Death Note: Alight Equestria

Chapters

God of Death
"L B"
"Death Report"
Attorney-General Lawrence Sawyer
"Life"
"Fate"
"Ill Will"
Life of Heaveswood
Gods Are Vicious In the Night
The Beginning of the End
Missing Element
Remorse?
GOD
Two Times
Discovery
Kira In the Limelight
LawYer
Bait
HIS power
COK
Complete Monster
Starshooter
Escape
Vivant Moonlit
The Note Deal
The Summit Deal
Prime Minister Necalli
The Contendors
The Raid
Boredom
Trojan's Unfortunate Night

God of Death

Major Nightmare Moonlit, sometimes know as Dark Side or simply as Nightmare, was a very direct unicorn. Under normal circumstances, he would calmly think about a situation before making any sort of rash action. That is what the Officer Training School of the Equestrain Royal Guard taught him. Patience, and attention to detail. However. These were far from normal circumstances.

Major Moonlit briskly took off his dress coat and tossed it into his room. He couldn't afford to get blood on that thing, even considering the circumstances. The panicky Major looked through every nook and cranny in his house looking for a good spot to hide the body, only finding a couple drawers and his hidden study in the basement. He decides since she probably wasn't going to go into the study that'd be the best place to hide the body. He sprayed deodorizing compressed air around the house and shoved the body into the bottom desk of his drawer, wrapping it in a towel to soak up the blood.

Nightmare, while he was thinking about it, levitated the Death Note upwards and tore two pages out of it, one he put inside of his Dress Coat pocket, the other he slid in between two books on his bookshelf.

"Just in case." He muttered under his breath. He took his coat and brought it upstairs.

He made his way back upstairs, levitating his coat onto the couch, but finding Ryuuk hurling up some of his coffee.

"Who even told you to drink my coffee?" Nightmare asked, narrowing his eyes at the black sludge he would have to clean. It bubbled, as if it was acidic. Maj. Nightmare grimaced at the thought of what it must be like for a Shinigami to have those sort of juices in their stomachs.

"It was sitting there anyways. Cut me a break." Ryuuk shot back, shaking his head because of his dizziness.

Nightmare decided not to even argue. He levitated some towels and bleach over to the area where the crazed pony had entered and began to clean up the blood before it stained his tiled floor. He decided to move on to another line of questioning.

"I have to ask, where are the rest of you Shinigami?" The prosecutor asked curiously.

"Oh yeah, them. They're in the Shinigami Realm. You can't go there." Ryuuk said in the same banal voice as usual.

Maj. Nightmare rolled his eyes. "Kinda figured that y'know." He wasn't in the mood for a God of Death to be mocking him.

Nightmare picked up the mop with his magic energy and swished it across the sticky black slush, it giggling a bit as it melted through his mop. He gave a sigh of annoyance as he continued to mop up what was left of the acidic substance.

"Celestia's sake Shinigami." Nightmare mumbled as he turned and stared at Ryuuk who shrugged his shoulders in response. There was then an knocking at the door.

Nightmare tossed the mop into the corner and stared at Ryuuk as if he was expecting something. He tilted his head toward the corner twice, expecting Ryuuk to move.

"What?"

"Well, aren't you gonna disappear, evaporate into thin air, do something? She can't see you, especially with all that's going on." The annoyed Major said.

"She can't see me, your right."

"What?"

"What?" Ryuuk asked.

"Dammit nothing. At least hide in the corner."

Ryuuk cackled a bit as he slid in between the crevice between the file cabinet and his bookcase, his wing somewhat poking out from the impossibly tight place. He obviously wasn't trying very hard to make Nightmare's life any easier.

The annoyed unicorn rolled his eyes and calmly opened the door, hoping Rarity wouldn't sweep the room with her keen eyesight. She had always been a stickler for "attention to detail". It sometimes made the Major wonder if she was ever in the military.

When the door opened fully, Rarity was calmly fumbling with her eyelash, which she was messily trying to attach back to her eye. She successfully put it back in place, looking at Major Nightmare Moonlit, attempting to cover up part of the view to his house with his puffed out chest. He had a suspicious smirk on his face.

"Why, good evening Nightmare." Rarity said grinning happily, knowing calling him by that name irked him.

Nightmare's smirk faded in record time, his eyes dropping into an almost depressed look.

"Hi Rarity." He said In an annoyed voice. He swiped some hair from his face with his front hoof.

"Isn't that sweet? You fixed up your house for me?" Rarity asked in a teasing voice as she invited herself into his house, obviously making fun of how his living room was a wreck. She walked straight forwards through the living room, stepping over books, papers, pins. A giant black figure was blocking the way to the kitchen. He stood, arms crossed. A smirk crawled across his blue face.

"Well, well, Nightmare, she's pretty cute." Ryuuk commented staring down at the white unicorn.

Nightmare stared at Ryuuk in disbelief.

All the hairs on the Major's neck stood straight up as he froze in fear. However, Rarity simply walked straight through him and into the kitchen.

"Told ya. Nothing to worry about." Ryuuk said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Shut up you idiot!" Nightmare said gritting his teeth. The appearance of Ryuuk still freaked him out a bit but he'd be damned if he backed down from anyone in front of her.

"Yeah, she can't hear me either. Not until she touches your Death Note in specific.

Nightmare narrowed his eyes and shook his head, looking up to find Rarity staring at him.

"Who are you speaking to Nightmare?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Oh...sorry. I was thinking aloud." The fore lorn Major said hoping that he could somehow talk his way out of this situation.

"Your thinking aloud, calling somepony an idiot?" Rarity employed, showing him the fallacy in his logic.

Nightmare curled his lips. He shrugged his shoulders, running out of possible ways to escape the situation. Her thinking he had schizophrenia or something like that was a lot better than her knowing about a God of Death roaming around near him and a killer notebook that can kill just when a name is written in it. Speaking of where was that thing?

Rarity plopped herself in one of the high seats in his kitchen, facing him, waiting for him to come sit across from her.

Major Moonlit surveyed the room, looking for the note. He must have lost it in the confusion of hiding the dead body and cleaning up the blood stains. He shook it off, hoping that he would find it after she left. He had to get this meeting over as soon as possible.

Nightmare sat across from Rarity, facing her directly with a neutral expression on his face, swiping hair from his eyes once again. He made a mental note to put his hair into a single ponytail after this all boiled over.

"So Nightmare... Ela Kuran is at it again." Rarity said grimly with a sad expression.

"I should have figured as much. She's stealing your styles again, I assume?" Nightmare asked, leaving back a bit in his seat, twirling a salad fork in midair with his magic.

"It's not even that...every style I get, she gets it out onto the designers floor before I even finish making it. I would have the prints and designs done, but mid process, she would release an exact replica of the dress out in her shop."

"Sounds like someone's doing some underground work here." Nightmare said, impaling the fork forcefully into the table.

"I figured as much too. However I don't know how she does it. And I don't have any proof that she's stealing anything from me. It's just a giant mess, I wanted to see if you could do anything about it."

Suddenly, Ryuuk appeared from nowhere behind her, staring at the surprised Major.
Nightmare was about to say something, but remembering that she can't see Ryuuk anyways, he left it be. It reminded him of something though. Something that could easily fix this problem. And all he needed was a pen.

"Well Rarity, sure. I'll fix the problem. In fact, I'll have it done for you tonight. I'll file the papers and see what I can do. Do you, by chance have a picture of her face?"

"Well Nightmare, that's a strange question to ask out of the blue. I do not." Rarity said, raising her eyebrow at the question. She could see Nightmare mouthing the word "Damn".

"In any case, I'll handle it, just trust me with it. Stay right here. I have to go check my mailbox." The major said before walking outside. Rarity had a look of confusion on her face as she lie her head down on the table trying to make sense of it all. He knew a newspaper dispenser was at his local post office, which was a 2 minute walk. He inserted a quarter he had tucked away in his ear while on the way out the door and grabbed a newspaper from the dispenser. As he expected, she was one of the cover stories.

"Ela Kuran eh?" Nightmare said with a smirk. No ones gonna miss her.

He made his way back to his drab, one story house and sat the newspaper inside his mailbox, for safe keeping until Rarity left. He walked back in, the door still open.

"I'm surprised I haven't been robbed blind." Major commented as he walked inside. Rarity was missing, but his bathroom light was on, so he assumed she just had to use his latrines. He say at the table looking blankly at Ryuuk, who had taken it upon himself to help himself to his bowl of fruit.

"I hope you realize those are spoiled." Nightmare said, not caring at all that they were spoiled. He rethought what he just said, not wanting to mop up some more black sulfuric acid.

"As long as they aren't sand." Ryuuk said eating the core of the Apple that he ate. He grabbed another Apple, chomping the sides before swallowing it whole, licking the sweet juices from his fingertips.

"Well I guess it's alright now, nothing I can do. Not buying any more. You better steal those things while your here." Major Nightmare said aloud with a miffed voice.

"I have morals too kid." Ryuuk said bending down to his level momentarily.

"A God Of Death with morals? That's kinda defeating the purpose isn't it?"

Ryuuk shrugged his shoulders, grabbing another Apple, simply swallowing this one whole.

"Y'know Ryuuk. This could be something the world needs. I mean, is it really a crime if I murder a murderer?" Nightmare asked Ryuuk, a dark expression on his face. It did not faze Ryuuk at all.

"I once heard a quote. "If you kill a killer, the amount of murderers in the world remains the same"." Ryuuk said, referencing a quote he heard back in the human world.

Nightmare slid the piece of the Death Note out of the coat pocket that he concealed earlier. He turned on the TV to the local news station.

"Oh trust me. I'm not just gonna kill a killer. I'm gonna kill until I'm the only killer left. Ponies are going to be too afraid to even commit crimes. Minor robberies won't even exist any more. In a world that's in need of justice, where the clouds are nothing but darkness, I'll be the light that will see. However. I can't kill too quickly. I'll get noticed. Gotta take it nice and slow. I also better use a variety of methods. If everypony just starts dropping like flies in Equestria with heart attacks, police will start investigating. Tell me Ryuuk, I can still kill somepony even with a page torn out right?"

"Yeah, even fragments of the page contain the full effects of the notebook.

"I figured as much. I had to take some sort of precaution. I'll hide more notebook pages across the city tomorrow. But in the meantime."

Nightmare dipped a quill into ink from across the room and levitated it over to him.

"Gray Hound, a convicted serial killer from Canterlot has escaped confinement after killing two guards in cold blood. He is believed to be on a boat in transit to Hoovingtin. If you see this pony, it is advised you get to the nearest phone line and contact your local authorities. He is to be considered armed and dangerous."

"Welp. Here goes out next victim. Murder someone will you?" Nightmare said with a deathly serious look on his face as he penned down his name and continued writing for the next minute or so.

"What exactly are you writing?"

"You will see."

Three minutes later, a breaking newscast interrupted the weather.

"Breaking News! The escaped prisoner has taken the S.S. Hoovington and its passengers hostage! Police are attempting to negotiate as we report. Our News Pegasus is giving us live footage right now, take a look."

The camera, though shaky, displayed a group of ponies on the edge of a small ship packed into the corner with a single brown pony facing them with a metal object in his hoof.

Nightmare stared blankly at the TV, not showing any signs of emotion.

Suddenly, one of the passengers, a light blue earth pony, rushed the assailant and shoved him into the edge of the ship, causing him to lose control of his front hooves, accidentally forcing the knife into his throat. He stumbled backwards and fell over the edge of the ship. The water began to turn a hellish blood red, bubbles coming up from where he fell in, tracking backwards. Then, a large "Thump" was heard as more blood was flung up by the propeller, and the body of a mangled, pony rocketed from the propeller. The body was barely recognizable any more, as most of the flesh had been torn off by the speedy propellor blades.

"Oooh, sadistic?" Ryuuk asked, a bit surprised by how he killed the inmate.

"Trust me. That could've been a lot worse. Just had to test the extent to where I could carry it. See, I had originally wrote "Blue, rainbow-maned Pegasus", referring to an old friend of mine. However, obviously she was nowhere in the area. So the Death Note must've just chose whoever was closest to the description I gave, in this case the Earth Pony. Also, I wrote his cause of death was "Drowning". However, that also wasn't possible. With those injuries, he couldn't have physically swam away from the propeller blade fast enough to actually lose enough oxygen to drown. So instead the blades cut him up. In short, the Death Note is still limited to the basic laws of physics of this world. I can't make deaths unreasonable. This'll be nice to know." Nightmare reasoned in a blank tone.

"Yeah. I've had one of these for eons. I know kid." Ryuuk said.

Ryuuk rolled over a bit.

"Y'know kid, you should make a great Kira."

"Kira? I won't even start to humor that."
Nightmare rolled his eyes for the third time that day, questioning as to why Rarity was taking so long. He turned the television to a different station. His sick expirement was done. He brushed it off, and began to clean up the mess in his living room from his encounter with the demon. He picked up his desk and put it back in its normal spot, levitating all the papers on the floor back onto the desk. Before he was done, however, Rarity flushed the toilet and began walking back towards the kitchen.

"Oh, I'm sorry darling, just had to-" Rarity stopped right in her tracks as she felt a tingling sensation go all the way through her body.

"The hell? What's the Matt-"

Nightmare looked down at her hooves to see that she had just stepped on the notebook.

Rarity stared in disbelief forwards.

A grand, dark, monster-like creature stood before her. It had to be ten feet tall, for its head to be almost to the roof of the house.

Rarity let out an ear splitting shriek, grabbing onto Nightmare as she fell backwards in fear and shock, taking him down with her, she held on to his hood tightly, flinching her back hooves quickly in an attempt to flee from the monstrous creature.

"NIGHTMARE! WHAT IS THAT?!" Rarity screamed, still attempting to get away.

Nightmare Moonlit clinched his teeth and looked around trying to think quickly about what to do. He had to think of some way. He decided convincing her that she's not actually seeing it was the best course of action.

"I seriously don't see anything. Are you sure your seeing things right? Are you tired?" Major Moonlit asked, bombarding her with questions, hoping they would redirect her attention to something else, just for long enough that she could calm down.

"IF ITS NOT THERE WHY IS IT STILL THERE??"

"Rarity calm down I seriously don't see anything!" Nightmare said with a fake look of concern on his face.

"Hiya." Ryuuk said, waving at the frightened fashion pony.

The stress of the entire situation was too much for Rarity, and she fell out right then and there.

"Damn it Ryuuk, you ruined my plan." The Major said with disdain in his voice as he put a hoof up to Rarity's neck, feeling her heartbeat. "Is there a way for me to erase her memory of the Death Note? If I'm going to continue being her lawyer or even her friend I can't have her seeing you every time that she is around me. That wouldn't do anything but confirm that your actually here, and I am connected to you."

"Nope. I'm here to stay. I suggest you find a way. Remember, I'm not obligated to help you at all. Just call me a spectator."

Nightmare shook his head solemnly as he lie Rarity down on his beat up couch. He spent the next thirty minutes thinking up his course of action. He levitated the Notebook onto his lap and a pen. He went outside and retrieved the newspaper, writing down the name of the thieving fashion designer.

"40 seconds, right Ryuuk?"

"Yep."

Nightmare sat back and watched the television. Surely if she died, then the media would be all over it within the next few hours. He watched through multiple news stories, controversy involving politicians, other criminal, who Nightmare took a note of in a separate notebook than the Death Note, he would punish them for their crimes later. Some people are so ungrateful to live. To live committing crimes. Nightmare got where he got on his own. Why can't everyone else do the same? He shook his head condescendingly.

Ryuuk floated downwards and sat next to the Major. He crossed his legs and looked at Nightmare with the same sharp toothed grin.

"So what exactly are you waiting for? He asked. This was the first time Nightmare had noticed that Ryuuk's mouth didn't move when he spoke. He decided against commenting on it.

"The news to report her dea-"

Nightmare stopped in his tracks as he witnessed Ela Kuran, in all her thieving glory, presenting a diamond encrusted dress. And it was live.

Author's Note

And with that, yet another chapter completed. Any critiques or reviews are very gladly appreciated, I take into consideration any and all suggestions and I happily read your stories and review them in exchange for doing the same for me. See you next time.

"L B"

Ryuuk… is there something you'd like to tell me?" Major challenged. How the hell could Ela have survived?
"What? I didn't do anything." Ryuuk defended.
"Then, why is she not dead?"
"One thing you did was wrong." Ryuuk said, not bothering to tell Major what it was he had done wrong.
"Could I have gotten her face wrong...?” Major mused, pacing. “No...there's no way she's wearing a mask in either one of these photos. She looks the exact same on the TV version...” Ugh, this is infuriating! Major suddenly stopped in his tracks and his eyes widened.
"A stage name! That crafty pegasus, using a stage name instead of her real name. That's why she's not dead."
Rarity rolled over in her sleepy state, almost pushing Major off the couch. He shook his head in frustration.
"What do I do now?"
"There's always the ‘eye deal.’" Ryuuk said, finally making eye contact with Major.
"And what, exactly, is that?"
"Shinigami eyes are eyes which can see both the names, and lifespans, of ponies. However, this doesn't come without restriction. You still have to be able to see the ponies’ fate in order to see anything. Not only that, but this also halves your own life span." Ryuuk explained.
"Yeah, no. Not now, at least. I need to milk this opportunity for all that it's worth. Screw her, I'll kill her when the time comes. In the meantime I have to take Rarity home before she wakes up and sees you again.” Major slung Rarity over his shoulder.
“Oh, and Ryuuk, remind me to burn that body tomorrow."
Ryuuk nodded. Major promptly drove Rarity to her boutique in his carriage. Silently, he took the keys, predictably hidden in a nearby bush, unlocked the door, and sat her down on her red couch.
Three Days Later, at the Interpol Equestria Division
"Good morning, everypony. My name is Colonel Heaveswood; I’m with the Ponyville Police Department. I'm sure we all know why we are here." The Colonel said, stepping on to a pedestal in front of a table filled with police ponies, all heavily decorated with various badges or medals. The Colonel was a stout, dark green stallion with a mullet the same color, along with light yellow. He stood on a pedestal in front of a colossal television screen. The TV was surrounded by many smaller screens. Above them all were printed the words "Interpol HQ."
"Of course. I’m Lieutenant Colonel Aryan Blues with the Hoovington Police Department. There have been multiple deaths in the past few days. Serial killers to bank robbers have been randomly dying in various ways. It's hard to think this is all just a weird coincidence." The mare speaking, Colonel Blues, was a lot younger than the rest of the ponies. She was a short mare with a burgundy coat and a deep yellow mane.
"Colonel Trajan Papyrus; Saddle Arabia Police. Sure, there's another explanation. It could, in fact, just possibly could be a coincidence. I've seen weirder things in my day." A gray stallion offered otherwise. He seemed to be the oldest of the group, with a large scar running across his snout to prove it. His black mane was tied into a knot at the back, but either for convenience or fashion it was unknown. The silence was interrupted by a mare on the far right slamming her hoof into the table.
"I can't believe we’re wasting our time considering other options! This is obviously murder, and whoever or whatever is doing this is only targeting criminals!" the pony exclaimed. From the badge on her uniform, she looked to be the same rank as the other ponies in the room--a colonel. Her long dark brown mane hung over her eyes like curtains and did her no justice for her personality.
“Calm yourself, Sweet Pen--”
“That’s Colonel Pen--”
“You do have a point. This cannot be mere coincidence. I don't think this is something our team can handle alone. Looks like one for L."
"She told us not to contact her unless absolutely nothing else worked." Colonel Dynamo reminded. "We should be grateful she offers her support at all. We need not push it." Colonel Dynamo was exceptionally young, but not the youngest in the room. He had a blue coat (which happened to match perfectly with his blue uniform) and red mane with black outlines. He kept a cool and collected expression on his face at all times.
"All right, let's assume for a second that what's happening is the work of a murderer. How would we catch them? We have no leads whatsoever." The final colonel said, shaking his head. His mane was tied into a double knotted ponytail all the way down to his midsection, and he wore cheap eyeglasses. His nametag read “Sycamore Gavin - New Horse City Police Division.” The door to the brightly lit room opened suddenly, to reveal a shadowy figure wearing a fedora and a large overcoat. For some reason they were levitating a computer.
"She’s already looking into the case." the pony said. From the sound of his voice, he was a stallion, most likely in his late forties. He sat the computer onto the pedestal that Colonel Heaveswood had stood on, and immediately the computer screen flashed to the letters L and B, black against a stark white background.
"Hello. This is L." The computer buzzed out, a slightly distorted mare’s voice. "As Mr. Wasabi has already mentioned, I am already on the case."
"She can hear you, so if you have any questions, comments, or concerns, you can tell the computer." Wasabi said, addressing the council.
"How did you know about this?" questioned Colonel Pen.
"I have been following this ever since the majorly publicized death of the prison inmate some days ago. I have looked into previous deaths that may be related, mostly serial killers, serial rapists, bank robbers, muggers, and the sort. I have already managed to deduce the killer's general location. Considering the first few killings were all criminals convicted of murder, I suspect this was just a test to see if his or her powers were legitimate. Mostly because the first few died of generally the same cause. It was only that three days ago did his or her Modus Operandi, or for the few of you who don't know, mode of operations," the mystery mare paused for a minute to take a breath before continuing. "Three days ago was the horrendous murder of the prison inmate. However, this is the first of the few murders where another pony had been involved in it, that pony being the brave Earth pony who kick started the chain of events. Now if we take into account when they were broadcast... Lieutenant Colonel Blues, when were they broadcast in your city?"
"About twenty minutes or so before the other major cities. Some minor cities in our general vicinity might have still gotten the transmission, but it's unlikely." Colonel Blues reported.
"Exactly as I thought. The crimes were all first broadcast in Hoovington. Considering how quickly they die after the crimes are reported, it seems like the killer is most likely living in, or in the general area, of Hoovington." L told them. The panel of police flinched at this revelation, shooting sympathetic looks towards a troubled Colonel Blues.
"Wait, what if that's just the place they murder ponies from, like a sort of lair? It's highly unlikely, but still a possibility." Colonel Heaveswood proposed.
"I considered that possibility, and I can tell you, right now, with no doubt in my kind, that he or she is based in Hoovington. My proof? I conducted my own little experiment three days ago. The prisoner did break out of the prison and murder the two guards on his own, however the rest of it played out in my hooves. He boarded the ship at a convenient time for me to work out a plan in quick succession, at which point I called the news station and made absolutely sure that they would videotape the event through a pegasus flying over the ship. I then made personally sure that the broadcast did not reach any further then the city limit of Hoovington, that is to say, it didn’t go to any of the surrounding cities of Ponyville or Saddle Arabia." objected Colonel Dynamo.
"But I was told that it went farther than that. Not immediately, but it did eventually reach the other cities, didn’t it?"
"I made sure that only I and the news station had any knowledge of the broadcast only being broadcast in Hoovington. However, a problem presented during the newscast was the way the killer decided to end this criminal, along with the helpless hostage that had bravely tackled him. I was expecting a heart attack or stroke, maybe a suicide, but he chose to end him in the most gruesome way possible. Even though this pony may be ‘killing killers,’ that just makes them a murderer as well, and a sadistic one at that. They must be brought to justice. However, I cannot do this alone. I request the help of all of the police departments--with their cooperation."
"I'll agree, but only under the condition that we meet in person. I am not exactly comfortable with a stranger asking us of our trust when we do not even know what she looks like." Colonel Gavin agreed sternly.
"We will meet...in due time. Until another day, I’m afraid."
The transmission ended, making the computer shut completely off. As quickly as he had come, Wasabi disappeared with a flick of his jacket through the door and out of the building.
"Well, that solved one of our problems. We know this killer is in the Hoovington city area." Colonel Blues commented, with a bit of despair in her voice. "So this falls under my jurisdiction, huh?"
Major's Residence, A Day Later
Major sat up abruptly in bed. He was in the middle of his daily nap when he had gotten a bad feeling in his stomach. He reluctantly rolled out of bed and made his way to his kitchen. Major turned on his coffee maker and walked back to his work desk while the device made him his daily macchiato. He opened the Death Note and began skimming over it.
"Four days and I already have four pages filled. Pretty nice, isn't it, Ryuuk?" Major asked, turning around in his seat to grin at Ryuuk, who was floating in the air upside down, with the core of an apple sticking out of his teeth like a toothpick. He shrugged.
"Eh, I've seen better."
"Give me a break. I'm not trying to get noticed here."
"Breaking News Story! A speech from the head chief of police of the Hoovington Police Department!" the TV blared from the living room.
"Oooh..." Ryuuk floated over, interested. Major Moonlit walked over to the living room to watch the broadcast. A blue mare with red steaks in her mane walked onto the news pedestal. There were multiple other uniformed ponies surrounding her.
"This is Lieutenant Colonel Aryan Blues with the Hoovington Police Department. In light of the deaths of multiple convicted felons, charges ranging from petty crimes to homicide, we have decided to treat this as a mass genocide case, orchestrated by a single--or group--of ponies." Major furrowed his eyebrows.
"Well...that was quick." he commented.
"For the pony, or ponies, commiting this mass genocide, I have but one thing to say." Colonel Blues said, closing her eyes. "You are an abominable murderer." she said coldly.
Major ground his teeth. His face turned a bright red as he slammed his hooves into the floor.
"Oh, I know she didn't just..." Major lost control of his anger. “What I am doing is justice, unlike the rest of you helpless police ponies!” he roared at the screen. Major took the pen in his mouth, too distracted by his fury to use magic.
"Y'know,” Major blustered around a mouthful of pen, “had this idiot not been so stupid, they could've lasted much longer than they will. That was exciting, adrenaline-boosting, right there.” Major finished his rant as he penned down her name. "Now, just 40 seconds..."
"Using information gathered from a private investigator, we have also determined that the killer is located in Hoovington. Now, before you all go into a panic, running blindly will do no good. What he or she needs is a na--" The mare suddenly clutched her chest and fell backwards from the pedestal, grimacing once or twice before her breathing stopped completely. The crowd went into an uproar as police tried to contain them.
"Let this be an example to all of Hoovington and the rest of Equestria! Don't screw with me!" Major Moonlit shouted maniacally, glaring at the TV screen.
"How unfortunate." one of the uniformed ponies in the background said. She stepped onto the pedestal with a disgusted look on her face as she glanced at the body. Major's eyes widened in surprise.
"Ooookay. Deja vu here." Ryuuk squinted his eyes, trying to figure out what happened.
"This is the real Lieutenant Colonel Aryan Blues with the Hoovington Police Department. That mare you just killed was an inmate in the local prison who just so happened to have a name near my likeness. She was scheduled to die a week from now, and was guaranteed release if you couldn't kill her. So, monster, murderer, whatever you want us to call you... It seems like you are real. That display just proved your existence. This broadcast only aired in Hoovington so that also confirmed that you are here in Hoovington. So, it seems like you need a face and name to kill someone don't you? Well? Kill me now if you can do it! Kill me!"
"Damn you! Ryuuk, why didn’t she die if that’s her name?”
"I guess it’s not her name, then." Ryuuk answered, looking only mildly concerned at Major’s anger.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it..."
“So. You do need both of those things.” ‘Colonel Blues’ said from the television screen. “Looks like you can't kill me after all. Whoever you are, you will pay for your crimes." The mare put her hoof to her chest, preparing to swear an oath.
"On my honor, as a Lieutenant Colonel..."
Major slammed the book onto the floor.
"On my honor, as a major..." he growled in quiet anger.
"I will bring you to justice!"
"I will kill you!"

