Sister story to Etheral. At first it was... painful. A sharp jab in his chest and slowly he felt all the energy drain from his body. He sat in a dark void of nothing for a while, until he felt... wet, soaked actually. And when he sat up and caught his breath he found himself sitting in the red blood waters of the river styx. L Lawliet was dead, but his fight was far from over. Don't look back. [Book 1/1] Hey, it's me I wrote Etheral. And I liked the whole gods in death note thing so much I decided to do it again. But this time in the underworld. This is not a sequel but a sister story, an opposite to etheral if you will. Enjoy my good shades.

Edit from me, years after: Sometimes I go back to this book and see just how wack my writing was years younger. I would delete this right away, but coming back to laugh at how I sucked at writing in general is kinda fun. If anyone stumbles upon this, don't take it seriously. It's written with the mind of a child who did NOT know anything about plot planning and writing properly. FAIR WARNING: 𓅥 turn back now. spare yourself from the unironic cringefest. "Our life cannot be predicted. No matter how much planning you do, You can't predict what happens next." Keeping up with an emotionless facade is a difficult job even for liars. Nate River is a sharp and witty prodigy, a quick successor to L. On first look, he might seem like a man with no guilt and conscience, a sociopath, but chances are, you are blinded by a mask he wore. Blinded by the sharp lies of his true persona. Dull. The world around him was dull. It was not full of colors, it wasn't 'breathtakingly beautiful. He views the world as empty, an empty white surface. He views humanity as the dirt smeared on the surface. He views humanity as filth. Vibrant. She was vibrant, despite her hardships, despite death and despite the lie of life. She can keep smiling. She can keep hoping and she can keep rising. She paints the blank walls with color and converts filth into art. How in the world, can a normal person, crack the mask of a generated prodigy. How can she even touch it in the first place? One doubt. I don't think the girl herself is normal.

You and Lawliet had been friends for most of primary school till he moves away in sixth grade. A tragic moment, but eventually you got over it. Years later you meet again, and quickly re-tie your old bonds. But as life goes on, things get more difficult. ||STORY UNDER INTENSE EDITING BECAUSE IT KINDA SUCKS||

The Aether. The place where all the positive deities watch over the human realm. Gods and Goddesses roam the clouds and cathedrals day in day out, keeping humans safe from the heavens. The peace is broken when a rouge shinigami throws his notebook onto the human realm and a human with the desire to become a god picks it up. A goddess of love, you decide to check up on the human realm for the first time in years and you see a grave danger in the path of the worlds greatest detective. A little divine intervention can't be that bad can it? After all Shinigami are roaming the human realm, why not balance the scales a little?

[Y/N]: a beautiful, extremely intelligent yet unemotional girl, moves to Wammys house where she meets three young boys. What could happen? *This is a super old book, pretty crappy book which I would not recommend reading. **Also doesn't follow exact story line.