light. It's not that hard."
I glare at my friend. "I'm new at this, and it's taking me a while to get used to it, alright? Give me a break."
"Sure thing, princess. Take all the time in the world."
I huff in annoyance and then let out a sigh, the tension in my body draining away. Closing my eyes, I picture a pair of charcoal wings sprouting from just between my shoulder blades and arching behind me. Every little detail of the wings carves themselves into my mind; the size, the shape, and even the giant feathers. The beauty astounds me and I almost lose the image. Almost instantly, a weight is added to my back and my eyes fly open, a deep charcoal colour filling the edges of my vision.
Looking over my shoulder, my eyes widen considerably. A pair of black angel wings adorn my back and reach down to the ground, brushing against the dirt and sand.
Ryuk makes a strange sound that is most likely his version of a whistle. "Nice, Light. I never knew you had a feminine side."
Ignoring my former God of Death, I stretch my wings out and launch myself into the swirling vortex below, not looking behind me at the dilapidated world I am leaving behind for an unknown amount of time. A 'whoop' sounds and I know that Ryuk is following me, obviously excited to be returning to the Human Realm to experience how 'interesting' Humans can be. In my opinion, they're actually not that interesting.
