Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ Sentience ❯ Sentience ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Luna Rain Glimmer 
Little black books that rain from the skies can be bestowed to those with sentience. Megalomania/Light
Anime/Manga: Death Note Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Poetry | Uploaded On: 06.10.2011 | Updated On: 11.20.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 499 | Visits: 209 | Status: Completed
Little black books that rain from the skies can be bestowed to those with sentience. Megalomania/Light
Anime/Manga: Death Note Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Poetry | Uploaded On: 06.10.2011 | Updated On: 11.20.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 499 | Visits: 209 | Status: Completed
Light's POV. How he observes the world that he creates during his run-in with the Death Note, and how he feels, in his warped mind, that he's utterly justified. This is written during a thought Light might have about what he's doing, whether or not it's right. Written in a stream-of-conscious style for the purpose of showing Light's progression into mania. I own nothing.
A conscience is unneeded when you're able to kill it off,
Slaying it with one swipe of your hand.
They only get in the way.
Guilty? I am only doing what I think is right
What I know to be right.
Everything I do is for a reason.
And that reason, is for helping this rotted place.
This rotted world that I am forced to live in.
Rot can be cut off of fruit.
So why not the same concept with people?
We are decomposing; wake up and look around.
You ignorant, slovenly inhabitants…
No. I will not hate you for your unawareness.
Children can't be blamed for not knowing something.
Again, the concept applies for humans.
They can't be guilty for not knowing
What to do about this…human condition of ours.
They can't be blamed.
But I have power.
Unlimited, boundless power in my palm, at my disposal.
With this power, I vow to you all
That I will punish the sinful.
The whores.
The avengers.
Those who think that they are above the law.
Because yes, having this power makes me above the law.
The code that makes nothing but a nonsensical point about justice can be ignored.
Since I have this sacred, forsaken notebook in my hands,
I am above this so called…law.
All who dare defy me will be crushed.
Without a shred of mercy, of empathy.
Why you ask, am I chosen?
Why must I make this my mission in life?
To be the executioner.
For those who are undeserving of life.
Because I have no thoughts of guilt, that's why.
Am I a tyrant? A psychopath?
A sadist? An ego-maniac?
No to all those and so much more.
Just accept, that when the time comes,
You must bow down, welcoming me.
Let me serve you, as the god of a new world.
I will be your dark-winged avenger for those that deserve justice.
My intelligence my halo.
And my little black book,
At my disposal.
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A conscience is unneeded when you're able to kill it off,
Slaying it with one swipe of your hand.
They only get in the way.
Guilty? I am only doing what I think is right
What I know to be right.
Everything I do is for a reason.
And that reason, is for helping this rotted place.
This rotted world that I am forced to live in.
Rot can be cut off of fruit.
So why not the same concept with people?
We are decomposing; wake up and look around.
You ignorant, slovenly inhabitants…
No. I will not hate you for your unawareness.
Children can't be blamed for not knowing something.
Again, the concept applies for humans.
They can't be guilty for not knowing
What to do about this…human condition of ours.
They can't be blamed.
But I have power.
Unlimited, boundless power in my palm, at my disposal.
With this power, I vow to you all
That I will punish the sinful.
The whores.
The avengers.
Those who think that they are above the law.
Because yes, having this power makes me above the law.
The code that makes nothing but a nonsensical point about justice can be ignored.
Since I have this sacred, forsaken notebook in my hands,
I am above this so called…law.
All who dare defy me will be crushed.
Without a shred of mercy, of empathy.
Why you ask, am I chosen?
Why must I make this my mission in life?
To be the executioner.
For those who are undeserving of life.
Because I have no thoughts of guilt, that's why.
Am I a tyrant? A psychopath?
A sadist? An ego-maniac?
No to all those and so much more.
Just accept, that when the time comes,
You must bow down, welcoming me.
Let me serve you, as the god of a new world.
I will be your dark-winged avenger for those that deserve justice.
My intelligence my halo.
And my little black book,
At my disposal.
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