Author's Note

Kudos go out to the great people at MLPForums for letting their OCs become the officers for this fic, those include:

Sweet Pen- Sweet Pen
Dynamo Pad- Dynamo Pad

"Death Report"

Four days after the fateful news announcement and the death of a criminal over television, the city of Hoovington was in hysteria. Ponies would come and go at a rapid rate, some leaving to escape potential death, and some coming in order to beg mercy of the vengeful "god" as they referred to it. Ponies would load off of the express train, bringing gifts and offerings in hopes that the “god” would have mercy upon them and their loved ones. These offerings, unsurprisingly, lay there untouched. However they still hoped that they would accept their blessings. In front of Hoovington Town Hall, a layer of gifts and flowers coated themselves around the marble fountain. They piled high around the fountain to the point that you could not even walk up and toss a coin without stepping over layers upon layers of flowers and memorabilia.

Signs littered the buildings around the town hall, phrases such as "JUDGEMENT DAY HATH ARRIVED" and "THE END IS NEAR" were commonplace, written in spray paint on the sides of flower shops, the windows of businesses. Some businesses had been ransacked simply to have something to offer onto the “god.” Ponies were so afraid to die that they committed crimes that would get them killed without a second thought, attempting to spare their own lives. The local news station interviewed multiple ponies, pedestrians and city officials alike, asking them what they thought of the murders.

The vast majority would respond with "no comment," for fear that taking the side of this "god" would make them social outcasts, and the fear that going against the "god" would force “divine judgement” upon them. Neither of which they believed deserved an opinion on the matter. They believed being in the gray portion where the killer would spare them their life--and it worked. The few brave ones would speak out to the "god," calling him or her out to be nothing more than a murderer or a monster, saying that it would take the conjoined efforts of everyone to take them down. The news station was cautious not to broadcast the names of these civilians and blurred their faces so that they could feel at ease to say whatever they felt needed to be said regarding the situation. With these two lines of defense in play, none of the ponies that openly spoke out against the "god" had died, and many of them spoke out to their hearts’ content. They spoke of justice and the evils of this pony, or "god."

The few who openly supported the "god" would say otherwise. They believed that what they were doing was divine intervention, and that the elimination of all the criminals in the world is exactly what was needed for the city. They would argue that "since last week, crime rates have dropped by 60%, criminals have been afraid to do so much as plan crimes!" The network put no sort of lines of defense in place for these kinds of ponies as they did not expect the "god" to do anything about them. They were correct in doing so, as none of those ponies died either.

The problem came to the attention of Princess Celestia two days after the town had went to hysteria. She assured that this was nothing but a strange coincidence or an unfortunate chain of events. Celestia did not want to believe such an evil was occurring in her country, even if evil targeted other evil. Princess Luna herself could not be reached for comment, due to her not being related greatly in international affairs. Princess Twilight Sparkle had been questioned, to which she responded with "...whoever is committing these mass crimes, for the purpose of justice or not, you are an abomination to the rest of Equestria and you will be brought down for your actions."

The Outcast News Station, the main news station located in Hoovington, began to receive more and more profit as they continued to report the murders of various criminals. They decided to make their news channel 24/7, as criminals were dropping like flies. Their total stock value rose 30% in just a matter of days, which made their director and the news team ecstatic. The director of the station, Rufus Quagmire Jr., provided multiple statements on the matter, praising the "god" for his blessings--the money he had received. He proclaimed that he worshipped the "god" as his OWN "god." This prompted many theorists and detectives around Equestria to believe that he was the one responsible for all the crimes. However, they had no proof, so the superstition died out quickly.

The same day that Rufus had made those comments, the fashion designer, Ms. Ela Kuran passed away from a knife wound to the chest in her own home in Saddle Arabia. However, this was not considered to be related to the “god’s” murders. There seemed to be no motive that could indicate the "god" to be the one who had murdered the designer, and the “god’s” murders were centered around Hoovington, not Saddle Arabia. Because of this, Colonel Trajan Papyrus, of the Saddle Arabia Police Department had made a statement saying that they would be looking into this, as either a homicide or a possible assisted suicide. With the death of Ms. Kuran, Rarity had become Equestria's number one designer, this putting her high on the long list of potential suspects for the murder. Unfortunately, Rarity herself had not been seen around Ponyville or out of it in a few days. Her whereabouts had been put down as "unknown." Unfortunately, Princess Twilight had no comment on the disappearance of one of the Elements of Harmony. This update had created suspicion, and eventually she was investigated for any possible involvement.

In light of the recent crimes, many religious figures from across the lands had been holding vigils and gatherings to praise their own specific "god," assuming their "god" to be responsible for the multiple killings. Unbeknownst to them, the "god" they praised had nothing to do with the "justice killings" at all. It was nothing more than a prosecutor with a notebook. A breaking newscast had come on later on in the week. Allegedly, the news station had received a letter from the "god" with no return address, or any labeling. This letter simply stated "i aM KiRA," written in a style that was reminiscent of ancient calligraphy. From then on, this "god" had been known simply as "Kira."

Author's Note

"Whoever sees it fit to stand in my way also sees it fit to die."

-Maj Nightmare Moonlit

Attorney-General Lawrence Sawyer

Rarity stood outside Nightmare's residence with an unsure look on her face. She didn't know what to make of her last visit. All she remembered was seeing a tall black figure looking over her and… greeting her, before she had blacked out. She had ended up at her boutique the next morning with a terrible headache. She had to make sure nothing had occurred between her and the former military official. She knocked her trademark four times, waiting for a response. She cocked her head as she heard a commotion from the inside, which had happened almost every time she came to his house. She heard someone vaguely cursing "shit" as loud crashes were heard. She heard a few more large thumps and Nightmare's voice mumbling something unintelligible. Moments later the door cracked open.

"Yes?" asked Nightmare, reluctant to open the door fully.

"Nightmare... we need to talk." Rarity requested, attempting to come inside before he stuck his hoof out, blocking her way.

"About what, exactly?" the stallion asked, continuing to block the way.

"I'd prefer we sit down and talk about this."

Nightmare sighed and let her in, stepping out of the way. His living room was a wreck, as it was last time, but this time more severe a disaster.
"Rarity… this is my… Shinigami, Ryuuk." Nightmare said, not even bothering to hide the creature sitting on his couch. Ryuuk waved as if nothing was out of the ordinary at all. Rarity shivered at the sight, trying her best not to faint. Now that she was fully conscious, she could see the Shinigami in all its terrifying glory. More than tall, he was giant, with gleaming yellow eyes staring out of his blue face. Surprisingly, he didn’t even look like a pony. Rarity vaguely remembered its form from anthropology, a subject she had studied as a teenager. It was a… humanoid. Looking away nervously, she walked into the kitchen and settled into herself down on the same seat that she sat in last time. She motioned for Nightmare to come sit with her. He sighed and quietly walked over to his seat.

A white-coated unicorn with a yellow mane sat in a seat on the sixth floor of his building, his desk made of pure marble and his tile floors shining. His stained glass windows had an attorney's badge imprinted on them. He had bookshelves to the ceiling with files upon files of cases. It was obvious that he was rolling in bits. His bright gold magic aura surrounded a brush as he brushed his hair back, his mane glistening with expensive oil. Whilst doing so, he looked over a couple files. On his desk, a nameplate read “Attorney General Lieutenant Lawrence Sawyer.” The files were all labeled with a large "K", indicating that they were from the "god," or "Kira," cases.

He flipped through files upon files, before a knocking was heard. He had been requested to have the Royal Attorneys of Equestria look into the case by the police committee. He shook his head, looking through the files. He put the files back into their proper place on the shelf and the replaced them with a file full of criminal profiles, shifting through them and marking the ponies who had been killed recently this week.
"This other "god..." I wonder who they are, and who their Shinigami is." a voice said behind him. The Attorney General turned to face his Shinigami.

"Well, that's the same thing I was wondering, Barragan."

Barragan, the Shinigami he was addressing, was very large, a black cloak covering most of his body. He had no visible skin, as the only part of him that was visible was his bare skull beneath the cloak’s hood. He had no visible eyes, and his jaw did not move as he talked. He had a scar going across both of his eye sockets and wore a crown made of thorns on his head. Lawrence took a black notebook from his desk and lay it flat, pages turned upwards. He turned to a fresh page and levitated a pen.

"I will do my service to Kira. Together, we will rid this world of evil."

Barragan shook his head. "There's not only one, but two more Shinigami in this world at the moment. So there's another Death Note besides the one that Kira has. This is all getting interesting now, isn't it?"

"Yes, of course. We just need to figure out who my Lord is."

Barragan nodded. "Let's take to Hoovington then. If he's actually there, like the police pony said, we should see a Shinigami somewhere."
"Indeed." The Attorney General put on his coat and headed out of his office. He headed through the front door, head held high like the nobility that he was born into, and boarded the first-class car on the train to Hoovington. Naturally, ponies of all ages came up asking him questions. However, he ignored them patiently and attempted to enjoy the ride. He stepped off the train, Barragan trailing him high over his head. He stopped after he noticed two ponies in front of him staring at the sky… exactly where his Shinigami was. Any normal ponies wouldn't see the giant Shinigami floating in the air… so why could they see him?

One of them was a male unicorn with a purple-tipped dark blue mane. His coat was a bland gray, making his red eyes stand out among the dark colors. He was dressed in a Canterlot royal guard uniform--a red dress blouse with a blue Aiguillette that held his medals. His rank glistened on his color, a golden Hibiscus, the rank of a Major. He was carrying a black saddle bag which held a single book--apparent from the outline against the saddle bag.

The other unicorn was a very beautiful mare. She was already known to the Attorney General as Rarity, owner of the famous chain of both Carousel Boutique and Rarity For You. He knew her from a guilty pleasure--being secretly engrossed in the drama of the fashion industry, eagerly keeping up with the latest updates in individual fashion lines. Rarity's in particular had caught his eye the most out of the rest of designers. There was nothing very much new about her, besides the fact that she could see Barragan.

Lawrence took his attention off them to notice the giant black figure behind the both of them. He stood at least ten feet tall, his darkish blue hair brushing the top of the roof of the train station. His entire color scheme was very out of place for the vibrant colors of the train station, the black of his shirt, pants, and belt having a hard time meshing with the pink and red of the station. He had an impossibly wide grin on his face and his fingertips were shaped into claws. He was definitely more heavily featured than Barragan.

He looked down from Ryuuk to see the stallion staring right at him as he stared back. The harsh gaze seemed to be testing him. From this, he knew. This was God. The savior that had come to eradicate evil from this world. And he was nothing more than a prosecutor, ranking lower than him in the legal chain of command. He wanted to commend him for everything that he had done up until this point, but knew it would not be the most subtle thing to do in front of loads of ponies.

"Y'know… Attorney General, I think we should have a talk. How about, say, we go to Grillby's?" he asked, not waiting for an answer as he turned to walk out of the station. Rarity followed him with a worried expression.

"God..." Lawrence mumbled under his breath as he started to follow. Barragan and Ryuuk shook each other's hands as they finished their conversation, obviously forming a friendship. They cackled together as they followed the group of unicorns. As the group arrived at Grillby's, they were instantly approached by a tall stallion with a red and yellow mane and white coat.

"Ah, Major Moonlit, my favorite customer! Where would you like your seating?" he asked enthusiastically.

"Seat me outside, if you wouldn't mind. And make sure no one comes to sit with us."

"Yes sirree!" He guided them to an table topped with an umbrella. Rarity and the other unicorn sat on one side, and the Attorney General sat on the other.

"Before we start, first, who are you? And how much does she know?" Lawrence asked, motioning at Rarity.

"Call me Major. And Rarity knows everything." Major replied.

"Even about you? And who you are?"

"Yes, she knows that I am Kira. She took an oath of silence, though I believe that's just because she thinks I'll kill her otherwise. I never had that in mind, honestly. Now I have a question for you."

"Shoot." Lawrence offered, starting to tune out Rarity.

"How long have you had that book?"

"About two weeks."

"So you had it before I did, huh?"

"If you received it after the time I received mine, then yes."

"How many names have you written in that notebook since you got it?"

"One, my Lord." Lawrence suddenly remembered that his attitude towards Major needed to be more respectful. After all, he was speaking to a God.

"And who would that be? Was it just for a test, like my first one?"

Rarity was terrified, sitting in the middle of this. She was sitting at Grillby's with two murderers, equipped with the worst murder weapon to ever grace Equestria. And if she tried to escape, they would find her, and most likely end her. She was trapped. She glanced at the two military veterans, then quickly looked away and tried not to listen to them talking about killing ponies as if it was normal conversation.
"That one fashion designer, Ela Kuran, I believe." he said, opening his notebook.

"Ah, so that was your work. Nice job." Major congratulated, giving a grin. The Attorney General smiled wide. He had just been praised by God.
Rarity, on the other hoof, was fighting with the thought that these two had murdered her rival.

Author's Note

"A new world. It's only ideal."

Maj. Nightmare Moonlit
that should be about it with main characters. Attorney General Sawyer will be the last main character added on for the next few chapters, any reviews are appreciated and favs or like are also. Any questions may be asked in the comments

"Life"

Aryan Blues arrived at her house at approximately 7:07 PM. She entered her house, instantly taking off her uniform in relief. Her day had been complete crap up until that point. The turning point of her day was always to see her baby Lasagna's face, be it crying or smiling. He was the joy that brought her day to its high point unfailingly every day. Lasagna himself was lying in his crib, eyes closed. He didn't move, it seemed as if he was asleep. Aryan picked up the burgundy foal and held his face to her cheek, letting her warmth gradually go into her child's body. She sat in her comfort chair as she held her baby close and wept.

She didn't want to leave her child. Every day she so much as lived she was fighting against a possible “god.” The mere thought of her dropping dead at any second of any day made her fear for not only her life, but her child's. For who knew a son more than the mother; who could care for a child more than a mother?

She was seriously considering turning in her badge at this point. But that wouldn't do any justice to her reputation. Not only was she the first female Hoovington police commander, but she was also the youngest pony, mare or stallion, to be chosen for the position. If she gave up now, she would be giving up on the entire city. And that wasn't a thought she wanted to just “have to live with.” She wanted to protect the ponies... but where was the line between her personal safety, her child's safety, and the safety of the rest of the city?

These sorts of thoughts rushed through her head almost every minute of every day. To have your life threatened by a “god” every day was something she just could not handle. At some points she just felt like popping her entire supply of antidepressant medication. The only thing preventing her from doing so was her badge and her son. However, in the midst of her contemplating, a knock was heard at the door. Out of shock, she quickly took her son to his crib and covered him in a blanket so nopony could see him--no one knew she even had a son. She opened the door and Colonel Dynamo fell flat onto his face, having leaned against the door as he popped his head through.

"Aggghh..." the colonel moaned as he attempted to recover from his failed comedy act. He didn't have his uniform on today, so Aryan figured it must have been his off day. She giggled. It was never a dull moment with Colonel Dynamo around. He stood up, shaking his head as mini video game controllers flew around it. He shook them away and looked Aryan in the eyes. "Yeah...can I come in?" he asked, scratching his deep black mane.

"Sure you can." Aryan said, stepping to the side and patting his head sisterly as he walked through the door. Her living room was very organized: couches were placed in perfect symmetry from each other, and not a single picture hanging was crooked. The only out of place thing was a few white stains on the carpet. Colonel Dynamo shrugged it off; he was sure white was hard to get off black anyways. He plunked himself onto her couch, back hooves hanging off the back pillows and his head hanging off the couch cushion. Aryan sat herself on the couch across from him, sitting upright with one hoof crossed over the other.

"So what's been good with you, Aryan?" he asked, squinting his eyes as the blood began to rush to his head.

"Nothing really, you know me, just still being Aryan." she answered turning away to hide her laughter at his rapidly reddening complexion.
"I think we both know why I'm here, anyway. We gotta talk." Dynamo’s voice grew serious, but it was hard to take him seriously with his forehead starting to turn a bright red.

"It's about the notebook… isn't it?"

"It is, I knew you'd remember! I'd been thinking that the notebook was the cause of it." Dynamo explained, finally deciding to turn upright before he fainted. "The notebook did say that the pony’s name written in it would die. It wouldn't surprise me… I just didn't think that it was for real at the time."

“I can see why.” Aryan said kindly. “I don't want to think that's what's causing it, but it seems to be the case, especially with some of them dying from those inexplicable heart attacks. I remember it also said that if you didn’t write a cause of death, the pony would just die of a heart attack." she remembered aloud, looking towards the ground. She was saddened at the thought that if they had just burned the notebook, this wouldn't have happened.

"I just remember it so… vividly. Had we done something, this wouldn't be happening. I mean, the notebook in the middle of a grassy field? That's a little too devilish for it to be a joke." Dynamo continued the trip down memory lane.

"We just saw it and picked it up. I felt this odd sensation the moment I picked it up." Aryan recounted. The scene played out in her head like an old movie.

"I did too. It was a really creepy feeling." Dynamo said, twirling a portion of his mane in his hoof.

"I just didn't think that a simple notebook could have that sort of effect on the world... this is all our fault." Aryan said, holding her head in her hooves.

“It's not. It's no one's fault.” Dynamo reassured her. “Whatever happens, happens. There's nothing we can say or do to change it at this point, all right? The only thing we should be worried about is catching Kira. He, or she, is the evil one here. Speaking of, L has been keeping contact with the Regiment Commander, and she herself is planning on camping out in Hoovington, just in case.

Aryan slightly smiled. It was ponies like Colonel Dynamo that still gave her a glimmer of hope for this world. Despite being young and naive, he was still able to take things seriously when the time and mood called for it, and that was a balance that Aryan approved of.

