DeathNote 2014

*Inspired by DeathNote* Orphaned at a young age, Nero Kagami was raised in England by his adopted parents. He always knew he was adopted, and had always been curious what happened to his parents. The revelation that arises - and the mysterious notebook that he picks up - leads him to seek further answers and, ultimately, retribution.
But there is someone else in the background, who may have the means to stop Nero before he's even started...


7. Grymm

Chapter 7 - Grymm

How To Use The Death Note

“Gods of death, the original owners of the DEATH NOTE, do not do, in principle, anything which will help or prevent the deaths in the note.”

“A god of death has no obligation to completely explain how to use the note or rules which apply to the human who owns it.”


In the Shinigami realm…

The Shinigami realm was a dark place. Always had been. Not that Grymm really cared about that. He was perfectly content to sit with the other Shinigami and play monotonous Death God games. Occasionally he would scribble a name into his Death Note to extend his life, but other than that he preferred not to look at humans.

They disgusted him.

Maybe it was the fact that he looked like them. To a certain degree at least. He knew he was the most human-like Death God in the realm, and he was not happy about that. At least that was the only thing he was unhappy about.

‘Hey! Grymm!’ one of the Shinigami shouted. This Shinigami went by the name of Deridovely, and was rarely doing anything except gambling with the other Death Gods. However, the frog-like, bone-helmeted was sitting at one of the “viewing holes”, looking through it quite intently.

‘What do you want?’ Grymm asked in his hushed, baleful voice. He casually walked over to him, frowning. ‘It’s not like you to write anything.’

Deridovely shrugged and pulled Grymm closer, grabbing hold of his strange red “coat”. ‘Look down there.’

‘What am I looking at?’ Grymm asked, frustrated. He had been perfectly happy minding his own business. He was even considering writing a name into his Death Note. Now Deridovely had something to show him. Something irrelevant most likely.

‘Look closer. You’ll see it.’ Deridovely chuckled wickedly.

Grymm peered closer, and suddenly noticed that he was not looking through a viewing hole, but was actually looking at the portal into the human realm. What had Deridovely seen that was so interesting?

Suddenly there was a tug on Grymm’s coat followed a moment later by the sight of a spiralling notebook. Grymm’s Death Note. The Shinigami turned on Deridovely quite violently, grabbing hold of his messy hair. ‘Why did you do that?’ he snapped.

Deridovely chuckled and looked towards his gambling partner, Gukku, who looked back with a wicked, skeletal grin. ‘Well…it was a bet.’

‘What? A bet?’ Grymm cried, expressing his rarely used emotions. ‘To do what? Throw my Death Note into the human world?’

Deridovely paused purposefully and then grinned. ‘Yes. And I won.’

Gukku sighed in the background and set to gathering his gambling partner’s winnings. ‘I can’t believe I lost another bet…’

‘I should make you fetch my Death Note for me!’ Grymm shouted, gripping tighter. ‘Luckily for you, I think I should go and kill some humans anyway! If I can outlive you, it will be a good thing!’ He threw Deridovely to the ground and stormed towards the portal.

‘Hey! What if the Old Man sends Armonia after you, or us?’ Deridovely shouted, suddenly growing nervous.

Grymm grinned cruelly. If the Old Man, the King of the Death Gods, sent his right hand man after them, then Deridovely and Gukku would be the ones in trouble, not him. This was just an opportunity now. Without replying Grymm stepped out of the Shinigami realm and into that of the humans.

I wonder where my Death Note ended up,’ he thought as the pulsing, purple mist surrounded him.

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