"Speaking of evil, have you seen a large, black, genie-like… thingy flying around at all? I see it sometimes, but it's always in the Hoovington area." Colonel Dynamo questioned, doubting himself and wondering if he had actually seen anything.

"No, I haven't seen anything out of the ordinary. But that may be because I'm not exactly always on the streets, especially with this Kira case occurring. I'm always in my office, trying to find a way to protect my ponies… assuming I was right about him being based in Hoovington." she explained lifting her head from her hooves to face Colonel Dynamo, his goofy smile gone. She didn't often see him as serious as he was. The last time… It was a bit more than a week ago, when they had encountered the notebook on an off-the-job stroll. They were walking by the courthouse building and had seen the notebook in the field, abandoning their path to examine it. He had sounded deathly serious when reading it, calling it a sick joke. Aryan flashed back to the present as Dynamo was describing his “large, black, genie-like thingy.”

"I dunno, Aryan, it just seemed so real to me. It's this giant black thing with giant black wings with a giant black belt and giant black claws." he explained, his smirk sneaking back on his face as he attempted to contain his laughter at his repetitive description of the creature.

"See, this is why I can never take you seriously." she giggled. Her snickers soon evolved into a high pitched laughter.

"Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week." he said, taking a bow in front of his imaginary audience. Aryan shook her head, wiping tears from her eyes.

"No, I'm actually serious, I need to stake out here for the rest of the week." Colonel Dynamo said, his smile disappearing again.

"Wait--what?"

"Yeah, the Regiment Commander told me I needed to stay in Hoovington for the next week or so and look for any suspicious activity, and I'm gonna need a place to stay.” he paused. “And... the hotels don't have the computers I need to play my games on."

"Well, if you have t--"

"Great! I'll grab my stuff!" Dynamo brightened, trotting out the door to grab three large suitcases, one in each hoof and one in his mouth, and dragged them into her living room, popping one open to reveal a very hi-tech computer.

"Oh, is that for the investigation?"

"Nope, this is for Ponycraft."

Aryan face palmed.

The Attorney General and the State Prosecutor were planning out their next course of action.

"All right, here’s what we’re going to have to do. We can't afford one of us getting caught, and the Death Note being taken. Then they'd pretty much figure out everything, and the other would be discovered immediately. Ryuuk isn't exactly unnoticeable, and neither is your... Shinigami." Major explained.

"Barragan." Lawrence said, filling in the blank he had left.

"Right. So here’s our plan of action… Let me see your notebook." Major gestured towards Lawrence’s satchel. Lawrence took out his notebook and placed it, cover down, onto the table, so that the words “Death Note” weren’t visible. Major pulled the notebook towards him, tore out seven pages from the notebook, and gave the pages back to Lawrence. He then put the Death Note into his own bag.

"I want you to start killing officers. Not the higher-up ones, but deputies. They will most likely see this isn't the work of Kira, since I only punish criminals. Since you are punishing some of their own, they will likely put the bulk of their attention on “Kira 2.” Then, in the background, I'll continue my work. I'll hide this notebook in the rendezvous point we agreed on, and, assuming something happens, we both know where it is, got it?"

"Of course, my Lord."

Rarity was severely frightened at this point. She liked Nightmare and all (she wasn’t going to give up calling him Nightmare, not matter how much he preferred “Major,”) but what he was doing wasn't right in the slightest. She could see his point, wanting to "light the world," but she felt there was a much better way of going about doing this. Killing, even for the right reasons, wasn't something that she condoned easily. But she fought to make an exception for him. Nightmare seemed capable of the power given to him, considering the fact that he had not been caught yet.

"For now, just continue as if we never met today. And follow my exact orders as soon as you get back to your office."

"Yes, my lord." The two simultaneously got up, and Rarity followed Nightmare as he walked in the opposite direction.

"Nightmare… what's about to happen?"

"I'm gonna have a little mess I made cleaned up."

The Attorney General arrived back at his office and immediately powered up his computer, spreading out a page from the notebook. He shoved the rest of the pages into the Kira case file. He looked up the words "DL-4 INCIDENT CASE PERSONNEL INVOLVED” on his computer, and then began writing the names of everyone involved in the case that Major had lost into the notebook. The judge, the jurist, the witnesses, the defense attorney, making sure they would all die in various ways. He then deleted permanently, the record of Major ever being involved in the case. He sat back, looking at the setting sun, proud of his work.

"Let's make a new world together."

Author's Note

"Neh, this is for Ponycraft"

Colonel Dynamo Pad
You all are probably wondering how I am getting these out so fast. Truth be told, I am actually four chapter ahead of this at all times, simply because I had been writing this long before I came out with the first chapter. That being said, after the next chapter, I'll be caught up completely and it will start taking moar time to come out with chapters. That'll be all.

"Fate"

Aryan Blues sat at her desk in her office. Just another meager day. Her job had become significantly easier ever since Kira began his "revolution". Even someone as devout and full of justice as her had to admit that much. No pony dared to commit any crimes for fear of being executed by "God". There were the few brave exceptions that commited crimes anyways, but they were very easily apprehended, as the police department made sure to work in record speed to capture them before Kira had a chance to murder them. As an extra precaution, the department notified Outcast TV to not put out any more criminal reports until further notice, or be threatened with legal action.

She sighed out of boredom, wondering wait Colonel Dynamo must be doing at the time. He was on paid leave to investigate the case so instead of sitting in an office waiting for a crime report he was able to move about freely to investigate the case. He was good intentioned, but knowing him he probably got sidetracked.

Aryan shook her head at the thought as she turned and noticed a Pony walking through the front doors of the station. But it wasn't just a pony. It was what was next to him that shocked her.

Nightmare hadn't killed anyone in three days. Ever since his meeting he hadn't been able to kill anyone. Not because he was afraid to or because the notebook simply stopped working, but because there had been no crime reports within the last few days. He figured that this was the work of the police station attempting to stop the murders by simply not broadcasting them at all. However, that wasn't gonna fly with him, he thought as he opened the front doors to the police department.

He walked into the Hoovington Police Department, giving the secretary his reasoning that he was there for "no other reason but to see if he could get a case to prosecute". He walked straight forward, not giving her a chance to rebut or ask any questions. He didn't have time for mouth breathers.

The two ponies spotted each other as he walked besides her office. Aryan saw the giant black humanoid feature flying besides him, her jaw hitting her desk. She flipped her name plate around in record time as Nightmare stared directly at her. Shinigami eyes would be pretty nice right about now.

Nightmare invited himself into her office and sat down on the cushioned seat directly in front of Lieutenant Colonel Blues's desk. He allowed himself to sink into the cushion, giving an intimidating grin.

Nightmare pulled out his military ID.

"Major Nightmare Moonlit, 3rd Divison, Unicorn Company Executive Officer Retired." He introduced himself, awaiting her own introduction, half knowing it would not be that easy to get her name.

"Nice to meet you Major." Aryan said, being wary of not saying her name, as at this point she could connect that dots given to her yesterday and figure out that this was Kira. The black monster that Colonel Dynamo mentioned yesterday was undoubtedly what was right in front of her. The last thing she needed was to slip up and let him know her name.

"It's customary for military officials to address each other by name and rank "Lieutenant Colonel"." Nightmare mockingly said. Certainly a Lieutenant Colonel at the very least knew of proper military etiquette.

"And that would be my name..." The disturbed Lieutenant Colonel replied meekly, unsure what to make of the situation. She tried to keep her eyes focused on Nightmare, as the monster seemed to be trying to attract her attention for some reason.

"Tch. I'm not here for formalities anyways." He tossed his back hooves onto the top of her desk, knocking off the jar of lollipops she had sitting there for any children who walked in. It crashed onto the floor, glass and suckers flying in all different direction on the floor. "We both know why I'm here."

Nightmare knew that she knew he had something to do with the murders. The look in her eyes, how she was trying her best not to look to her immediate left, where Ryuuk had positioned himself, it all couldn't be a coincidence. Not only that, but after the stunt she pulled on him the other day, having him think he was murdering her, but only a criminal was inexcusable. He had to get her name somehow. He was in no rush though. If he ever frantically needed her name all he would have to do is do the "eye deal". Sure it would cost him half of his life span, but it'd all be worth it in the end.

Aryan herself felt Ryuuk's appearance combined with the fact that Colonel Dynamo testified that he was the only one around who could actually see the creature concluded that only those who touched the notebook could see the thing that was standing upright next to her. The look in Nightmare's eyes registered to her as cold and unforgiving, his face seeming like the face of the murderer he was.

Before another word could be spoken, the phone rung on her desk. She picked it up, greeting the caller. Her eyes went wide as she shot up from her seat. She hung up the phone and looked at Nightmare.

"I'll be taking my leave now so you'll have to go." She said, attempting to not let him sense the fear in her voice.

Nightmare snorted and got up from his comfy position. "Before you go I need new case files for me to work on."

"That'll have to be another time Major, she said rushing him outta the door, with him shouting words of protest. She looked the door, double checking to make sure it was locked and rushed out of the building.

Nightmare shook his head and walked up to the secretary. "Yes, I need to request recent case files. Maj. Nightmare Moonlit with the Prosecutors Office. I need all the cases from the past two weeks besides the ones that I prosecuted." Nightmare waited for the secretary as he watched Aryan Blues rush through the front door. He wondered what it was that made her get up and leave so quickly. It couldn't have been simple fear could it?

Aryan Blues rushed out of the front door and ran west. She and the rest of the police committee had been requested to meet up with "L B". Thoughts rushed through her head about the encounter before she ran upon her destination. It was plainly marked "Hotel". She surveyed the outside. It was very dirty and rundown, a sign that said "You do not receive a mint on your pillow for staying here" was hung on the front door. The windows, save for one, was covered in dust and some with glistening mold crawling across the window screens.

She entered the Hotel to find the rest of the group, minus Colonel Dynamo all standing around the counter, requesting the room. She joined them around the counter, and they were told that the room was A6, which was a flight of stairs and the last door on the left. Before the group of cops reached the stairs. Colonel Dynamo rushed through the front doors and slammed right into the wall as he attempted to make a sharp right.

"FFFFFFFFFFFFFffffff..." Colonel Dynamo stopped himself from cursing as the pain surged through his facial muscles. He rolled on the ground, holding his face as Colonel Sweet Pen shook her head. She trotted up to him, wrapped her hoof around his mane and began dragging him with the group, with moans of pain emanating from his closed mouth. He put up a faint struggle, but gave up after a minute as Sweet Pen's superior size and strength proved to be too much for the young stallion to handle.

The rest of the group made it up the stairs in decent time, however, Colonel Dynamo was in great pain as Colonel Sweet Pen maliciously let his head hit every bump on the stairs. Sweet Pen was given the signal to hurry up, which she responded by rushing up the stairs, allowing Dynamo to slam face first into a wall on the way up. Sweet Pen giggled, thinking her evil act was amusing to everyone else. She was frowned upon as a result.

Soon enough they were all faced with room A6.

Sweet Pen ripped out the patch of hair that she was holding on to, causing Colonel Dynamo to scream an obscenity. Everyone told him to quite down as Colonel Heaveswood opened the door to the room. They were greeted with a blast of sweet coffee scent.

They all cautiously entered, a single chair in the middle of the room. The room was barely decorated, however it should be credited that the window was at least wiped down. The chair rotated, revealing a yellow maned unicorn with glistening yellow eyes. She was sitting in an upright fetal position. Her mane was styled in a way to where it looks like she had been struck by lighting, with gray patches on portions of her mane. She wore a pair of goggles on her head. Her hooves had lighting bolt patterns on them, them appearing to animate as she petted a piece of metal that was between her back hooves. The contraption looked to be a petite robot, with conveyor belts on the bottom of it that allowed for movement. It also had claw like hands, seemingly for picking up things. It appeared to be off at the moment.

She gave a weird grin, her lips half pursed.

"I am "L B". She said, allowing her grin to become a full smile. "Nice to meet you."

Everyone else in the room froze.

Author's Note

Last chapter being said, the rest of this will take awhile. Hope you all liked the introduction of L, and I promise next chapter will be longer.

I'll be taking a few day break before the next chapter however, my younger brother is graduating from Camp Leonard Wood to become an Army Helicopter Mechanic, so I'll be away for a bit on that.

"Ill Will"

"You may address me as Spark." the yellow-toned unicorn said, placing the robot she was holding onto the floor. Using her newly freed hoof, she started running it through her mane and twisting wherever she could find a large clump of hair.
"Colonel Heaveswood, chief of the Ponyville Police Department and Commandant of the Interpol Forces." Colonel Heaveswood introduced himself.
"Colonel Trajan Papyrus, chief of the Saddle Arabia Police Department, and Equestrian Marines Commandant of the Pegasi Corps." the pegasus next to him announced, looking Spark in the eye as he did. He couldn't believe that the Interpol was relying on somepony so young. His scar moved as he talked, stretching further across his snout, which made his already intimidating appearance even more menacing.
"Colonel Sycamore Gavin of the New Horse City P.D. We don’t have a police commandant currently, so I am coming as the representative, given I am the highest rank there." his voice had a touch of bragging in it as he flipped his knotted ponytail onto his right shoulder.
"Colonel Dynamo Pad, the cooles--"
"Colonel Sweet Pen. That's all you need to know." Sweet Pen said aggressively, feeling the same way Colonel Papyrus felt: she couldn't take this kid seriously. She took her about as seriously as she took Colonel Dynamo Pad. However, Lieutenant Colonel Blues stayed quiet in the back of the room, hoping that she would not have to be involved in conversation. She backed away to the furthest corner of the room.
Spark eyed the crowd and focused on the shy unicorn in the back of the room. She raised her eyebrows and stared exclusively at her for a minute, before raising a hoof slowly to Aryan. Her unchanging expression did nothing to help Aryan's nervous demeanor.
"Your name." Spark demanded.
Aryan pointed her front hoof at herself, to which Spark responded with a simple nod. Aryan walked up to the rest of the group, taking a place next to Colonel Heaveswood.
"Lieutenant Colonel Aryan Blues..." she said softly. She looked upwards with her at Spark, who was staring back. At that point to Aryan, it felt like the rest of reality had melted away, and not in a good way--Aryan felt lost in the depths of this mental confrontation. As she looked back at Spark she noticed that her entirety had become the color purple, and hers a lighter blue shade than usual.
In Spark’s mind, she felt the same, trying to connect the dots of Aryan’s personality. Something about the way she talked and carried herself piqued her interest. Spark's eyes shot to the far left to suddenly look at Colonel Dynamo, who noticeably stood more upright as they did.
"You know something about the case, don't you?" Spark asked suspiciously as her horn illuminated. A yellow energy wrapped around her motionless robot, entering its body through multiple crevices. It shot out a few sparks, then began to move on its own, treading closer to Spark. She paid no mind, as if this was normal.
"Whoa, what's tha--" Colonel Dynamo started before Spark held a hoof up, signaling him to stop. He closed his mouth and looked down in slight frustration and disappointment.
"Never mind that, answer my question." Spark commanded, tapping her back hoof against the floor in anticipation.
"Well… there was this one thing." his awed smile dropping into a somber look. He stared straight back at Spark, unnerving her with the way his personality fully contradicting the way that he had presented himself before. Dynamo, though, could see Aryan out of his peripheral vision, dragging her hoof across her neck subtly.
Spark caught this and shot her eyes back at Aryan, levitating a cup of coffee from across the room to her pursed lips, taking a short time in sipping it before speaking, not lowering the cup from her mouth. She took a second sip noisily, seemingly out of annoyance from the two’s antics.
"Now, talk, I don't care what you have to say, may it be ridiculous or not." As a result of the cup being close to her mouth, her voice hollowed out into a disturbing low-pitched sweetness. Colonel Pad almost laughed, but his bearing wouldn’t allow him. He took a short breath.
"I think I know how this is being done. In the last few days I've been seeing a giant black creature flying around Hoovington. And I've been seeing it ever since I touched this notebook called the Death Note. I know you probably don't believe me but it's all true, I swear. I don't know what it is, or what its intent--"
Sweet Pen shoved aside Colonel Gavin and gave a swift right hook to Colonel Dynamo's jaw, who fell backwards from the force. Colonel Dynamo hit the ground, hissing in pain from the second time he had been hurt badly by her.
“I'm sorry for our idiot officer." she said, not even bothering to look back to see if he was all right. Sweet Pen shook her head and looked back at Spark. Spark had an eyebrow raised, taking a moment to think.
“No, no, it's quite all right. I want to hear what he was attempting to say. After all, why would any of you make up a ridiculously complicated lie like that?” Spark's robot began to creak towards Dynamo, scaring him and causing him to stumble backwards into a table. While getting up off the floor, he continued explaining where he and Aryan had found the notebook.
“... have any of you seen it since?”
“Well… I actually saw the monster earlier today." Aryan stated meekly. The entirety of the room took their stunned eyes off Dynamo and locked their eyes on her. "It was when Major Nightmare Moonlit entered my office. He had the monster standing right beside him and was saying things like ‘We both know why I’m here.’”
Spark furrowed her eyebrows at this. “And who is this ‘Major Nightmare?’”
“He’s a state prosecutor for the Hoovington. There's not much else to say, besides the rumors going around that he’s secretly dating the number-one fashion designer of the Flash magazine.”
“I want his house bugged as soon as possible.” Spark immediately ordered. “I need his cell phone bugged as well, and a tracker on him." she looked back at the Commandant.
"That’s highly ill--"
"Do you want to catch this fiend, or not?" Spark’s voice grew louder, deathly serious tone. Her stare was cold as ice and unnerved even Colonel Heaveswood. Colonel Heaveswood closed his eyes and gave Aryan the order to bug the house right after the meeting.
"You will all report back here tomorrow: I expect the bugs to be placed by then. This is where we will meet for the whole of our investigation, unless Interpol allows us to use one of their rooms." Spark turned back away. She shooed her hoof away at the group, signifying she was done. She brought her coffee back to her mouth.
Colonel Heaveswood attempted to protest, but it was to no avail. Everyone filed out of the hotel room and walked in the many different directions of their respective towns. The only two ponies who went in the same general direction were Dynamo and Aryan. As they walked home on the woodland path, Dynamo felt a sharp pain in his head. He saw a blurred image of a pony zip in front of him and deliver a swift jab to his stomach, completely knocking him out.
Aryan tried to scream for help, but had her mouth covered. The hoof covering it smelled of very expensive cologne, making her sneeze. She struggled, but her captor’s superior strength overpowered her. From behind her, he poked his head out. His flowing gold mane glistened in the sun: Attorney General Lawrence Sawyer.
"Listen to me." he demanded, holding a piece of paper up to her face. He tapped her with it, and a large, black, skull-faced creature suddenly loomed in front of her. She began to shiver profusely and tried to struggle even harder.
"I have no problem killing you off. Don't think I can't figure out your name. I have my ways." he said in a commanding voice. "If you place so much as a single bug in My Lord's house, I will kill you, Dynamo Pad, all of your friends… I'll even kill your child. Don't fuck with us." his eyes narrowed. He shoved her onto the ground next to Dynamo and walked calmly back onto the path back to the train station.
Aryan tried to catch her breath. A single question zipped into her mind. Why was the Attorney General allied with the Major? She put aside the thought and raced to tend to her fallen comrade. Colonel Dynamo was completely knocked out, on his back, with his mouth slightly open. He twitched at times, making him look like a mosquito that had just been swatted.
Aryan held him tight to her chest. She gave him a light kiss on his cheek and held him as if she was Lasagna and sent up a flare to signal for backup. While they were waiting, Aryan suddenly felt a hair-prickling sensation creeping up her body from a back hoof. She looked down to see a claw holding a piece of paper that had been touching her. Terrified at the thought that the creature might be back, she looked up to see a twelve-foot-tall figure, similar to a humanoid. Aryan didn’t know what had made her think of that word--it had been years since she had been in school, but now it seemed like the proper word to describe the beast. It had six giant black wings, and was clothed in black, looking down on her.
Colonel Dynamo slowly regained consciousness, but was unable to move. As his vision cleared, he saw that Aryan was being held down by something he couldn't see.
Aryan's quiet yelp was soon covered by a single razor-like claw from the creature.
"I am Silpheed," it said peacefully, in a surprisingly beautiful voice. Her words, contrasting with her harmonious tone, said otherwise than a perfect world. "And one amongst you owns a Death Note."

Author's Note

And with that, the final death note user is finally hinted at. One of the officers. Leave a comment on who you think it is!

In other news I'm finally on he road so writing may become a problem here and there until I get back.

Life of Heaveswood

Colonel Heaveswood raised an eyebrow as he sat at his desk at home. He held his head in between his hooves, and reached for his glass of water. He sipped through the straw, shaking his head.
The facts of this case were appalling. A pony could kill, with just a name and face? And not only that, but now it was being suggested that a notebook, of all things, was causing this mass murder? The thought of something so ridiculous, yet having quite a bit of evidence to back it up, was beyond him. As the commandant of Interpol he wanted to believe his fellow officers, but couldn't bring himself to think something that illogical could actually be happening. It was something that he would have to see before he believed it all. His breathing slowed down.
He shook the thought out of his head and began taking off his uniform. He hung his apparel on his hanger in his study and began walking upstairs. He peeked through the first door on his left. He saw two faintly outlined humps under the covers, moving up and down in unison. He narrowed his eyes. His two little fillies were never this well behaved. He could hear faint giggling coming from inside the room, and felt as if he was being watched. Taking this as a cue, he took action.
He walked in tiptoeing, try to see in the dim light swathing over the room. He came within four steps of the bed, and two shadows hopped out, quickly revealed by the light. One stood on the other’s head. They stood with front hooves extended, attempting to make themselves look larger than they actually were.
"Peek-a…!" the one on the top began yelling. She had a light green coat with a swirly mix of red and yellow in her mane, which was tied into a messy knot that hung over her shoulder. She had a goofy smile and two differently-colored eyes: one was half red and half blue, whilst the other eye was a complete cerulean blue.
"BOO!" the filly on the bottom screamed even louder, in an even higher-pitched voice. To be put simply, she was a complete palette swap of her sister. Every part of her was the exact opposite of her sister: her coat was a dark blue and her mane a messy mix of red and green. They looked like mini mixed highlighters--with wings. She had multiple streamers hanging from her head. Seemed like a fashion trend, Colonel Heaveswood chuckled to himself.
“Ahhh! You got me!” he cried as he pretended to be scared and fell backwards as if he was scared. The two sisters hopped onto him and started play-wrestling him as he laughed. He and his children rolled around, tickling him as he tried to “escape.” Colonel Heaveswood was, surprisingly, a single parent. His wife had passed away about a year ago from cancer, and one of his sisters had recently been murdered by Kira, her crime being perjury. His other sister… he didn’t even know of her whereabouts. His half-family had been killed in a train accident a year back. Life had been hard on him throughout most of his adult years. Because of all this, he had sheltered himself and his children. He didn't want his children to have to go through what he went through, so he had decided the most optimal way to make sure that didn’t happen was to see to that they make no friends, no emotional connections, even. He sometimes felt as if this was too much, but he would do anything to protect them both.
"Alright, alright..." He moaned as they continued their weak assault on them. "Mitch, Match, it's getting late. You two were supposed to be asleep a number of hours ago. Let's all just go to bed..."
"No!" Match cried defiantly, attempting to stomp him, but to no avail. She harmlessly rebounded off his body. He rolled over so that they could not hop back on him. The twin fillies frowned in unison. Mitch (the green filly) started whining, and Match (the blue one) flopped over and tried to plant herself in the carpet.
"Yes. Let’s get you buggers in bed." He grabbed both of them, carrying them both back to their bed. He sat them in and tucked them in. They giggled and smiled as he did.
"I love you, Dad!" Mitch cried, throwing up her arms for a hug.
"Me too!" Match exclaimed, copying Mitch.
Colonel Heaveswood gave a big smile. It made him feel warm inside that ponies in this world could still love him. He had lost the majority of his family in one swoop, but his children still remained. He kissed them both on the forehead.
"I love the two of you both, from the bottom of my heart."
He walked out of their room and into his, "good night, Daddy!" resounding in the background. He plopped himself down on his bed and he looked at the ceiling, thinking. Despite all the crap going on in the world, there was still some hope. He thought about his late wife, her smile, how she told him to never quit with whatever he faced. He cried silent tears.
He rolled over and his feet bucked for a split second. Suddenly, he couldn't feel either of his front hooves, or his jaw. It was like a paralysis of his nerves or something of the sort. Seconds later, he felt a severe shock in his chest, followed by rapid beating in his chest and severe discomfort. He fell out of bed, crashing to the floor. He started crawling toward the door. With the last of his strength, he opened the door without magic--to not complicate his already-severe problems. He could feel his heart feel like it was about to be ripped out of his chest. Hundreds of thoughts raced through his mind.
"My fillies..." he croaked, crawling out into the hallway and to his children's room.
"They have to...be sa--" Colonel Heaveswood suddenly lost consciousness.
"Look! Daddy wants to play some more!"

Author's Note

These next few chapters will likely be more of insight on already established characters. At the end of these, then you can decide for yourself to see who is this third Kira.

Short one, on the road.

Gods Are Vicious In the Night

Sweet Pen ran for dear life, but only got a few yards or so before crashing into a shadow. The shadow went flying a few feet, landing on its back. It quickly sprang upwards and pushed Sweet Pen to the ground, constricting her throat with one hoof. The form seemed like a stallion--their body shape and grip were different than that of a mare’s. She could overpower most stallions, but this one was stronger than she had expected.

"Scream, and I will kill you more painfully." the stallion threatened. Sweet Pen could make out nothing but the vague shape of this pony and his light green eyes. His voice sounded familiar--a unique tone that only one pony she knew had.

"Colonel Pap--" she managed to squeal out, before the Colonel briskly put two hooves on both sides of her neck and stepped on her torso with his back hooves. His wings spread outward, making his shadow look more intimidating.

Trojan quickly started to wring her neck. She struggled and gasped for breath, but Trojan was stronger than he came off to be. He wrestled her downward, putting Sweet Pen in a position so that she could not move anymore. She snapped at him and let her bat instincts take over for a moment, but it was to no avail. He forced one hoof onto a pressure point on her back and another on her neck. Sweet Pen gagged and began to foam at the mouth before something unexpected happened.
Suddenly, Trojan's bright green eyes darkened as his eyes went wide. His body froze as if he was stuck in time. Shocked, Sweet Pen took the opportunity to toss Trojan off of her. His hoof went to his chest as he squinted his eyes and crumpled to the ground. He convulsed for a few seconds or so before finally losing consciousness. Sweet Pen backed away, severely shaken up. A pony had just died in front of her, and she had seen a freak monster, all in the same night?

She decided it was best she didn't walk home tonight--or fly for that matter. She walked back to the hotel that Spark was staying in. She planned on contacting Commissioner Heaveswood about this in the morning hours. She was sure he was with his children right now, anyway, and didn’t want to disturb him. She retrieved a room key and walked up the stairs.
“A-7…”

A dark form moved deeper into the shadows of the hotel alley. The stallion in a police uniform pushed up his glasses. The moon’s reflection shone off the lenses, revealing only a half of one of his eyes.
“Whoever ‘Kira’ is…” they mumbled, "they’ll be proud of my work." He took off his glasses to reveal shining red eyes, made even brighter by the moonlight. The stallion had a menacing smile on his face as he flipped his ponytail behind his shoulder.

“No one will ever expect a thing... after all, the chief security officer for the armed forces... and I'm in charge of the next city?” he grinned.

“With these Shinigami eyes… even our ‘god’ will find me of use.” he looked towards a Shinigami floating next to him.

“Silpheed. Come.” the stallion commanded, walking into the shadows as a towering figure followed him.
“Yes.” Silpheed quietly sighed and followed the pony, her six black wings flapping in unison.
"Of course, all I have to do now is find this Kira, and our alliance will be unstoppable. We will show this world true fear. With my position and his strategy, no one will stop it.” the stallion got more and more excited as he talked his way through his plan. “The damnation of the entire pony race has come! And anyone--anyone who gets in our way will die.”

Silpheed looked at him solemnly. It was apparent that she didn’t agree with the way this stallion was using the notebook at all. Their forms grew smaller and smaller as they continued through the darkened woods, until they disappeared completely.

Colonel Dynamo slept in Colonel Aryan's bed peacefully. He was banged up badly from taking two different beatings in one day. She had allowed him to sleep in her bed just this once.
Dynamo rolled over in his sleep, placing a hoof over his head momentarily, before violently twitching and putting his hoof back down. He rolled back over, facing Aryan, before his breathing returned to normal and began quietly snoring. Aryan smiled at this.

Aryan kissed his forehead and walked to the baby cradle that housed her child. She picked him up and held him tightly. He was cold. Nothing a simple blanket wouldn't fix. She put him back in the cradle, wrapping him in two layers of blankets. Lasagna didn’t breathe, just like every other night. Nothing a little imagination couldn't fix. Aryan wept.

A white-coated doctor rushed through the halls of the infirmary, levitating a clipboard. He slipped past nurses, stretchers, and resuscitators, muttering "excuse me" absently. The doctor pushed open two large doors that led to an operation table with a green unicorn on it, nurses surrounding him. The nurses took off the green pony’s uniform and gave him chest compressions. Another nurse attached a plastic mouthpiece over his muzzle for mouth-to-mouth rescue.

"When did you all find him?" the doctor demanded, giving a signal for them to back off. He pulled his stethoscope out and put it against the stallion's chest. Thank Celestia, he could hear a faint beating. The nurses, despite his command, kept working. Understandable--the pony was barely breathing.
"Keep working on him!" The nurses instantly obeyed and continued the chest compressions. He turned backwards and stroked his chin, squinting his eyes in deep thought.
The doctor knew that a horse had one of the strongest hearts of any animal, and knowing Colonel Heaveswood personally, he knew he was a strong stallion. If anyone should be able to survive such a massive heart attack, he'd put his bits on him. His strength physically and mentally were ridiculous, but weren’t surprising, considering who his character was, and what he had been through.
The doctor walked outside, his doctor’s coat flowing behind him. Two twin foals slept in the waiting room, one on top of the other. He smiled and patted their heads. Their dad should be all right. They moved ever so slightly, their breathing unsteady from sobbing in their sleep. They must've been worried sick. He removed his hoof and turned back around, filled with determination. He had to bring their father back for them. He turned around and trotted back to the large room, the lights blaring harshly into his face. He looked towards the table to see Heaveswood's outstretched body.
Colonel Heaveswood's breathing had come back, but he was still somewhat unable to move. His eyes fluttered ever so slightly. He tilted his head the best he could to look at the team that had just successfully brought him back from the light.

"Okay, everyone, nice work." the doctor concluded, clapping his hooves together. He signaled the nurses to leave the premises and to provide their assistance elsewhere. They filed out of the cold room and left in different directions. Most went towards the intensive care unit. He sat in a swivel chair located to the right of the good Colonel. Colonel Heaveswood shifted his head towards the doctor and smirked. He recognized that face. He would from anywhere.

"Siegfried... is that you?" he murmured, smiling. Siegfried was an old friend of his. They had had biochemistry with each other back in the college days and used to cheat off each other's tests, though no one would have expected either of them to fall to such a low act.
“Yeah, Heaveswood. You just suffered a major heart attack.” Siegfried mumbled nervously, attempting to stretch his point without causing panic. His friend panicking at a time like this was the last thing that needed to happen.

“W--what? But--”

“Stop yourself, you don't need any more stress. However, I’ll answer your concern, seeing as I believe I already know what it is. No, it doesn't seem like it was Kira's doing, otherwise you’d be dead right now. It seems to be a stress-and-depression-induced heart attack.” he said, tapping his chin.
"That's… I don't want to say good, but it's good to know it wasn't Kira. And my children... they are all right, right?" Heaveswood asked, worried.

"Yes, actually, they discovered you. They thought you were joking at first, but noticed that you wouldn't move after they tried to get a response out of you. It must have been quite scarring, honestly. They carried you down a flight of stairs and a few blocks before somepony found them. You have some really good fillies, H." Siegfried smiled at the touching situation. It was one of the things that gave him hope in a world full of death. Colonel Heaveswood smiled, a single tear escaping from him as he turned his head. It was just another thing that would keep him going.

"Due to this heart attack, however, I don't want you working on the Kira case."

"What? Why?" he exclaimed, clenching his chest a bit.

"Calm yourself... See, this is exactly why I don't want you working on it. You need to stay off your hooves for at least a week. I'm sure the other officers can handle this."

"But... I'm the commissioner!"

"Speaking of police matters, aside from your kids, there's somepony here to see you." Siegfried said, using his free hoof to open the door to the room. A white unicorn mare with a luxurious purple mane walked into the room, the fur around her eyes noticeably darker from crying.
“And what do I owe the pleasure of an Element of Harmony?” Heaveswood asked in a welcoming, yet tough tone. He had to ease up on his “police officer persona.”

“Hello, Colonel Heaveswood. I have a crime I would like to report.”

Author's Note

I have to wonder. How many refer neves have you guys caught on to? I'm curious.

The Beginning of the End

Nightmare Moonlit stared at the television, eyes bucked. So many deaths had happened in one night. And he coincidentally just hadn't touched the Death Note that day. He wasn't doing anything but hanging out with Rarity and Sweetie Belle at the Boutique. It couldn't have been Lawrence could it? No, he had called him earlier and told him to not make any unnecessary movements...

"I literally didn't do anything." He said facing Ryuuk, who responded by shrugging his shoulder comedically. He took a sip of his caramel frosted frappuchino. The bitterness helped him to relax in times of extreme stress such as these. He placed two sugar cubes into the coffee, which quickly began to dissolve into the dark caffeine mixture. He mixed it swiftly with his magic and began to slowly but surely take sip after sip awaiting Ryuuk's response.

"Neither did I."

"I can piece together that much you sarcastic ass." He commented, rolling his eyes. Yet another Death Note user? What exactly was on this one's agenda? He obviously must've done this to attract his attention. It's the only possible explanation. But what does this user want with him? Could he or she possibly be an ally?

"Oh yeah, by the way Nightmare, Rarity is at the hospital right now." Ryuk figured if he told him that piece of info he would get an apple when he went to town the next day.

"Is this 'Don't tell Nightmare anything day?'" Nightmare asked irritated. "Did she get hurt?"

"No, no, she's telling Colonel Heaveswood about the Death Note."

Nightmare dropped his coffee mug onto the tile floor, where it burst into multiple shards, the coffee starting to fill the cracks in between the tiles. Nightmare stared at the mess for a full minute before finally making a movement.

"That Idiot!!" Nightmare hopped from his couch and weaved around the coffee table to get to the stairs. He rushed down them, missing a stair or two on the way down and came upon a bookcase. He tugged at three different books in order and the bookcase began to slide backwards, revealing a tiny room with another bookcase and a single desk with a light and microscope.

Nightmare came upon the desk,sitting himself down and looking into the Death Note, trying to find any signs of tampering. He shifted the microscope carefully over every page that had not already been written on, closely zooming into he edges and the craves between the pages, to make sure no pages or pieces thereof had been ripped out either.

"Good." He commented, finding no signs that any pages had been removed or added. Ryuuk cut through the wall next to him and looked down at Nightmare. Sweat was filling his brow as he clinched his teeth.

Nightmare levitated a feather quill dipped in ink and began to write into the note. He showed little to no hesitation in his writing. He didn't even write on a line, he wrote sloppily across the page. His writing was panicked and unorganized.

R-A-R-I-T-Y B-E-L-L-E

Ryuuk's already large eyes grew wider in amazement. "You'd really kill her?"

"You idiot! Shes in my way! And I can't kill Colonel Heaveswood I don't know his first name! Even if I did if he died right after the heart attack got broadcasted it'd pinpoint Kira as having done it!" He exclaimed, finishing the final stroke of how she would die. Ryuk backed up a bit, surprised. He turned his head from the page to face Ryuuk. His expression changed to a crazed one, a very angry face that took even Ryuuk back. The last time anyone had treated him like this was back in the human world.

Nightmares anger radiated from his face as his eyes seemed to turn to a darker shade of red.

"Right... My mistake." Apologized Ryuuk.

Ryuuk, feeling the situation was akward, slipped back into the wall he had come from.

Nightmare glanced at the Roman wall clock he had in his study.

30 more seconds.

A knock came at Nightmare's door from upstairs. Raising his eyebrow, he slipped from his study and came back up the stairs. He figured whoever this was wouldn't come down there anyways. He used magic to open the door. Standing in his doorway was a police pony. His uniform was different than the ones that were in his city. He had a single ponytail yellow mane that was slung over his left shoulder.

The officer pulled out his badge. "Colonel Sycamore Gavin with the New Horse City police department. We need to talk." Nightmare's expression drooped to a more serious one.

"And to what is it do I owe the pleasure, Colonel?" Nightmare asked rendering a salute.

Sycamore grabbed his hoof and put it down. Nightmare felt a pulsation go through his body.

"W-was that...?"

Suddenly a large black human-like figure appeared behind him, clothed in all black with flowing green hair. This Shinigami was a bit easier to distinguish as a female than the others, from her breast size and more slender figure. She was also very beautiful, Nightmare being taken aback by how a Shinigami could possibly be beautiful.

"Your right Colonel. We do need to talk."

Meanwhile, the Attorney General had finally awoken from his chloroform-induced slumber. He had started transit back home, unsure of what had exactly happened before hand. He had noticed however, that his Death Note was on the ground in a puddle next to him, obviously not where he had left it. He would have to. Check for signs of tampering later.

He stuffed the killer notebook into his pocket, glancing around him to make sure no one was looking at him. He scratched himself behind his mane as he boarded the train back to his office.

Some thirty minutes later, he had arrived in his office. It was around 2:00 AM, so every other employee had turned in for the day. He turned on the lights to his office, to see everything ransacked. His shelves were left in a messy disorganized manner, his computer was completely flipped onto its side and all the drawers were open. The only thing not broken into was his safe, which lie behind a painting of all the previous Attorney Generals of Equestria all having coffee together.

"Damn. I can't even call the authorities. They'll get suspicious of the safe. And that's where I normally hide the Notebook." He thought aloud quietly. He started to pick up files and papers from the floor, levitating them back on until respective shelves. He pulled his seat back up with his front hooves and straightened out his desktop computer.

He booted the computer up, the computer turning completely white with only three words in the middle of the screen in the Old English Font.

"All Data Deletion"

Lawrence, panicked, arose from his seat and rushed into the secretary's offices and booted up that computer.

"All Data Deletion"

"Damn it!!"

Out of frustration, he tossed the computer off the desk, it crashing onto the marble floor. He dug through the drawer next to him and flung out the master key, fumbling it through his hooves before flinging it into the qHigh Prosecutor's Office keyhole and slamming open the door. He quickly knocked the chair out of the way and began attempting to log into that computer.

"Damn it!!!"

All Data Deletion

Lawrence slammed his hoof into the desk.

"Damn it! Damn it!! DAMN IT!" If these are off the rest of them are off!"

His cell phone then began to ring, playing "Finale" from his favorite game soundtrack.

"God..." He muttered, eyes wide. "Yes, God?"

"Yes. This is Nightmare. This is you right?"

"Yes, God."

"What is this 'All Data Deletion'?"

"I don't know God. Something happened, our criminal database is deleted..."

"And is this effecting all government computers or just these?"

"If these are off, every other government computer is off."

"Alright. Stay by your phone." Nightmare then hung up.

"Gavin, we're going to the Attorney General's office."

"You wasting my time?" Gavin asked, cocking his head as Nightmare tossed on his dress coat.

"No. We have business." Nightmare replied, flinging open the door and rushing outside his house.

Gavin flanked him, his red eyes illuminating the dark in front of him. He pocketed his Notebook and steadied his step as they walked into the night.

"So..." A yellow pony sat in the middle of a train set, it was very advanced, smoke even emanating from the top of it, moving in a complete circle before it began to restructure itself as the robot that L had with her on the day of the meeting. Spark's eyes glowed a tinted yellow in her dark room. "It's begun." She said as the computer behind her showed the words:

All Data Deletion

Author's Note

So it's now time for the three Kira's to meet. What will become of it?

Missing Element

Rarity's death had not been made public. The fashion industry's big wigs had been told that she was going to take a hiatus from designing due to a recent burnout. However, the five remaining Elements of Harmony were not as much left in the dark. They were told mere minutes after it happened, most of them being asleep around the time that it happened.

Four ponies sat in Twilight's castle's main room, one seat being barren with three diamonds scrawled onto it. Another also did not have an occupant, one with three pink butterflies on the seat. The room had a depressing undertone to it, with each of the ponies having an equally depressing mood about them.

Pinkie Pie's mane had lost its puffiness and her head lie onto the table motionless, aside from the few hiccups from her constant crying arising.

Rainbow Dash had her hood on the table, looking downward, her body shivering in silent anger. Her teeth were clenched and jaws locked, as she thought that she could have done something to stop this.

Fluttershy did not even bother to show up to the meeting. She had not been seen come out of her house since she had gotten the news from her local police deputy.

Applejack was in much the same condition as Rainbow Dash, angered at thinking that she could have done something. Unlike Rainbow Dash, however, she knew she couldn't have done anything even if she was in the area. How could she, or any of the other ponies stop a God?

"We need to see Interpol." Princess Twilight Sparkle herself announced from the middle seat. "I have received information from Princess Celestia that Interpol has been looking into the Kira case and may have information."

"Oh what'll that even do? She's gone." Pinkie said solemnly, so different from her normal personality that it gave Twilight chills.

"We have to try SOMETHING." Applejack said, finally looking forward.

"What's the point?" Pinkie questioned, her raising her head to reveal black under her eyes and the area around them becoming very wrinkled.

"Whomever or WHATever killed her may have information on getting her back. I refuse to believe that ponies just drop dead for no rhyme or reason." Twilight said, attempting to snap Pinkie out of her depressive trance.

Pinkie didn't even bother to respond, instead simply leaning back in her seat.

"And that, is why I took the liberty of inviting a member of the Interpol to our meetings."

A figure, as if on cue, then began to make her voice heard from a corner of the room. She walked from the shadows of the corner, her goggles gleaming from the lighting. Her vibrant yellow coat sticking out against the cool colors of the castle. She stepped fully out, the bite sized robot following closely behind her.

"Nightmare Moonlit." She declares.

"As in Rarity's stallionfriend Nightmare? Dark Side? Major Moonlit?" Pinkie asked, peeking her head up.

"Yes. And my reasoning is as follows. As we probably all know, Rarity herself died trying to be the Good Samaritan she is. She went to report Nightmare for the crimes he has committed. It would only make sense that Dark Side himself would want her taken care of because of that."

"But how would he had even known where she'd been There's no possible way? Is there?" Applejack asked.

"I suspect either somepony was shadowing her that day or..."

There was a long pause.

"...a Shinigami. Or a God of Death, whichever you prefer."

"What?!"

"Don't talk stupid!" Rainbow Dash finally screeched. "Twilight! You want us to put our trust into this crazy pony?!"

"You can call me whatever you like." She said, shrugging her shoulders and taking a plopping a strawberry lollipop in her mouth. She glanced over at Twilight, who was staring back at her with a cold hard expression on her face.

"I can judge that by the fact that I had a bug placed on Nightmare's coat pocket, nano sized actually. Feel free to take a listen if you want."

Spark pulled out a transceiver, which then began to play various phrases.

"Ryuuk. What is it?"

"....notebook...."

"She's in my way!"

Spark cut the transceiver off. "From what I can infer, he's not talking to any normal pony. There's no known pony named Ryuuk, and I checked the hoof print database just in case, which needless to say yielded no results. So...I can only assume he's talking to a creature not of this world. A creature not unlike Discord."

"D-discord?" Pinkie asked in a shaken voice.

"Yes. Ryuuk must be something that only certain ponies can see, or only ponies he chooses to reveal him or herself too may see it. That's the most plausible information that I gathered, from this and the accounts given be Colonel Dynamo Pad and Lieutenant Colonel Aryan Blues, who are both officers in Interpol, mind you."

"Is there anything those two did to "see" that there God of Death?" Applejack asked, now becoming more interested in the current conversation.

"Apparently, leading to my next point, they both touched a notebook. Something by the title of a 'Death Note', which Nightmare himself mentioned multiple times during the days he was tapped. This can only mean that notebook is how he kills, and he's hidden it."

The temperature in the room seemed to drop another thirty degrees, the cold caressing the faces of the members of the room. The shocking revelation did nothing to soothe the minds of the heartbroken ponies, and instead instilled fear into their already damaged psyche. A God of Death? A notebook that kills people? Could it be real?

The next day the sun had risen very slowly as if Celestia was getting slower and slower at her job. When the sun fully rose into the sky Celestia flew back down to Canterlot, landing in her castle. She tucked her wings in as a group of three ponies, unicorns and a pegasus, appeared before her. One had an Equestrian Royal Guard dress uniform on, one had a EPD Police Dress Uniform on, and one with a simple tuxedo and tie on.

She recognized one out of the bunch greatly, Attorney General Lawrence Sawyer. He, Celestia, and the rest of the princesses had dinner a few times throughout the past year, when crime was at its most active. Their conversations were over new laws to enact, but ever since the criminals started dropping like flies there was nothing to seriously talk about between them. As a result, she hasn't seen or talked to the Attorney General since.

The unicorn standing to the right of the Attorney General had an Equestrian Royal Guard uniform on, akin to the one worn by Shining Armor. His ranks glistened in the little sunlight that illuminated the room. He had a messy mane, some of it clumped together in a loose ponytail in the back.

The Pegasus standing next to him was in a fully black uniform with a tie and a pair of shades. He had four ribbons perfectly placed above his right breast pocket and his ranks also shined. He had a constant intimidating expression on his face, looking Celestia in the eye at all times. His yellow mane was tied into a neater ponytail than Nightmare's, and was double-knotted, and tossed over his right shoulder. His eyes Emanated a dark red color, him seeing Celestia's full name and the number of days left for her.

Gavin scooted closer to Nightmare and mumbled something inaudible to Celestia, aside from a few words.

"74 days."

"My name is Major Nightmare Moonlit."

"Good morning Major." Celestia said, giving a salute to which Nightmare returned.

"With the recent death of the Commandant of he Equestrian Royal Guard and his Sergeant Major...and the rest of the major officers...the Attorney General has signed all the warrants, and, I, Nightmare Moonlit, will take the spot of the Commandant in this dire time, and I will be taking Colonel Sycamore Gavin as my Sergeant Major."

"Why would you want to REDUCE Sycamore Gavin?" Celestia asked quizzically. "Isn't that counterproductive?"

"Reason being I need someone in charge of the enlisted sector of the ERG." He answered, looking over at Sycamore, who agreed with his eyes closed.

The Attorney General stood watching. He knew that since there was no one else possibly able to do the job that this was her best option at this point. What else was she going to do? Shining Armor had his own kingdom to run, and even there, Crystal Ponies were not faring any better than the normal ponies on his end of things, them still getting killed by the notebooks. Oh, what will she do?

Celestia was in awe of how quickly this had all happened. The general officers of her Royal Guard began dying some weeks ago, and she was in desperate need of replacements. However, nopony would fill the position for fear of death. The fact that these two came from nowhere to take this positions was appalling, and nonetheless suspicious at that.

The Attorney General stepped forward with six signed sheets of paper and a pair of ranks. He lie them in front of the steps.

"I have approved of everything. The only thing left is for you to pin the ranks on and allow him to assume his position as head of the Equestrian Royal Guard."

"To fight against Kira you need someone who is willing to step forward. And so far it looks like..." He looked around as if looking for anyone who would step up. "...I'm the only one."

Celestia flew down her steps and landed in front of Nightmare. Clouds had begun looking outside as a light rain began to tap agains the stain glass windows, making the glass art look dark and depressing.

Nightmare looked up at Celestia with a confident look on his face.

Celestia took the papers and ranks from the Attorney General. "Understand this is only temporary Nightmare." She glared down at him, considerably disgusted at how he took such a tragedy into his advantage. His mare-friend died yesterday and all he wants is to be the Commandant of the Royal Guard?"

"Of course." He snickered getting himself into the position of attention, Sycamore Gavin coming beside him.

"Just know this Nightmare. I do not like you."

"Back at you."

Nightmare assumed the positron of attention, finally getting himself fully stiff. Sycamore did the same thing, looking straightforward.

"To all you who shall see this presents greeting." She began with an unsure look on her face. This had all come so suddenly it was almost too coincidental for its own good. If only she didn't need a commander to look into this so badly. "Know ye that reposing special trust and confidence in the fidelity, loyalty, judgement, and leadership abilities of Major Nightmare Moonlit and Colonel Sycamore Gavin, I do appoint Nightmare Moonlit a Lieutenant General and I reduce Colonel Sycamore Gavin to Sergeant Major of the Equestrian Royal Guard..."

Her speech echoed in the halls of the royal palace, clouds getting darker outside as thunder began to rumble and lightning a crashed outside.

Nightmare's ranks, unlike normal did not glisten. The silver of his ranks shined even when not hit with direct sunlight. He took a bow, and with his new Sergeant Major, left the room, with the largest smile on his face that he's ever made.

"God" and his two "hands" all walked through the dark halls of the palace. It's time to show this world what happens when you screw with Lieutenant General Nightmare Moonlit.

Author's Note

And with that, Nightmare gains even more power over things, even to the point of commanding the Royal Guard. What will the Mane 5 do to counter this?

Remorse?

Sycamore Gavin set his uniquely gray Death Note onto his couch and sat down on a green rug in his home. He lay back, staring at the ceiling fan rotating.

"Why didn’t you tell those two about the rules?" Silpheed asked, entering his peripheral vision.

"Oh, it doesn't matter." Sycamore said. "The less they know, the less of a possibility it is for my information to get leaked."

Silpheed picked up the gray Death Note and opened it. She glanced over all of the rules in it, seeing so much information that would've been potentially valuable.

"The less they know, the better. If they knew any details of this one, they’d know mine is different. Especially the rules portion."

"They don't know that you cannot die by a Death Note...?"

"Each time my name is written in a Death Note, a year is subtracted from my life, blah blah blah, yeah, that. That'd be bad if they knew that, they'd just have to write my name a crapload of times in one of their notebooks, assuming they'd ever want to kill me."

"And the fact you can kill multiple people at once without writing all names..."

“At the expense of a month of my life.” Sycamore finished. “Yeah, you were there when I took out those grunts in the bar. I had to punish those idiots, after all.” Sycamore responded, taking his remote control from under his couch into his mouth. “I didn't feel it needed to be explained that my Death Note was different.”

“Different?”

“The only one that requires anypony who wants to see you, to touch it to do so, whereas every other one just requires you to touch any Death Note. That couldn't possibly be used to our advantage, anyway.”

“But you should tell them eventually, if you actually care.” Silpheed sighed, closing her eyes and shaking her head at him.
"Oh, don't try to play that card. I care, I'm just waiting for the right time to reveal the extra rules." he said nonchalantly, turning on the flat screen. He flipped to the news, thinking he should probably watch the news to see if any idiots had committed a crime they’d regret. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was around five in the afternoon.

"Breaking News! Lieutenant Colonel Aryan Blues of the Hoovington Police Department has been arrested in connection with the arson of a local bar and the murders of four ponies. A police commander's uniform was found at the scene, one only those of that rank can wear." The reporter pegasus spoke into the microphone. The view flipped to an interview with the Interpol Police Commissioner.

"It pains me to do this, but she's the only commandant who was in the area at the time." Commander Heaveswood said, his eyes downcast. Silpheed perked up.

"Isn't that the police pony that drove Major into behaving recklessly?" she questioned.

“Nightmare.”

“What?”

“Um, he’s ‘Nightmare’ now. He hates being called ‘Major,’ now that he’s the Royal Guard’s Commander. He thinks it takes away from his status.” Sycamore rolled his eyes. Silpheed looked thoughtful.

“I suppose it makes sense… his first name does certainly sound like the intimidating god he perceives himself to be.” she mused.

“Whatever. That Aryan’s gonna die for making Maj--Nightmare do that stupid stuff.”

Sycamore grabbed his Death Note, but after a moment, he carefully placed it back on the couch. Silpheed cocked her head, showing her confusion.

"I can't kill her with my Death Note… I kind of want that month of my life." he responded, implying one of the different rules. "Damn!" Sycamore quickly grabbed his trench coat, threw it on hastily, and opened the door. He plunged outside and was surprised with an unnaturally cold breeze. It was the middle of summer, why was there a breeze that chilly? He ignored it and stepped outside. Looking at the sky, he remembered that the weather-ponies had predicted a partly cloudy sky with a 5% chance of rain. Sycamore, realizing his distraction, shook the unrelated thought from his head and began to jog down to the train station. He dodged past some signs and noticed that hardly anyone was in the street. Was it because of the Kira predicament, or Rarity's death?

"Well, I'd imagine that ponies would be scared for their life, since an Element of Harmony could be killed by Kira." the racing stallion mumbled to himself.

There was a funeral procession for Rarity that day. Her being an Element of Harmony, there were thousands in attendance. The most notable members were the other Elements, Discord, the Interpol Investigation Team, and Lieutenant General Nightmare Moonlit himself.

The crowd was split into two in the middle of a sunlight-bathed field. Red ropes separated both halves and a purple carpet was laid in the middle. Heavily armored ERG members carried Rarity's casket on their backs. The casket was made of silver and had diamond encrusted rims. A blanket with her cutie mark embroidered on it covered the top.

The new Commandant of the Royal Guard was near the front of the crowd, with Attorney General Lawrence Sawyer next to him. The two tucked their heads downward, feigning sadness. Nightmare, out of simple respect for the event, decided to wear his formal purple tuxedo to the program. Twilight and her friends were in front of the grave pit, where the casket was to be lowered into the ground. Most of them cried silent tears, but Pinkie sobbed loudly without any thought to whatever anypony else thought of her.

Pinkie suddenly galloped at the casket and tried to climb on top of it, screaming the name of her deceased friend as a river of tears streamed down her face. Two armored guards grabbed her and took her back up to the heightened land that the rest of her friends stood on, making sure to take extra care in placing her down gently.

Nightmare couldn't say he cared much for how the other ponies felt about the passing of Rarity, but he would be lying if he said he did not feel any remorse for what he did. The fact that he did it almost without a second thought didn't help matters.

No, no, he couldn't feel any remorse for anything he did… That's how idiots who did things like this screwed up. The irritated stallion tapped his hoof lightly as the Equestrian National Anthem began to play. Everypony bowed their heads, save for him. Instead, he looked straight forward. This National Anthem should have been the Moonlit National Anthem.

Nightmare thought back to when his father first told him the story of his noble clan. Unicorns wanted to be the race to rule the land and attempted a coup-de-tat against Not-Yet-Alicorn-Celestia. Celestia, receiving the “magic of friendship” from her own friends, sealed away, his grandfather, in their final battle, wanted to decide who would claim Equestria: the unicorns of the Moonlit clan, whose ideals were that the strongest should rule. Point blank, period. Celestia thought that all ponies should live together in peace and harmony: hence why that conflict started initially. Needless to say, in the end, Celestia and her own assistants proved more powerful and claimed Equestria, banishing the remainder of the Moonlit clan to the mountainsides next to Hoovington. Since then, only a few ponies of the clan were alive, or at the very least, known to be.
His clan was noble. The fiercest fighters in all of Equestria. Who was better fit to rule a land, besides them? An alicorn that could only raise the sun and banish other ponies? Surely, they could make better leaders.

And that's what he planned to show everypony else…

Nightmare was a traditionalist. He held to the original goal his clan had, and planned to stick with it. True, he thought evil was the scum of the world--and he still did. However, after all evil was eradicated, he had one other ulterior motive. Genocide… of all earth and pegasus ponies. Continuing his grandfather's legacy, mass-murders, whatever you would call it, that was what he truly wanted.

Up until now, he thought that it was all he wanted. But he just couldn't help but feel remorse for Rarity. This pony had loved him. She had held her tongue about it for so long, defending him of any accusations and believing in him.

No! She had also tried to betray him, and if she really cared about him, why would she attempt to interrupt his conquest? It made no sense…

But was what he doing truly justice? Was his supreme plan really justice?

Just some miles away, Sycamore Gavin boarded a train to the funeral site. He rushed into his seat, sitting down anxiously. Sycamore fidgeted, trying to make the ride go by quicker. The one uncomfortable thing with his Shinigami eyes was that he saw thousands of names every day. He had a hard time remembering just one, and in fact, about twenty names were floating around him at that very moment. They must have come from a far-away city, or didn’t know of Rarity's death. Some ponies didn't have television, and were extreme introverts anyway.

He closed his eyes and tucked his head into his chest, squirming and trying to get rid of his dizzying feeling.
"Hey… uh… are you okay?"

His eyes darted to the voice’s direction: a grey mare with a dusty-blonde mane and wall-eyes.

“Yes, yes I'm fine.” Sycamore said hurriedly. “Just a little claustrophobic is all.”

“That's all right, I am too. I remember, one time when my mom…”

Sycamore groaned softly in annoyance as the uncomfortable train ride continued.

As the anthem ended, it snapped Nightmare out of his mental argument. He looked upwards to see a group of solemn unicorns setting the casket into the pit. Many ponies began to weep.

Nightmare shook his head, tilting his head into his tuxedo where the right shoulder area was beginning to stain. His breathing began to get unsteady for a moment.

Lawrence turned towards Nightmare, who ignored him and looked upwards towards the gray sky. A single tear streamed from his right eye. The clouds began to release rain into the crowd of ponies.

“Just the rain, Attorney-General. Just the rain.”

Author's Note

Are those crocodile tears? Will Sycamore reach Nightmare before he forgets the name?

GOD

Nightmare began to walk away from the funeral procession, getting away from the rain--plus he had to get across this whole regret thing, be it real or not. He was known as the first to arrive to ceremonies and the last to leave. His coat and mane were completely soaked by the pitter-patter of the rain. It had completely drowned the grass before him, and, as a result, left nothing but a muddy sludge in its wake.

He approached Rarity's grave, her body buried underneath mounds of dirt. The rain began to pick up pace, beating at his face. However, his bearing remained intact. Nightmare looked down at the grave, finally reading the tombstone’s engraving.

Here lies Rarity Belle, an influential fashion designer, a caring big sister, and the best friend anypony could ask for

Nightmare gritted his teeth. He couldn't help but feel bad. He had taken somepony's friend. Somepony's child. Somepony's big sister. His teeth began to grind against each other as the rain penetrated his mane and soaked through his tux. It punished the single flower that was sprouting out of the grave. Nightmare shook his head, trying to get these thoughts out of his head.

Everypony else had left the funeral grounds, including the Attorney General. He stood there alone, the raining saddening the already-depressing mood. The feel of being alone was weird. Just him and Rarity... or what was her at least.

"Well, Rarity… It seems divine judgement has been placed upon you." Nightmare walked under a cherry blossom tree near the tomb. He continued to look at the grave. It looked pitiful, as a pony of such beauty being reduced to nothing but a decaying body in the dirt.

"It looks like you've lost. You decide to conspire against me, and you paid the ultimate price. Attacking me is an attack on God. And those who attack God must be made an example of." Nightmare’s face curled into a snarl and he slammed his hoof against the tree, making the blossom petals burst from their respective spots and create a storm of pink. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

“Almost as beautiful as you, Rarity.” he finished his thought. “But...you played the game and you lost. That's the in-and-out of it.” Nightmare turned from the grave, the water rolling from his face and the cherry blossoms fluttering graciously in the wind. It seemed as if the blossoms were an attempt to lighten up the situation.

Nightmare began to walk away from the grave, walking only a few yards before he saw that he wasn't alone. A small pony--a filly, really--was lying in the grass some yards away from him. He tried to make the pony out, but the rain clouded his vision to the point that he couldn't see anything further than a few feet ahead of him. He approached the figure and saw that it was a sobbing Sweetie Belle, curled into a fetal position. She looked beyond miserable.

Nightmare took off his tuxedo and wrapped it around her. He had always had a soft spot for Sweetie Belle. She was the only pony that he would refuse to kill. He pulled her close to him, shielding her from the onslaught of the storm.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure you’re taken care of… you can even come live with me, if you want to." he whispered gently as she wrapped her hooves around him, shivering. Nightmare wrapped the clothing around her head and slung her on his back, walking back into town with her.

Minutes later, a distressed Sycamore Gavin arrived at the burial site. He began looking for Nightmare but had no luck at all.

"Damn it..." he muttered. He looked into the muddied field to see a set of hoof prints. Instinctively, he followed them. They led through a nearby forest and into the city of Saddle Arabia. Unquestioningly, he continued his search in that city.

The city’s population was few and far between. Like every other city, it had little to no ponies on the streets at all. The entirety of Equestria was in mourning for the fallen hero.

Saddle Arabia, as the name would imply, was a hot and humid area. However, today, it was raining just as hard as everywhere else. It was as if the sky was weeping for Rarity. The clouds’ darkness shadowed the entire city. Sycamore glanced at a sign near the city’s entrance. It only displayed a single phrase:
Saddle Arabia - Police Commissioner, Colonel Trojan Papyrus

Sycamore's eyes widened. He began to frantically run through the streets in search of Nightmare, before running past him and Sweetie Belle in the Saddle Arabia Precinct. He skidded to a stop and charged into the building, lightning flashing. He huffed dramatically as the ponies inside looked at him in awe. A gust of wind blew in before him, fluttering his trenchcoat.

Nightmare turned around at the commotion to see Sycamore standing in the doorway of the Precinct. Sweetie Belle's expression changed worriedly as the wet and miserable unicorn approached Nightmare. Nightmare stopped filing the papers and looked over his shoulder.

"The name of that cop..." Sycamore mumbled into Nightmare's ear, assuming he would know what he was talking about.

"Go on." Nightmare raised his eyebrow.

"Aryan Blues."

Nightmare nodded his head in confirmation as he looked forward from the desk he had previously signed papers at. Behind the rest of the desks was a row of prison cells. One prison cell containing Aryan Blues, who was staring straight at Nightmare.

Aryan peered through the cell bars and realized Nightmare was looking directly at her. She utterly panicked and pounded her hooves against the bars, screaming.

"That’s Kira! THAT'S KIRA, SOMEPONY ARREST HIM! HE'S GONNA--he’s gonna kill me, somepony help--" Aryan shrieked, her terror bringing tears down her cheeks. Guards darted in, seemingly out of nowhere and opened the cell, entering only to restrain her.

The two guards held her down to the floor and began to buckle her hooves behind her back, tying her back hooves together as well. She put up a valiant struggle, but to no avail. She was left as nothing more than a pathetic mare on the floor.

"Well… I'll be damned." Nightmare remarked. The secretary looked at him confusedly. He waved his hoof from side to side, indicating she need not worry. Nightmare pulled out the scrap of the notebook he had hidden in his ear for times like this. He placed it down onto the counter.

"What is that for, may I ask?" the secretary asked lightly.

"I have to write down the number of this precinct. After I take her home I'll need to finish all the paperwork there, anyway. Remember to take these to your Police Commissioner, so I can be her legal guardian. But in the meantime, I need to write this number."

"I'm sorry, but our Police Commissioner has recently passed of a heart attack."

Nightmare’s eyes shot wide open. He hadn't done it, and he had even instructed the Attorney-General not to write the names of any key players in the criminal law industry. Nightmare glared backwards at Sycamore, who was staring back in shock. It was obvious Sycamore hadn’t had a hoof in this, either.
"Is that a friend of yours?" the secretary nosily asked. Nightmare sighed. This secretary wasn't gonna get off his back.

“We could go with that, but may I at least finish this?”

The secretary nodded, and Nightmare lightly scrawled ‘Aryan Blues.’

He stared at Aryan with a sadistic smile plastered on his face. She stared back, overcome, with wide eyes and tears steadily streaming down her face. When a smile crawled across Nightmare's face once more, she began to squirm again as a possible way to stop her death. This time, she was beginning to try to gnaw at the bars.

"Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine…" Nightmare counted down. The clock ticked to forty seconds.

"Well, Aryan, it looks like I've won!"

Author's Note

I have one more chapter before I have no more left and will have to go back to writing. Hope you enjoyed Nightmare's slow decent into a mixture of remorse. Could he possibly have a mental condition?

Two Times

"Why...?" Nightmare muttered, his body shivering. Sweetie Belle was hugging his leg and asking what's wrong with him. He was stuck in a trance, staring at Aryan, who was still flopping around. He looked back over his shoulder again, Sycamore looking just as confused and distraught as him. Silpheed was floating right next to him, her expression, like most other Shinigami, being unchanged.

Everything in the vicinity seemed to slow in time for Nightmare. The ticking of the clock reverberated in his ears. He counted each of the seconds, hoping that any of those seconds would be Aryan's last.

Aryan stared blankly at Nightmare, who had just been, moments earlier, proclaiming his victory, but for whatever reason it turned out to be short lived. She could've cried, buts he wasn't out of the deep water yet, he was still there.

"Are you two okay?" The secretary asked, tilting her head. She took part of the papers that Nightmare had been signing just beforehand. She put some sort of stamp on them, and started to pack up for the night.

"Y-yeah. I was just lost in thought as all." Nightmare responded, doing his best to finish the paperwork calmly. His eyes darted from side to side, even glancing back at the wall clock as he wondered if forty seconds had truly passed

Why didn't she die? Is this the wrong piece of paper? Or...did somepony else write her name down too, freeing her from being killed by the notebook? There has to be some reasonable explanation.

He signed the last paper, whipping his pen across the paper. He submitted them to the small mail slot next to him. He put Sweetie Belle back onto his back and motioned for Sycamore to follow. They began to walk together outside in the pounding rain.

Nightmare kept a straightforward look on his face. He was at a loss of words. Was the piece of the notebook inert? Did they not work unless around the Death Note? There were way too many possibilities. There were so many rules in that notebook that he just did not want to read them all.

Neither one of them said anything to the other, due to the presence of Sweetie Belle. Sweetie was lying on Nightmare's back, hooves wrapped across his neck like a sock monkey, her breathing bouncing her up and down lightly on his back.

About an hour and a train ride later, they arrived at Nightmare's little house on the outskirts of Hoovington. Nightmare took Sweetie into the house, setting her down in his bedroom and instructing her to go to sleep, as it was around 9 at night.

Nightmare stepped outside, where Sycamore was standing in the dark rain, his Shinigami eyes illuminating the dark. He could see the look of discomfort on Nughtmare's face.

"Why didn't she die, Sycamore?" Nightmare kicked the conversation off. He turned around, refusing to face Sycamore. The rain mercilessly bombarded the two, who, without cover, were used as target practice for the rain.

"I honestly don't know." Sycamore responded, lowering his head.

"It is most likely that a third Death Note user has written the name down." Silpheed responded, entering both of their view from the darkness. There was little light in the area due to it being on the outskirts and all.

"A third user? You mean Lawrence Sawyer don't you?"

"Never did I say that, nor am I prepared to make that assertion." Silpheed replied brushing her hand across her black robe.

Nightmare whipped his head away from her and pulled out his cell phone. The rain made the buttons very sticky, but he still managed.

"God?" Nightmare heard Lawrence's voice on the other end.

"You did not write any other names in the Death Note today now did you?" Nightmare demanded angrily.

The other side of the line went quiet for a quick moment, before Lawrence was heard gritting his teeth together.

"Lawrence! Answer me! Now!"

"I-I saw her name on the television... It was the exact made that you described to me...I thought you weren't in the position to write her nam God!" He shakily explained, dropping his phone in the process. Thunder crashed outside, illuminating the area around Nightmare's house.

Sycamore could see the severe look of anger on Nightmare's face. His face was curled into a wrinkled angered expression. His eyes seemed to be a darker shade of red than usual, and he was beginning to crush the sides of the phone with his hoof.

Nightmare hung up on Lawrence, allowing his phone to drop into a puddle that had accumulated right in front of him. He angrily stomped the phone, causing the LCD Screen and other phone fragments to fly in all different direction. His hoof started to bleed as metal fragments sunk into his fur.

"Just goes to show you I can't trust anyone but myself to do things can I?" Nightmare mumbled, his front hooves giving way as he fell into a puddle, knees first. He bent his head forwards, his wet mane hanging over his eyes like curtains.

"I'll kill her." Nightmare proclaimed getting up. "I'll kill her if I have to do it with my very own hooves."

The rattled murderer walked back into his house, the water and blood on his hooves filling the crack in his tiled floor. He made a mental note to call somepony to fix that floor later. He headed to his washroom, Sycamore following some feet behind him.

"Didn't I tell you to go to sleep?!" Nightmare called from the washroom, prompting Sycamore to stop and look back at the living room to see who he was yelling at.

"Who're you?" Sweetie Belle asked from the living room floor, completely ignoring the General's command to hit the hay.

The Sergeant Majpr looked back to see a white maned filly, couldn't be any more than nine or ten years old. Her purple and white cotton candy-esque hair knotted in multiple places. Her light green eyes looked innocent enough, seeing a stranger in her new house. There was n surprise that she'd be a little scared.

"Do you want to be my friend?" She asked in her normal happy, squeaky voice. That invalidated what he was thinking of her as before: a scared little filly. However, he was something that stopped his heart for a split second.

Sycamore hang his head low for a split second and closed his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Just a friend of his. Just pluggin' along." He responded, quickly turning his back from her and walking into the wash room where Nightmare was patching up his hoof. Blood dropped into his sink as he applied pressure to his wound. Sycamore was staring at Nightmare from the door.

"Whaddaya want Gavin?" He asked, putting the finishing touches on his wound. He began whipping water from his run into his eyes as Sycamore said six words that struck fear into his heart.

"That filly. She has seven days."

Author's Note

Just a random tidbit, Sycamore's appearance is based off Kristoph Gavin's from the Ace Attorney universe.

Discovery

Nightmare was fast asleep in his low sitting bed. It had taken him a good number of hours to finally have the sleep sand twinkled in his eyes by Mr. Sandman.

Nightmare's hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of his head and he wore a red expensive looking bathrobe. It looked very out of place in his house, especially considering how run down his house had looked from the inside and out.

A sneaky Sweetie Belle snuck past Nightmare's open door, being careful not to make any unnecessary noise. She slithered along the ground so as to not be seen by Nightmare if he woke up. After passing by his room, she snuck into the living room.

The darkness of the house clouded her eyes, invoking a memory reminding her as to what she was doing at that very moment.

"Sweetie Belle..." Rarity called as she kept working on a black dress gown. She turned away from her new design face Sweetie, who had zipped into the room at lightning speed.

"Yeah sis?"

"In afraid something may happen to me in the next few days." Rarity began. "I have a very bad feeling that's been present over the past day or so."

"It's probably nothin' sis! I have bad feelin's all the time!" Sweetie Belle replied, bouncing in place. She must've gotten ahold to some candy or something of the sort.

"This is...a different feeling Sweetie. Listen to me." Rarity commanded as she placed both of her hooves on Sweetie Belle's shoulders, applying pressure so she would stop bouncing. Her eyes met her sisters as a tear began to solemnly form in Rarity's eye. She pulled Sweetie closer and whispered a hint to her.

"Remember these three books. "Ponymon: Ultimate Guide to Catching Em' All!, "History of the Moonlit Clan" and "The Big Pony Law Book". If something happens to me, and you get the chance you need to go to Nightmare's house and pull those books. If you can't do it you need to tell Twilight and the others."

"What're you tryna say sis?" Sweetie asked, cocking her head.

"I love you Sweetie." She said, pulling Sweetie close to her as she petted her mane slowly.

Sweetie narrowed her eyes and replied with her usual 'I love you too sis'. She began to walk away, thinking about what exactly was Rarity saying.

Little did she know, she foreshadowed the events that would unfold just a couple days later.

So here Sweetie was, trying to see exactly what Rarity was talking about, sneaking around a dark living room. She opened the door on the extreme left of the room, which in turn has an ominous set of stairs leading downward into a candlelit book case.

Sweetie slowly, but surely, took it one step at a time, until two minutes later she was at the very bottom. From what she could tell there were mostly files of some sort thrown sloppily onto the book shelf except two rows which were perfectly aligned. She climbed onto the second shelf and reached for "Ponymon: The Ultimate Guide to Catching Em' All!". She tugged at it, but it did not move from its place. Confused, she, without a second thought, placed both hooves onto the book and pulled all her weight backwards it pulled out halfway, then made a "Click" noise.

It wasn't much, but Sweetie took it as some sort of confirmation that she did something right. She carefully shifted her body slightly to the left, reaching onto the very top shelf for the next book, "History of the Moonlit Clan". She did the same thing she did with the last book, except it didn't budge at all. She kept pulling, applying all her weight to it, however it stayed firmly in place.

"Darn it!" Sweetie whispered out of frustration, slamming a good into the spine of the informational book.

In doing so, the bookcase made yet another click sound, the book pushing inward as Sweetie lost footing on one hoof, but luckily catching herself onto the top shelf. She carefully climbed downwards a shelf, coming eye level with "The Big Book of Pony Law". She pushed it in, but to no luck. She then attempted to pull at it, but almost ended up falling off the shelf entirely.

Sweetie Belle cocked her head. If she wasn't supposed to pull, but she also wasn't supposed to push, what exactly was she supposed to do with this book?

Sweetie was close to coming down, but then remembered her levitation training with Twilight during their 'Twilight Time'. She used her magic to envelope the book, which in turn moved with ease. It fell completely off the shelf, hitting the floor, but making no noise at all? Nightmare must've made the entire area soundproof. The bookshelf began to slide into the wall, revealing a secret study.

The study had multiple sheets of paper strewn about the floor, along with a desk with a black notebook on it, a lamp, and a feather pen.

Sweetie Belle was more confused by what she was be holding than by what Rarity had told her in the first place. There was a single price of paper lying in a wastebasket to her side. Curious, she levitated it from the basket, using her magic to briskly unfold it and lay it onto the ground in front of her.

"Dear Sweetie Belle...

If you are reading this, chances are something bad has ended up happening to me. I may be injured, or not even be with you at all. But never forget I will always be with you on the inside. My memory will never die unless you let it. I know that it must be weird for you to be taking this all in. But this...is Nightmare's study. It is where he goes to... Do certain things. If you inspect the room, you probably see pieces of paper strewed about the floor. Make sure you DO NOT touch any of those, and above all else DO NOT touch the black notebook on his table. If you have made it to this part of the letter, what I need you is to destroy this letter, burn it using the candle that was lit on the wall near the bookcase. After you do that you need to get out of here as quickly as possible and look for help. Go to anypony, tell them that you 'found something that the police should look in to'. Then bring them back here. After that, this entire nightmare will be over. If you for some reason cannot find any pony then you need to run back to the city and go straight to the police department. Nowhere else. Ask for Lieutenant Colonel Aryan Blues. She's an old friend of mine and definitely would not mind helping you. I may not be with you right now to see it through til the end. But never forget. Even in death, sickness, injury, I'll love you no matter what.

Love, Rarity"

Sweetie Belle hit her knees, tears streaming from her eyes. She let out soft hiccups, moving herself out of the room and sitting on the stairs that led her down there. She curled into a ball, using her magic to place the paper into the burning candle. She was in utter despair.

She began to crawl back up the stairs, to be met with a major pain in her foot. She was about to shriek, but then looked up.

Sycamore Gavin shook his head and wiggled his hoof that wasn't on hers left and right as if it was a disapproving digit.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

Author's Note

So a few OTHER tidbits of information.

This Fic has mostly Undertale references, some being very subtle, some being smack in the face obvious.

Rarity and Nightmare dating are a running theme in my fics, but this is the only fic where death has fallen beyond her due to it.

Nightmare is now technically the only general officer in Equestria, save for the Griffon Kingdom, which hasn't been accounted for yet.

Kira In the Limelight

Sycamore continued to crush Sweetie's hoof. She let out a soft whimper as he stared down at her. Her eyes were large and innocent, but he did not feel the least bit of remorse, especially since she had been snooping around.
Sweetie Belle was doing her best to keep her bravery and bravado intact. This was for Rarity. She was sure there was something she could do… but there was no talking out of this. Not how she accidentally stumbled upon it, how she “accidentally” pulled, pushed, and used magic on three different books that she had no way of knowing were the right books beforehand. Without prior knowledge, of course.
"So, you think you can just go crawling around like a little worm, do ya?" Sycamore asked, dragging her upstairs. He opened the front door and tossed Sweetie outside into a mud puddle. The rain was at least three times worse than it had been before, and did nothing but got worse. She twisted around in time to see Sycamore walking after her, rain sullying his mane.
"You think this is all some type of joke, don't you?" Sycamore asked, giving her a strong kick to her stomach. His kick knocked the wind out of her, and she struggled to breathe and scream at the same time. She rolled into the grass, attempting to escape the vile onslaught. Sycamore easily caught up and wrapped both hooves around her small throat, holding her up in the air.
"You must really think I'm gonna let you destroy our operation. We have a good thing running here. The triad of the new world." he shook her back and forth. Her breathing began to slowly cut off as she struggled against the might of the superior stallion.
He delivered a strong punch to the jaw of the minor, letting her sail once again into a puddle. Nightmare's lawn had almost completely flooded because of the destructive rainfall. Sweetie began to try to crawl away from the maniac, looking like a beat-up dog. Her crawling did no good, as Sycamore laughed at her failed attempts. His shrewd giggles filled the night sky, as if a hyena had just found its prey.
Sycamore cracked his neck and walked up to her once more. Sweetie Bell flipped frantically like a fish out of water, before swiftly rolling over and biting Sycamore’s front hoof. Her teeth sank all the way through his skin and caused blood to spurt from the large puncture.
Sycamore roared as he flailed his hoof about, attempting to toss the unrelenting Sweetie Belle off of him. Sycamore was suddenly forced backward by a black beam of light, barely visible in the dark storm. He struggled and shrieked as the burning sensation began to melt away the top most layer of his skin.
Lightning flashed to reveal the image of Princess Luna, who had been making her nightly check up on Equestria and seen the struggle. She walked up to Sweetie Belle and swept her under her wing, protecting her from the rain and any further harm.
"Who do you think you are, beating a defenseless foal?" Luna’s anger seeped through her tone, her horn beginning to illuminate.
"He's--he’s KIRA!" Sweetie Belle shouted from her cover. Luna's eyes went wide. Sycamore struggled to get up from the blast and clumsily got back onto his hooves, smoke and blood seeping from it.
"Kira… ? No… I'm not Kira... I am the hand of him..."
"What nonsense are you spouting, Gavin?" Luna demanded, her voice ringing in his ears. Her voice emanated and bounced off the surrounding scenery. She slammed her hoof into the messy sludge below her, causing some of the mud to fly into her mane.
"You will see. You will all see. When he becomes God of the New World." Sycamore proclaimed, raising his right hoof into the air, as pledging allegiance to a religious figure. His words sent chills even down the night princess's spine, causing her to back away a bit. Sweetie Belle clung tighter to her wing.
"What are you speaking of? Give me a full answer, or I will pass divine judgement!" She commanded. Sycamore gave an insane smile.
“Didn't I answer you already? You fools don't understand, and likely never will! Kira is justice! Kira's law… has become the world’s law! Even the Griffon Kingdom and Celestia knows wherever else, follow the rules of Kira! Because whoever doesn't faces the consequences. Some stupidity… only death can cure. Can you idiots not understand that?” Sycamore threatened. Thunder crackled even louder in the background as the rain slightly eased up. A strong gust of wind swathed over the area and his ponytail became undone, causing his mane to fly wildly in all directions.
"Kira is evil! That's what you do not understand, you heathen!" Luna’s voice became harsher.
"Evil my ass! Do you pay attention to the television at all? How many crimes do you see these days? Next to none! Do you think that just miraculously happened overnight?" Sycamore yelled, trying to prove his point. He swiped his hoof through the rain. Sweetie started crying again, rubbing her head against Luna's wing for comfort.
"I.....can't do this anymore. I wanna go home. I want Rarity..."
Luna’s tone softened.
"Don't worry, child. You can come back with m--"
"The hell she can! The child stays, or else!" Sycamore threatened.
"Or else what, Gavin? You'll kill me? Go on! Do it! Show me how you kill!"
That was the exact opposite reaction that Sycamore had expected out of her. He thought that the threat would at the very least sway her from her onslaught against him. But it seemed that she was going to make sure to see this through to the end.
"Well… so it's come to this, has it?" he commented, walking away with his back turned to her. "What's done in the dark must come to light, huh?"
Luna furrowed an eyebrow as he faced Nightmare's house.
"LUNA SOLSTICE!" Sycamore screamed at the top of his lungs.
Inside the building, Nightmare's eyes darted open as he rolled out of bed and readily levitated a pen and paper from under his pillow. He began to jot down a paragraph full of words, after a neatly written name.
"All according to plan. T'was too easy."
"It's over, bitch." Sycamore threatened, a crude smile stretched across his face.
“You ponies making all this noise.” Nightmare yawned, coming outside and ignoring the rain. “Do any of you know what time it is?”
Luna stared blankly at Nightmare. Was… this Kira? Nightmare Moonlit, leader of the Royal Guard, Commandant of the Armed Forces? Nightmare scratched the back of his ear and drank some coffee, balancing his levitation with his feather pen and piece of paper. Luna couldn't take any risks here. She decided restraining the sinful pair was the best things he could do at the moment, for her own, and Equestria's safety.
"Nightmare Moonlit, Sycamore Gavin. You are both under arrest under suspicion of being involved with mass genocide." Luna declared, walking towards the two stallions.
"Now, now, Princess, don't be hasty. You and I both know you can't legally arrest us unless Princess Celestia herself orders it." Nightmare shook his head at her ignorance.
"I am ordering it." A voice emanated from the sky as Celestia herself came down from the dark clouds, her colorfully-flowing mane a contrast to the depressing aura of the weather.
"Nightmare. The Interpol has already had their eyes on you for being Kira. This doesn't help your case at all. Surrender now." Celestia commanded grimly.
"Step back." Nightmare countered angrily.
"Excuse me?"
"Step. Back."
Celestia took another step forward, disregarding Nightmare’s direction completely.
"Step… back!" Nightmare screeched. Suddenly, Luna clutched her neck. She fell to her knees as she coughed and gagged up saliva. Her wings folded inwards as she rolled over like a poisoned insect, clutching her heart and beginning to roam at the mouth. Celestia rushed over to her fallen sister, who by that time, had already ceased moving.
"Now. Face me."
Celestia didn't respond as the rain continued to fall heavily on the grief-stricken alicorn.
"I said FACE ME!" Nightmare commanded angrily. Celestia turned around, deadly anger on her face.
“Now this is what is going to happen.” Nightmare began, madness sparkling in his eyes. “You will make me an alicorn, relinquish ownership of Equestria, and then banish yourself wherever the hell you want. Or else I will kill you, Princess Cadence, Shining Armor, Twilight Sparkle, the Elements of Harmony and this entire damn city. Give this power! Because I am the GOD… of this NEW WORLD!" Nightmare professed as lighting battled for the sky.

LawYer

Attorney General Lawrence Sawyer had a very strong sense of justice. From the tender age of 5, he witnessed the murders of both of his parents at the hands of a serial killer.

Lawrence had just got him from school. His backpack weighed down his back heavily, as he trekked down the woody path that led back to a cabin that he and his parents resided in. He saw that unnaturally his father wasn't outside chopping trees.

Lawrence, mildly confused, walked around the house and inspected the backyard, noticing his father's axe missing from the tree stub that he normally kept it in. Shaking his head he looks through the window and sees two shadows seeming to wrestle with each other.

At first he thought it was his parents messing around, but the absence of his father's axe made him think otherwise.

Sensing something bad had happened, he zipped back to he front of the house and opened the door where he was hit by a chilly gust of air. He ,panicked, surveyed the living room before making a grizzly discovery.

His mother lie in a pool of blood on the floor of the kitchen. Her severed head staring straight at him, the rest of her body behind a counter, censoring the rest of the scene from the child. The splattered bloodstains did not do much justice however, and Lawrence, even in his dazed state could tell what had occurred here.

He stumbled a bit, starting to lose his footing as tears started to form in his eyes. He looked over to his side, sensing movement.

A large, green stallion had began to move from his mother and father's bedroom, tracking blood as he did. He had his father's axe clenched into his teeth, his Pegasus wings folded to his sides.

Lawrence stared at the stallion with choleric look on his face. His teeth began to clench as the tears did no justice for his face, making him look maniacal. He could tell from the amount of blood on the walls of his mother and father's room that his dad was probably in there. Or what was left of him.

His looked seemed to surprise the burly stallion as he cocked his head at the colt.

"Little Colt...well...I can't leave witnesses now can I?" He asked slowly walking to the colt, flinging hair out of his face causing blood to sling onto Lawrence.

Lawrence flicked the hair from his face and stared down the murderer.

"Such...an ugly pony." Lawrence mumbles.

Lawrence used his magic, all of this being done on pure instinct, levitating a kitchen knife from his mother's knife holsters and sent it plunging straight into the pegasus's eye. The stallion roared, falling backwards as the small colt bounced on top of him, his eyes seeming glazed over in anger.

Lawrence removed the knife and began to plunge it into his other eye, wringing his neck as he did. He growled out of pure anger, enacting his vengeance on the murderous stallion. Within less than forty seconds, the deed had been done, and the stallion eased movement, dropping his father's axe from his mouth as he did.

The courts ended in a hung jury for his trail at first, but days later the verdict ended in a not guilty for the murder of the serial killer. The dirty murder scene remained closed Todd to the public since then, eventually being demolished years later.

Lawrence's trail, accusation, and verdict had not been mentioned to any pony outside of the jury and judge. In order to give Sawyer the most normal life they could, they decided to release no information on the case and to submit him into a private school in case any information was leaked about the case to the public.

The event faded from the minds of the ones involved eventually. Except for Lawrence.

The thought of that day haunted him every day. He knew justice had been dealt against the murderer, but what about any other individual? This could happen to anyone else, and he felt powerless to stop it.

Deciding to do what he could, he took that justice and developed it into smarts, gaining a prosecutor license and beginning to prosecute criminals up until he was tapped for promotion to the Attorney General, hence why he is who he is today.

His father's axe is placed on a mantle in his office to this day.

Nightmare took a large bite of his submarine sandwich. It's materials went flying across his table as even Ryuuk sat in awe of his terrible table manners.

"Doesn't the military teach you table manners?" Ryuuk asks picking up an apple that had coincidentally been teleported onto his plate.

"They do. But I'm usually too hungry. You can have this apple if you keep it a secret." He murmurs, picking lettuce from his teeth with his hoof, with no luck. He rolls his eyes and levitates a fork and picks at his teeth, turning to face Ryuuk as he did.

"Welp." Nightmare began, hopping onto his front hooves from the kitchen table. He walked into his living room and down the open door that led to the same bookshelf he had opened many times before. He stared it down, making sure nothing was out of place from the last time he entered his study.

Pulling, pushing, and using magic on the corresponding books, his bookshelf shifted open, revealing the same study as earlier. He pulled up his desk, which had for whatever reason been shifted upward a bit.

"Hm. I don't usually need this to be that close to write." Nightmare wondered aloud before levitating a pen. He checked his phone for any names sent to him by either of his subordinates, to which he found he had not been texted by either. Nightmare shook his head and set the phone down. He tapped his hoof against the desk.

Bored, he used magic to push his microscope towards him. Looking into the creases of the Death Note, he noticed that a page had been torn from the note, or rather part of a page, Crudely torn as if torn in a hurry. Now suspicious, Nightmare continued his inspection. Luckily his military training led him to noticing the smaller things that would have otherwise gone unnoticed by the regular pony. The general put those skills to the test.

Nightmare narrowed his eyes as he turned to the next page, checking to see if that was the only page. It seemed to be the case. He flinched backwards, fearing the worst. Slamming his hoof into the desk, he prepared to take action.

Nightmare dug in his pocket, slapping his cell phone onto the table. Using magic, he pressed the buttons in order, going to a phone call.

"Yes, God?" Nightmare heard on the other line, Lawrence picking up the phone almost immediately. Nightmare had a voice masker on his phone to hide what his voice actually sounded like in case they were in a public place when he called them.

"Strange..." Nightmare commented, noticing an echo in the background as if Lawrence was in a large room or something of the sort. "You didn't go into my study any time recently have you?"

"No God, I haven't."

Nightmare shook his head and shut his phone off, surveying the room for any signs of anything out of order. He spots his wastebasket actually having a price of paper in it. When e NEVER threw anything away. It was just there purely for decorative purposes.

He unfurled the paper onto his desk reading through it. He read each word carefully, a sly smile crawling across his face as he did.

"Oh really now Rarity?"

Bait

Sweetie Belle sat alone, dirty, and hungry in a dark basement cellar. She has been down there for a single day.. After the events had occurred, Nightmare, evil as he was, could not bring himself to kill her. However, she was still a witness to everything,

Nightmare, right after the confrontation with Celestia, took Sweetie to his basement and tied her up with a nylon rope. Her fur was being chaffed by it, and her movement was very restricted. She sat sad and alone for a long time before Nightmare came back down stairs, her recoiling backwards in a futile attempt to get away.

"Ah now don't think I'm gonna hurt you." Nightmare cackled as he revealed a baked potato he had levitated with him down the stairs. "Until I figure out what to do with you though, you'll be staying down here."

Nightmare sat the baked potato down in front of her, just close enough to where she could bite bits off of it.

"...when...can I leave?" Sweetie weakly asked in between bites.

"Like I said, as soon as I figure out what to do with you. May be a day, weeks, maybe the rest of the year. Pray it doesn't get to that point though. It gets cold as all hell down here during the winter." Nightmare commented, cackling as he ascended up the stairs, Sweetie solemnly sobbing as he left her.

Nightmare levitated a coffee cup from the kitchen, turning on the coffee maker in his living room. He had to move it because Ryuuk kept knocking it over while he was grabbing for apples. He wasn't that bothered by moving it, it did take some more of his magic strength that could be used elsewhere though. But he shouldn't have to worry about magic strength now.

Ding.

The coffee maker finished, topping off his coffee with a pure white chocolate glazing on the top, Nightmare grinning as it did.

A sweet, sweet cup of victory for him.

Nightmare took the coffee and began to walk towards his room, stepping over random piles of clothes as he did. He entered his room, sliding into his bed as he used magic to turn the small television on his shelf above on. It came on to static for a minute before it switched to the news station.

Nightmare sat idly on his bed, watching the mini tv he kept in his room. The news was as expected. He grinned at the realization that everything was going according to his master plan.

The television was turned to some sort of news station. It featured a pink earth pony mare with a yellow and pink mixed mane, holding papers between her hooves as did many newscasters.

"It is a terrible week for Equestria. First came the passing of the Element of Generosity, Rarity Belle. Then, Seemingly without warning, late last night, Princess Celestia forfeited her reign as Princess of Equestria, instead forfeiting it to former police chief of New Horse City, Sycamore Gavin. Very little information is being given at this time, as the former princess herself is nowhere to be found." She reported, clear remorse in her voice.

The screen swapped over to a very familiar face to Nightmare, Prince Sycamore Gavin.

"It breaks my heart to say that Princess Celestia has not been found since she relinquished ownership of the country to me. We are organizing search parties in every corner of Equestria. Please do not panic."

Nightmare smiled, taking a sip of his seething coffee. He pushed himself up further on his bed, getting himself into a comfortable position. It was hard to get into one, even considering his elated state of happiness at the events transpiring before him.

Ryuuk slipped through his window, first glancing at Nightmare, then the television. Nightmare was lied back with a look of pure blessedness on his face, likely due to the cup of coffee being the best one he'd tasted in a long time, considering the circumstances.

Ryuuk started to chomp at an item that was held in between two of his sharp fingers, until nothing but a stem was left. He scratched his head as he noticed a change occur in the television that Nightmare had been previously watching.

The tv station then cut to a title card that said 'Broadcast will continue after a short break".

A short period of time afterwards, the screen disappeared, cutting to a dark shot of a house, with a single light to the right of the screen revealing a blue unicorn mare with darker shades of blue in her hair.

"Is that...?" Ryuuk asked quizzically, raising a finger to point at the screen before noticing Nightmare had remained oblivious to everything that was and had been occurring around him.

Ryuuk shook his head, and as the mare began to speak, returned his attention to the television.

From there another pair of eyes were visible to the left side, the camera panning more so towards Aryan Blues. She wafted some hair from her face as she stared directly at the camera.

"Nightmare Moonlit." She began, snapping Nightmare out of his trance-like condition. She now had his full attention, as he stared, eyes wide at the television. He sat up, losing his concentration on his coffee, causing it to spill over into his carpet bedroom floor. He gritted his teeth and listened.

"I know you are Kira. I cannot prove it. But I know who you are and what you've been doing. And I'm going to tell you firsthand. You ARE NOT going to get away with it. Point blank period. Everything you've done hasn't been justice. It's been nothing but for your own sick enjoyment. You can claim its for the greater good. But your nothing more than a murder. And that's why me and my friend here are going to get evidence and arrest you." She went on, swooping her hoof to the side as if signaling for someone.

A yellow pony in a mask stepped forward, her frizzed mane becoming more noticeable the more she stepped from the shadows. She began to speak in a voice that sounded a tad similar to Princess Twilight's.

"You should turn yourself in while you have the chance. We have audio evidence, and video evidence of you doing your killings. You can turn yourself in at the Hoovington police station. I will be waiting." Spark said, keeping the majority of her body in the shadows, most likely for security purposes.

"DAMN!" Nightmare screeched, quickly tossing everything from his dresser, pulling out his cell phone. He dialed a number until the pony he called picked up.

"Yes, yes I see the broadcast." Sycamore answered. Back at his place, he was in very much the same position as Nightmare, now worried about this damning evidence they might have against them. He was sitting on top of his bed with an angry expression on his face, not knowing what to do against the pair.

"We have to kill them both." Nightmare responded, beginning to walk outside of his house,

Ryuuk cackled as he tossed on his raincoat. It seeming to slide off of his body for whatever reason. He shook it off and instead began to listen more closely to Gavin.

"Nightmare! It's not like you to just hop into stuff like this. You know if you go down there you'll be walking into a death trap."

"Regardless of the fact! If we just let her blabber on it won't do any justice for any of our public images! We don't need any further damage to our reputation or else we will look even more suspicious!"

"Even so! We can just burst in there and kill the both of them. We can't even get rid of Aryan anymore because of the Death Note rule! We would have to do that manually. And we can't kill the other one because not only do we not have a face, we also don't have a name for her!"

"Damn it WHY?!" Nightmare yelled, attempting to toss his jacket on again. It wouldn't fit. He struggled before making a realization that explained the entire predicament.

"Damn. Forgot about the wings."

Author's Note

As per requested, last chapter WAS a prequel to the chapter before, however this one is a continuation of said chapter. Sorry for he confusion.

HIS power

"If that doesn't attract him, or at least one of his followers, I don't know what will." Aryan commented, speaking to Spark and Dynamo Pad.

Dynamo appeared to had been through a great amount of physical damage, bandages covering his body and a gauze pad covering his left eye. His mane was a frizzy mess, and it was cut shorter than usual.

In contrast, Lektra, after taking off her mask, was looking as usual. Her mane still looking as if she had been struck by lightning. Her yellow eyes still seemed to illuminate the room, and her yellow fur seemed to give off a neon glare to it.

"Even so, when he or whoever he sends does show up, we can't just arrest him, you tell me he kills with a notebook, and he also says multiple times that he has something to do with a notebook, but I myself still hasn't seen it. Considering his 'method' of killing, it sounds like all he has to do is write down a name."

"However that doesn't explain why Aryan isn't dead. He knew her name, and she testified that she physically saw him writing her name on a scrap of paper." Dynamo commented, scratching his mane, noticing it was shirts than usual.

"I thought that you needed a haircut while you rested, so I took it upon myself." Aryan answered, already knowing that Dynamo was about to question her about it.

"I'm only cutting you slack because we have more pressing matters to attend to." Dynamo responded, returning to look back at Spark, who seemed to be enjoying their back and forth conversation.

"Well, from what I can piece together from what happened to Aryan, is that Nightmare doesn't just need a name, but he also needs a face in order to kill someone off. Even then, it looks like either something was obstructing one of those two when he tried to kill Aryan, or there are a set of rules, and one of those rules prevented Aryan from being killed. Personally, I think it's the latter, mostly because Nightmare knew your name somehow when he saw you in the jail cell, and he was also facing you so there's no way he didn't know your face." Spark explained, twirling a piece of her frizzy mane in her hoof.

"And what would you think that rule would be?" Dynamo asked, now curious to see how this would all connect together.

"I couldn't say. It depends on if there are multiple notebooks out there, which we have no proof of yet. Heck, I myself haven't seen this notebook. But, if I were to guess, if there were multiple notebooks another possible holder would be..."

"Attorney General Lawrence Sawyer, right?" Aryan asked, guessing who it was by the past experience. Dynamo gritted his teeth in anger at the mention of the stallion's name.

"That would be one hundred percent correct. And then we have to take into account the other creature you saw. This one, apparently nicer than the other two you saw."

"Yes, Silpheed."

"That must mean at the very least there are three notebooks out there right now, plus any more that we don't already know about."

"That doesn't sound reassuring at all." Dynamo commented shaking his head and taking a seat in Aryan's bed.

"It isn't supposed to Pad. This is a mass genocide investigation after all." Spark responded.

"I know but what are we doing this for?! We're risking our lives for what?! I know this is going to sound ridiculous but lately I've been thinking that maybe this isn't the right thing to do. Maybe he is doing what's right for the rest of civilization. Look at the crime rates for Celestia's sake! They've dropped by over 70%!" Dynamo argued his case, knowing that the other two would probably think he is text for thinking that way.

"Though I don't blame you for thinking that way, nor will I claim to not see your point, but what Kira is doing is absolutely evil. The murder of another pony is inexcusable. No matter how despicable that pony is." Spark answered, shifting some of her mane from her eyes as she looked back at Dynamo who was looking back at her.

Dynamo swung his hoof through the air. "The thing is there are some ponies that, quite frankly, the world could do without! It sounds bad but it's the truth isn't it?!"

"Dynamo, that may be the outlook of a normal civilian pony, but your a police officer. We stand for justice and nothing else. This isn't justice, even from your perspective you have to admit the taking of another's life is still wrong." Aryan replied, her voice cracking during her last few words. It was clear that she felt the same way about the situation, but couldn't express it due to her integrity as a police officer.

Dynamo looked down in response, seeing no point in trying to fight against them anymore. He lie his head down on the bed in defeat.

Aryan glanced at him and trotted towards him, patting his back.

Spark's expression remained unchanged as she sat and waited for something to happen, specifically Nightmare to come right to the door. She knew that that would be the first place he would go to, since he knew where Aryan lived from the database.

What seemed to be hours passed, the three doing nothing specific, save for Dynamo who held the same position the entire time, staring forward blankly.

Suddenly a knock came to the front door of Aryan's house; resulting in Spark practically running to the door, flanked by Aryan.

They both looked through the windows to see two dozen police officers. Probably the back up that Spark had called for in the beginning to ensure their safety.

"It's over." Nightmare said, sitting back at home with a piece of the notebook placed directly in front of him. "You may begin Sycamore."

Nightmare then began to look through his files, filing off seemingly random names.

"Lieutenant Red Daze."

"Expunge." Sycamore said, writing his name in his Death Note.

Back at the Aryan's place, Spark had opened the door to see a red stallion with a black mane. He looked at her with a hard expression.

"We're here to provide b-" He started, then suddenly his eyes went wide as he fell back and crippled over, clutching his chest. He began to twitch, but then fell over, unmoving.

Spark's eyes shot open as she began to back away from the body.

"Staff Sergeant Ballistic Shots."

"Expunged."

The pony directly behind the fallen over lieutenant suddenly placed a hoof to his chest and began to keel over, foaming at the mouth before finally stopped my altogether.

"This can't..." Aryan mumbled.

"Staff Sergeant Whitaker Waffles."

"Expunged."

A pony in the extreme back of the formation without warning fell backwards and began a struggle, but ultimately met the same fate as the others.

At this point ponies began to scatter in multiple directions, attempting to get away from the onslaught.

"Sergeant Jeedus Raye."

"Expunged."

"Sergeant Stock Broke. Staff Sergeant Whisper Woods. Lieutenant Green Greenies."

"Expunged."

"Staff Sergeant Chloe Green."

"Expunged!"

The onslaught continued, as bodies began dropping at an alarming rate, before the entire front yard was nothing but bodies. The two mares quickly ran inside before shadows began appearing in the forest around them where her house was located.

Ponies in purple robes carrying candles began to appear from the woods from all corners. The front of their robes had a large letter "K" embroidered on it. They began to surround the house in a diamond formation.

Inside the house Spark and Aryan locked themselves back in Aryan's room, where a stunned Dynamo Pad was waiting.

They briefed Dynamo on their current situation, prompting him to quickly snatch his gun from his jacket pocket he had laid over the bed a day earlier. He stood guard at the window, waiting for some sort of movement towards the building. The day outside began to get darker as the only things that provides light where the candles the ponies were carrying.

It seemed as if someone was manipulating the time of day, and had just made it night time, forcing the sun down. But who? With Luna's passing it couldn't be her, and Celestia was nowhere to be found.

The rest of Equestria was also affected by the weather change, with Ponyville, New Horse City, and a handful of other cities, experiencing a large swath of darkness, with only streetlights and artificial light sources providing any light. Whoever lowered the sun didn't even bother to bring the moon back up

Twilight, from her castle saw the commotion and saw what was occurring outside firsthand. She was standing on a balcony near the top of her roof. She had seen SOMETHING seem to slide the sun downwards from the direction of Hoovington.

As if on cue, Twilight rushed towards the direction of Hoovington, soaring through the skies at speeds that Rainbow Dash would be jealous of. She just knew HE had something to do with all of this. There was no other explanation. He had to be stopped.

"It is impressive though. How quickly he's figured out how to move planetary objects." Twilight commented on her way to Hoovington.

Back at Aryan's house, the cult ponies diamond became tighter and tighter until they completely enclosed the house from every side they could cover. They began to chant a song:

A phone call came to Aryan's phone. It was an unknown number. She struggled to pick it up considering what she just saw, but did anyways.

"H-hello?" Aryan answered in a shaken voice.

The voice was obviously Nightmare.

"This is the power of GOD."

Author's Note

The story will continue normally from here.

COK

"Kira, our lord."

"Kira, our savior."

"Kira, our God."

The ponies in the dark robes began to enclose the house, the dull flame from the candles piercing through the windows of the dark house.

The chanting turned louder and louder, as the darkness surrounding the area got more and more profound, soon leaving all of the ponies with nothing for a light source but the candles, which provided little light on their own.

Inside of the house, huddled up in a corner of Aryan's room, were three frightened unicorns, shivering from fear.

"Are we gonna die?" Dynamo Pad asked as he ran his hoof though Aryan's mane softly, earning him a pony elbow to the face. He rubbed it off and waited for his question to be answered.

But nobody had anything to say.

"Could it be...? OH NOOOOOO!" Dynamo screeched in a voice that permeated the walls and echoed throughout the woods, the ponies outside giggling in morbid satisfaction at the sheer horror in his voice. The back of his throat burned with the release of the scream, but he didn't care. It all seemed hopeless.

"Dynamo calm down." Spark said in a commanding tone that would have made anyone else bow to her will, but Dynamo himself was in clear shock at the sheer helplessness he felt at that moment. This entire Kira situation seemed so unreal, but here they were.

"If they could do anything they would've done so by now. So there no need to wo-"

Suddenly, Spark's voice was interrupted by a mare's voice from outside.

Looking outside the window into the direction the voice was coming from, they saw a gray Pegasus. Her mane was a frizzled mess, her mane being a bright purple color with dark blue segments of hair at the ends. However, this was somewhat concealed by the magician's hat she wore over her head. It did nothing to make her look any more menacing than she was trying to make herself out to be. Her eyes shone a bright red, not unlike Nightmare Moonlit's own eyes. Her tail was held together with three rubber bands, keeping it in a semi-organized knot. Her voice was a mixture of intelligence and authority, despite being said into a megaphone.

"My name is Dahlia Moonlit. I am the founder and head of authority of the COK. We know that you are inside of the building. The police would not be here otherwise. Step outside. Make this easy on the both of us." She spoke mostly in short sentences, and it was clear this mare meant business.

The words of Dahlia struck icy cold fear into the hearts of the three ponies inside. Each of their eyes shot open as they began to connect the dots.

"....'COK'...Cult Of Kira..." Spark muttered in a broken voice that was unlike how she presented herself just moments earlier, complete and utter despair seeming to take over her body. It felt as if a large dumbbell had just been added onto all the weight that she was already trying to balance on her chest. It felt as if all the hope she possibly had in her mind for this situation had just fluttered right out of the window.

"Then...it was them?" Dynamo asked, slightly more composed in the situation then the other two. He shook his head in disbelief. Albeit being somewhat more calm than the others, he was also still just as scared, the feeling of the reality of the situation still swam around in he sea of thoughts he had in his head.

"Does that mean they have notebooks too? My lord...we're going to die." Dynamo finished, his head still shaking.

"No, no. If they did Colonel Blues would be dead right now. I'm sure no one missed the broadcast that showed her face. They should know not only her name, but her face as well. She, in theory should be dead right now."

"So she's safe but what about us? We aren't out of the woods yet." Dynamo rebutted, snickering at the joke he unintentionally made, earning him yet another hoof, but this one hitting him right in the jaw.

"This is NOT a time for jokes Dynamo! Jeez." Aryan said squinting her eyes at him in disapproval.

"If no answer is given we will use force. Don't forget. We have God himself on our side." Dahlia announced in a more agitated tone, her eyes darting for any movement of the curtains inside of the house.

"In that case..." She started before putting down the megaphone and looking at the tall, somewhat muscular earth pony to her right. He also bore a hood and a candle, which he put down as if on cue. "Sergeant Tulane, break down the door."

"Yes ma'am." He answered obediently and charge the front door before swiftly turning around and bucking the front door with great force, the door shattering like a baseball had just gone through a glass window.

The occupants of the building looked outside of the bedroom door in horror as the nefarious group of cult ponies filed into the house in a style somewhat reminiscent of the military's single file.

Aryan felt the glances of all the ponies, as Dahlia, in all her glory, trotted up to the room, forcing to door fully open. She stepped inside, glancing at Spark.

"You look like Dark S-"

Then, everything went dark.

Author's Note

Not very long, excuse me for that.

On a side note, this title looks inappropriate as hell. I know.

Complete Monster

General Nightmare Moonlit and Princess Twilight Sparkle stood face to face in a dark field, only illuminated by the last remnants of the afternoon sun that had been shoved under the horizon. The atmosphere of the field was as tense as the situation itself, the two alicorns staring each other down in a way reminiscent of old western duels.

Dust swept across the field, swishing aside the grass, which in response made a small whistling noise, as if crying for help.

"You may be a princess, but remember. Even you aren't immune to the power of God."

"Your mistaken. Your not God." Twilight responded in a sour, threatening voice. It was obvious that she had been crying, possibly even screaming, by the condition her voice was in. Her voice cracked in between her words, somewhat sounding like a toddler that had just started learning to speak.

"A God would never do something like this." Twilight said condescendingly, her head shaking in disapproval.

"Oh, on the contraire. A God, such as myself can do whatever they please." He responded, backing himself up before feeling a small stab in his foot. "What I am doing is for the greater good anyways."

Nightmare started rubbing his hoof against the ground, as if he was digging for something. Twilight responded to this by changing her stance to an offensive one, and began to illuminate his horn. Nightmare's clawing became more and more intense as he finally started to break the ground bellow him. His now somewhat pointed hooves assisted him in digging through the softened mush.

"You did something to the princesses. How else did you turn into an Alicorn?!" She asked, the magic aura surrounding her horn growing more and more intense as she raised her voice. Her anger grew more and more concentrated, her hatred for Nightmare showing through her tone and physical stance.

"All I did is help them find somepony better for the job. Tyrants aren't very fit for this line of work. They're...very prone to...assassination."

Nightmare's words reverberated across the dark field, the cold tone he said it in giving Twilight brain freeze. Her head began to throb at his words, the thoughts causing her great despair. It was as if everything in her life, everything around her had suddenly lost all of its meaning. Rarity, she was recovering from. The disappearance of Sweetie Belle, she could cope to. The death of Celestia? It did not even seem possible to kill an Alicorn, let alone the princess of Equestria. Does that mean Nightmare has ascended even the power of a God?

Just him along with that notebook that was constantly mentioned was enough to take down even Celestia? Was he already God even before he became an Alicorn?

Then, a striking feeling inside of her chest pulled her back into reality. Looking straightforward, she saw Nightmare levitating a brown and sullied scrap of paper and an equally dirty pen.

Nightmare's smile struck her heart almost as much as the physical assault on her internal organ. It was a large, evil smile that basically created an aura of despair.

Twilight attempted to crawl towards Nightmare, her wings folding in as she did. She got to his front hooves, grabbed one, and looked up at him. She held onto his hoof valiantly and began to say something.

"B-bas....tard...." She mumbled before she blacked out.

"And as such, that marks the beginning of the next phase." Nightmare commented, walking away into the darkness.

"A-Ah!" Colonel Heaveswood awoke from a deep sleep at the hospital. He had an oxygen mask on, and was in a well-lit room, surrounded by police officers from his department, and his two fillies crying at his bedside.

In response to his awakening, the room began to bustle with movement.

"Ch-chief?!" A dark green pony in uniform cried as the rest of the room began to close in on him, a doctor running in as they did. It was Dr. Siegfried.

His two fillies were already attempting to get onto the bed, however it was much higher than they anticipated, and they lost balance and fell off before looking back to face Dr. Siegfried. Their warm, hopeful expressions melted from their faces like an ice cube left in the sun when they saw the dark expression on his face.

Dr. Siegfried motioned for the ponies to make a hole so he can get through he approached the bed, clipboard in hand. He looked Colonel Heaveswood in the eye, clear expression of disapproval. He sat the clipboard down in front of the Colonel, and gazed at him, with a look of anger and disappointment.

"For this very reason, I told you not to work on that case anymore. Heaveswood you just had 3 major heart attacks in the last 7 hours. Quite frankly you should be dead right now." Dr. Siegfried explained, Heaveswood's eyes widening as he did.

"3 major...heart attacks?"

"It seems the first one crippled your heart so much it can't handle much stress anymore. The first one definitely should have killed you, but since your not dead, it caused your heart to become significantly weaker, which is why these complications are even happening."

The tense moment was interrupted by the children who were excited at their father's return. They began jumping all over him, showering him with hugs.

Dr. Siegfried pulled the two off, warning the both of them about his complications. It was clear they did not understand.

Suddenly, Sycamore Gavin, the new king of Equestria, strolled in.

He had on an Equestrian Royal guard uniform, his plethora of medals jingling as they clashed against each other. His new form made him much taller, his mane grew noticeably longer, and his new wings were folded inwards, resting along the sides of his new body.

"What's he doing here?" Heaveswood asked, turning to Dr. Siegfried, expecting An answer, but Sycamore himself decided to answer him. "Oh...wait..."

"Due to your complications. I am here to properly retire you as police chief."

Starshooter

Dahlia Moonlit sat her smoldering hot coffee onto her table. It was the morning of two days after the kidnapping of the three police officials. The operation had went smoothly, she told her boss, and that they were planning on moving to phase two as soon as possible. In contrast to her uncle, she preferred hot coffee over cold, and would only one if the other wasn't readily available. She sipped it at a normal pace, stretching her neck as she looked forward with no expression. She had black eyeliner on her eyes and sported her hair tied back into a ponytail, making her a look strikingly similar to her uncle.

Next to Dahlia was another pony, this one being a Unicorn. Her mane was styled with her bangs sticking, surprisingly, upward, in a way that was mocking of a Super Sayain. It was colored a light burgundy, with purple tips on the edges, and she also had a gray coat, with her tail being rolled into a roller. It was obvious that today was probably one of her "I don't care" days from the roller. Her eyes were heavy as if she had just gotten off of a late night guard duty, but this was somewhat hidden by her also black eyeliner, and her makeup filled face.

Dahlia glared at three ponies that lie in front of her, all of them having their hooves tied behind their backs and their mouths restricted by purple clothes. Each of them were dirty, withered even, and their eyes were red from severe exhaustion. It was as if their eyes very nerves had been strained to extreme ends. Dahlia slammed her hoof on the ground, demanding full attention from all of them.

"I'm not letting any of you go to sleep." Dahlia finally said, cracking her neck as she sat down the coffee softly onto the wooden table.

They began to struggle once again, not unlike worms that had just got washed up from a long, cold rain. They're struggles were not met by any sort of comfort, as Dahlia just continued to look down on them, as if she had some sort of Tsundere God Complex, disgracing them with her disgusted looks. After what seemed like hours, she finally opened her mouth.

"None of you are going to sleep until I get exactly what I want." Dahlia said, crossing her hooves one hoof over another, shaking her head as she shifted her gaze over to her assistant, who she then began to address. She curled her lip as she mumbled something into the ear of her dreary assistant.

"Yes ma'am." The mystery mare replied, her sleepy gaze turning to the three ponies. One began speaking in quick succession. The mare used her horn to remove the cloth from his mouth, causing him to cough violently, his body reacting very roughly to the esophageal assault. A small amount of blood leaked out of his mouth as he started to make more sense of himself.

"What exactly do you want?! You can't expect us to give you what you want when we don't even know can you?!" Dynamo choked out under a sore throat as he held back solemn tears of pain.

"What we want?" Replied the unnamed mare, who looked back to her boss with a quizzical look plastered onto her face. Dahlia returned the same look, but quickly overcame the shocked attitude and opened her mouth slowly.

"We don't want our lord caught." A voice said before Dahlia could utter out those same words. From the darker corner of the house came a gray furred pony with green and light lemon mane walked into the room and ugh an authoritative look on his face. He wore the same Kira robe and a police badge attached to the upper right corner.

"Lord Starshooter." The two ponies greeted the mysterious pony, getting into a Bowing sort of position as if peasants greeting a king.

"It's rare for anyone to truly understand the will of our lord. He is meaning no harm to society, and is doing what is best for it in fact. His ideals are the only thing keeping the world afloat today. Today's world was filled with nothing but violence and hatred. And look at it now. He has replaced those feelings with the next best alternative: death. Some foolishness only death can cure. And if you haven't noticed by now, Kira's medication is curing the violence in this putrid world." Starshooter spoke with a slight lisp, making his voice a little less intimidating, but his words still cut into the air as if a samurai was attempting to slice their very hope into a thousand pieces.

It was difficult for the group to comprehend what Starshooter was saying. What he was saying made perfect sense, but at the same time what he was saying was definitely wrong. Yes Kira was ridding the world of all of the bad, but by doing something bad? Evil is still evil, even when eradicating another evil. But what...what is justice in that sense? What if only evil can stamp out evil and not the other way around? Would that magically make him right? Is Kira right?

"And since you three specifically keep getting in my brothers' way. Which one of you are to die first?"

Author's Note

Not so long but hey, it's something

Escape

Starshooter scratched the back of his head as he stared down Spark, who was looking back intently. She gave an unnoticeable small nod to the other two ponies, and turned her head back to Starshooter and Dahlia. Starshooter narrowed his eyes, as if expecting her to do something suspicious.

Without warning, Spark flipped her body upwards, almost losing balance and attempting to tackle Starshooter. Starshooter quickly dodged to the right and Dahlia instead took the misaimed assault.
Dahlia fell backwards to the ground as a result, with a harsh thump resounding through the area as she did. At the first opportunity, she rolled over twice and tossed Spark right off of her, straight into the table that she had been residing previously. The coffee was knocked off the table and sprayed everywhere, staining carpet and wall alike. Quickly recovering from her disorientation, she performed a twirling kick, twisting and knocking her assailant backwards. Spark grabbed a fork in her mouth from the fallen table and rushed back to her two subordinates at a speed that the Flash would be impressed with. She cleverly dragged the sharp edge against the ropes binding them and broke the bonds.

Starshooter clenched his teeth and galloped towards the two newly freed ponies. He leapt into the air and tackled the dazed Dynamo Pad to the ground. The two began to wrestle and snap at each other before Dynamo stabbed his horn deeply into Starshooter's hoof, causing him to recoil backwards. Starshooter curled up around his hoof as he rolled in pain and agony, yelling.

As if on cue, Dahlia kicked Spark in the muzzle and launched her backwards into Aryan, who caught her to break the fall.

"Sorry… not much of a fighter." Spark said breathlessly, allowing herself to topple lightly onto the floor. Aryan solemnly nodded her head as a response. Dahlia regained her balance and slowly stalked up to the side of the lemon-lime-maned stallion. Starshooter greeted her with a nod. As they prepared another attack, both of their eyes flew open.

Spark and the other two flinched backward at the sudden movement, afraid the pair must have realized something detrimental.

"Tch." Dahlia muttered before disappearing into a cloud of dust. No traces were left of her presence, including the strong smell of pumpkin pie the mare seemed to always smell of.

"Luckily for you three, we must withdraw." Starshooter growled, before turning his back to the three.
Dynamo, mustering his courage, called out from behind Spark. "It can't be this easy. What's the catch?"

"The catch is that this is unfinished business. And I don't like to let unfinished business to just wander around. Either way. Our lord will prevail and there is nothing anypony can do to stop him."

"Your ‘lord’ is nothing but a murderer who deserves the death penalty!"

At this remark, Starshooter vanished in a black blur, leaving the shocked ponies alone. After a short silence, a child-like tone suddenly broke the silence.
"So… uh… what're we gonna do now?" Dynamo asked, directing his attention towards the leader.
"Well..." Spark started.
~
"Sweetie Belle?" Apple Bloom called, walking along a dirt road on the outskirts of Hoovington. Normally Sweetie wouldn't be out this long, so she and Scootaloo had decided to devise a "Cutie Mark Crusader Rescue Party."

"Oh; it's that lawyer guy's house!"

Author's Note

New laptop, meaning I lost all my old docs with my story on it. Lucky me right? Well here's the next chapter, very short because of that, but next one will be a tad longer.

Vivant Moonlit

Attorney General Sawyer slicked his mane back with some petroleum jelly that lie in a gray canister on his desk. Ever since the data deletion incident, he's had to work all day and all night in order to keep the place running. The source of that error never could be found out, but there was a very good suspicion that it had been carried out by this 'L' pony.

Lawrence tapped his hoof onto his desk impatiently, waiting for his expensive laptop to boot up, before a knock at his door snapped him out of his focus.

"Come in." Lawrence answered the knock, moving the computer from the center of the desk to the side as he crossed his front hooves on top of his desk in a very business-like manner.

An unicorn entered the room levitating a large stack of files with a few papers taped to the top of them. She was on the taller end of ponies, and she wore a large set of lens. Her mane was a dark shade of purple, with dark green tips on the ends, and her eyes were a deep red. Her coat was a dark gray color, with an unnaturally vibrant yellow and black bumblebee cutie mark plastered on her flank.

"Ah, you are the new secretary correct?" Lawrence greeted her warmly, extending his hoof for a hoofshake.

"That would be the truth, yes. It is nice to finally make your acquaintance." She responded, returning the smile, though hers was a lot more sullen than his, as if something was actually bothering her. Lawrence sensed this, but decided against saying anything, considering though she was hired a week ago the two had just now recently met.

"And to what do I owe the honors? Actually no, your name, if I may?" Sawyer started, before stopping himself, almost forgetting formalities.

"Vivant Moonlit, Chief Starshooter's younger sister."

"Attorney General Lawrence Sa- wait a minute did you just say Moonlit?"

"Yes. I do realize my family has a somewhat dark past of trying to take over Equestria but I do hope this doesn't get in the way of us-"

"No, no, not at all. I do have a question however. You wouldn't happen to know Nightmare and Dahlia Moonlit would you?" Lawrence questioned a bit intrusively. He wrapped his pure gold magic aura around the doorknob and whisked it shut, then returning his focus to the observant Vivant.

"Nightmare? I haven't heard from him in a long time. Last I've heard he's not doing anything but sitting in a run down shack in charge of a convenience store." Vivant Moonlit responded in a somewhat mocking tone, obviously not having very much respect for her cousin.

Lawrence almost puffed out his cheeks, having to contain his laughter.

"I don't know where you heard that from! He's now the Commanding General of the Equestrian Military."

Vivant lowered herself into one of the seats that Lawrence had set up facing him. She crossed her hooves in front of her. She didn't like having to sit in seats, as she didn't really think much of having her privates exposed in the position she was sitting in.

"That's interesting considering him and Celestial have a long lived hatred towards each other. It sounds like it would take a lot for him to be put in charge of anything, in fact, I'm surprised he even passed the Bar in the first place considering that State Prosecutor Bars have to go through Celestia herself."

Lawrence looked into a different direction, cracking his neck in the process. "Yeah. I know."

"Anyways, I brought a couple of reports that details some missing ponies, one of which is actually Princess Twilight Sparkle." Vivant started, taking the bow off of the stack of papers and beginning to assort them to where Lawrence could easily see them.

"Oh really? They still haven't located her?"

Vivant rolled her eyes. "If they had located her in pretty confident I would not be filing a report regarding her disappearance."

Lawrence chuckled about, noticing how close her personality was to Nightmare's. He also began to silently laugh at the idea of the two talking to each other, as he figured two condescending personalities would make a pretty funny mix.

"With half due respect, I don't think the disappearance of a Princess is very funny." Vagrant said with an obvious sound of annoyance in her voice.

"Ha.. your a brave one." Lawrence commented. She was scraping the line of being an asshole at this point. He smiled at the thought. "Anyways, who else is amongst these missing ponies?"

"Two fillies who were close acquaintances of Princess Twilight, actually. One Sweetie Belle, and one Scootaloo." Vivant said, using her dark gray aura to open up two specific files with pictures of the two missing ponies paper clipped at the front.

Lawrence winced at the mention of Sweetie Belle's name, considering what he heard had transpired a while ago conceding Sweetie Belle, Nightmare, Sycamore, and the Princesses. He shook it off, sliding the pile of reports over to himself.

"According to the Police over at Hoovington, a search team is scouring the area around the forest nicknamed 'Whispy Woods' by locals, and it seems apparent that they have no intention of searching the thick foliage themselves. She had reportedly been last seen by her friend Applebloom."

"Reason for that being what exactly?" Lawrence asked, raising an eyebrow at the revelation.

"I cannot say for sure, as I do not know myself. I don't agree with it though. She could have wandered into those woods and gotten lost that way.

"My new question, what were those two fillies doing all the way in Hoovington anyhow?"

"That, as well, is open to interpretation. It's coincidental that you mentioned Nightmare Moonlit earlier, it seems that that is the very ponies house that the two fillies had tried to enter."

"Wait a second, they tried to break into Nightmare's house?" The surprised attorney general asked, now uncrossing his hooves and putting them both to his sides.

"According to Applebloom, yes. They think Nightmare may have something to do with Sweetie Belle's disappearance, and now Applebloom believe that Nightmare himself is also responsible for the disappearance of Scootaloo. Nightmare has turned into quite the fetishist." Vivant commented, tightening her crossed legs.

Yet another knock then came to the door, Lawrence answering it with the same greeting that he had given Vivant.

"It sure has been a good minute since I've been here, eh, Attorney General?"

And with that familiar mix of a deep tone and a mocking voice, the oh so peculiar presence of the new King of Equestria strolled into the office, followed by one Colonel Sweet Pen, and another Colonel Heaveswood.

"Ah true it has King Gavin! What's been keeping you away?" The elated attorney asked, rising from his seat and promptly walking over to greet the new king. He grabbed his hoof and shook it up and down quickly, playing the part of the best friend whom the other hasn't seen in a long time very nicely.

"Becoming a king has come with a lot of work, some of that work bringing me here. I would like you to properly retire Colonel Heaveswood not only as Chief of Police, but also the Officer in Charge of the Kira Investigation Unit." Gavin replied, stepping aside so that Colonel Heaveswood would come into full view.

"Ah yes. Colonel Heaveswood. Are you prepared for your resignation and meritorious discharge promotion?"

"Lord."

The word reverberated through a dark chamber. It was located in a corner of the mountain that bordered the Everfree Forest. It was decently hidden, you would have to go through a hidden underground passageway in the absolute middle of the forest in order to travel to the chamber, and even then, there were many branching paths, and only those of the Cult of Kira knew the correct pathway.

The chamber was filled with twenty Cult of Kira members, hoods cloaking all of their bodies aside from Starshooter and Dahlia, who stood at the front of their respective ends of the crowd.

"I have brought the sacrifices." A deep voice said, entering the chamber with two bodies wrapped in a blue blanket. He allowed them to rest onto the ground in front of him as he looked through his own hood, his deep red and black eyes seeming to shine in the dimly lit cavern.

"Ryuuk. Prepare the Note Deal." Nightmare declared, now pulling out a familiar gray notebook, scribbling both Twilight and Scootaloo's names into it and underlining them three times.

The two bodies then began to float into midair and were surrounded by a blackness that seemed to come from nowhere and envelope the two, it then zipping right into the floating Shinigami's claws.

"Be right back." Ryuuk proclaimed, promptly disappearing.

Author's Note

As always, comments are appreciated, constructive criticism as well. I apologize for the hiatus between chapters

The Note Deal

Ryuuk arrived at a world completely devoid of color, besides his own glowing red eyes. Everything was surrounding by a dark and depressing aura, and the human bones that littered the area did nothing to help its disturbing vibe. A slow moan could be heard emanating from the background, as if the wind was whistling through the skulls of humans. The whistling added to the already ominous environment, lowering the atmosphere to an even more depressing tone.

Ryuuk had two cloaked bodies on each of his shoulders, held tightly. With those bodies in his possession, he began to navigate through the unhappy dimension, flying around dead trees and broken infrastructure. The moan seemed to get louder as Ryuuk arrived at a large barren clearing with a hoard of cloaked figures gathered in the middle. In the back of the clearing was a large chair made completely of human skulls and other human bones, all compiled together to form a large piece of furniture, by which a large shadowy figure was sitting atop.

The figure's crown glistened, and seemed completely out of place as it was the only thing other than the deep red glow of the Shinigami's eyes, that provided even a hint of color in the world. The Shinigami himself was simple enough, he wa nothing more than human skeleton cloaked in a deep blue coat, with the aforementioned crown lying atop his head. The cloaked figures in the middle of the clearing one by one began to turn their heads towards the king figure, and began to get onto one knee and lower their heads solemnly as if in deep prayer or mourning.

If this entire atmosphere reminding him of anything that he experienced in Equestria, that would be Rarity's funeral. It was as if the very life had been sucked out of every single pony in attendance. Even Nightmare Moonlit himself seemed a tad bit off in that regard. The entirety of the atmosphere was devoid of any sort of positive emotions, and all that remained was a very deep negative connotation that lingered in the air. He was a Shinigami however, he was used to this sort of atmosphere, being surrounded by death and destruction was his life. however, the day of Rarity's funeral was a lot more than he would have expected. The negative emotions were far stronger than any other he could have ever experienced elsewhere. It was as if a world figure had died and the entire world was in mourning. Even the weather itself seemed to be mourning as if a tribute to Rarity that day.

Ryuuk shook his head quickly. He wasn't sure what exactly brought that entire thought of that ordeal into his mind, but it was the last thing that needed to be on his mind if he were to face the Shinigami King. It was rumored that the Shinigami King could sense even the most miniscule bit of weakness inside of one's soul. Though he was just a soul.

As Ryuuk approached the Shinigami King, setting the two bodies in front of his throne as he stepped down from the air. Ryuuk allowed a knee to hit the ground as he got into a position somewhat reminiscent of a bowing stance. The king himself took very long to respond to ryuuk, more than likely because of all the years that he had spent there, rumour had it that he was there for tens of thousands of years, and he never once moved from his skull chair to do anything.

"Ryuuk, are these the prepared sacrifices?" The Shinigami King asked, ominously raising his skeletal digit to point at the two bodies that Ryuuk had previously laid before him. The Shinigami king's voice sounded raspy and distorted, as if he was speaking through some sort of voice converted like "L" had used in the Human World. However, Ryuuk knew this was no mere voice converter, and what he was hearing was the very voice of the 'God' of the Shinigami World. He was like the Light/Nightmare Moonlit of the Shinigami Realm.

Ryuuk nodded silently, as he began to rise from the ground, now looking at the Shinigami King directly. The king had shifted his head to look back at Ryuuk, moving one of his skeleton fingers in a circular motion, as if waiting on a response.

The Shinigami King then nodded back, a dark energy then enveloping the two bodies, bringing them up to great heights. They then disappeared, as if into nonexistence, before a small, gray notebook replaced the missing bodies, which then fell directly into the open hands of the Shinigami King.

"And that is the notebook received in exchange right?" Ryuuk asked, beginning to hover, but then noticing that the Shinigami King had raised his hand in a motion signaling for Ryuuk to stop. In response, Ryuuk landed back onto the ground area in front of the throne, his wings folding back inwards. He returned to his bowing position before looking up to see that the Shinigami King had seemed to doze off. His head had tilted slightly to the side and his crown began to hang off a bit as his body made slow, but sure movements until Ryuuk actually noticed that he had went to sleep on him. Ryuuk seemed a bit agitated in that regard.

"Hey...sir?" Ryuuk asked calmly, unsure of how to address the Shinigami King,He had only spoken to him a single other time, and during that time it was not even required that he use any sort of mannerisms.

After what seemed like an eternity to Ryuuk, the Shinigami King's mouth began to slowly move before hoarse words began to flow from his mouth.

"The Universe of the Ponies. The two sacrifices, an adult Alicorn and a filly, have met the conditions as they would be in the human realm, which would be an adult and a baby. This notebook, is an exact copy minus the names written inside of it of one Sycamore Gavin's notebook. As such, since that notebook is one of the Special Ones, this one shall have all of the power that that notebook brings along with it. This will be dropped into the Griffon Kingdom, as it was written in one Nightmare Moonlit's notebook. Are these conditions correct Ryuuk?" The Shinigami King questioned, the notebook now levitating into midair.

The Attorney-General stepped up to Colonel Heaveswood, a solemn look sullen across his face as he shook his head. He made his eyes meet Colonel Heaveswood as he opened his mouth to speak words that he knew the soon to be retired police commissioner would not want to hear. Everything seemed to slow down for the split seconds that it would take for his mouth to allow the sullen words to escape, and hang in the air like articles of clothing on an old clothesline.

"While i do appreciate the service that you have provided us in attempting to capture Kira, even heroes must retire eventually. I do think that this should be the end of the road for you. Allowing you to continue, you'll only be hurting yourself even more for no more of a reason than to protect your own pride." Lawrence finished, a serious look sprawled across his face. It was clear this was not any sort of bad joke, as much as Colonel Heaveswood would have hoped that it was. The room temperature seemed to drop ten degrees, as the air around it seemed to chill, creating goosebumps on the Colonel.

"It isn't even my pride! That monster does not need to roam free as a bird!" Colonel Heaveswood rebutted with a hoarse voice. His entire presence was a shadow of its former self. He was wrapped in bandages, almost head to toe, in fact, and he could barely open his right eye, as one of the heart attacks left some of his nerves damaged. It was clear that Colonel Heaveswood had been through some tough times after the continuous heart attacks. His mental state right now, even, could be considered questionable, as he never was known to blow up on short notice as he did just now. It could be either that or he has grown so attached to the case to the point that he could be considered obsessed with it.

"You fail to understand the severity of this situation. My obligation to all of you police ponies everywhere is to make sure that your safety comes first. If even for a moment i can suspect that you would be put into a terrible situation that could result in your deaths then I am obligated as the Attorney General to withdraw you from the situation, which is the power i am executing right now. Trust me, it is nothing personal, but some things have to be done, especially when lives are at stake. Tell me, if that last heart attack finished the job, what would your children do?" Attorney General Sawyer asked, bringing up a very tense subject between the two. He knew that if anything was more important to the old Colonel rather than the Kira case, it was the lives of his two fillies, which he cherished more than anything after the entirety of his family had left him, whether it be in death or figuratively.

"Look sir, if I were to just let Kira roam free even the lives of my own children would be at stake! No matter who you are, if we have a maniac out there killing ponies with whatever sort of device or notebook, or whatever you want to call it, everyone, and i mean that in the most literal sense, Everyone, is in trouble, not just the ones of commit crimes. What if Kira suddenly changes his viewpoint, and suddenly starts considering petty theft a crime worthy of death? Or maybe we are going to wait until this pony decides that something as simple as stepping outside of your house is worthy of death?! The longer we sit around the more severe this situation shall become! And that has nothing to do with me, it is just simple fact! All of this time we are wasting right now deciding whether or not I should be relieved of duty, we could be trying to cooperate with each other to capture this maniac." Colonel Heaveswood exclaimed, not even allowing his mouth breaks in between words. his words reverberated through the room, and they truly showed how serious he was, and how much pride he had as an officer in the police force. This was not something he could just allow to slide by.

"My number one priority right now is your safety Colonel Heaveswood. We will catch Kira. Have you forgotten about the rest of your team?" Lawrence asked, as he began to turn from Heaveswood and look outside. The weather had changed somewhat drastically, as it had now began to unleash some snow flurries. Lawrence had to wonder about that, as he had not read anything about any sort of snow in the weather column. The flurries scattered about, some managing to slap themselves onto the edge of his large, room sized window. It was honestly, in his opinion, sort of pathetic. But maybe it was just his pessimistic view of non material things that made him think that sort of way. In any other situation this would be a beautiful display of what nature could surprise you with.

"They need my help. There is a reason I was appointed police commissioner. It was because of my ability to lead my ponies to victory. Its on my Cutie Mark for the love of God! Please. Just allow me to catch Kira. My last act as the Interpol Commissioner." Colonel Heaveswood had stooped to a bowing state, and his eyes were clenched behind the large task glasses that he wore. He had broken out into a noticeable nervous sweat, and he began trembling. Were all of his efforts but for naught?

Sycamore gavin stepped into the view of Colonel Heaveswood, standing next to the Attorney General, visually indicating that he was on the Attorney General's side on this situation. He cracked his neck, then opening his mouth to begin speaking. It was a long wait, as Sycamore had to think of a good way to put what he was about to say. They were given strict orders, but even so this was still to be considered a very delicate situation, especially with a pony this dedicated to the case. His emotions were very obviously unstable at the moment, and it was a given that he had no intention on giving up.

"There are some thing you just have to let go Colonel Heaveswood. Trust us, we will capture Kira, if it's the last thing we do. He has hurt many people, and that is a crime that cannot just be excused in my eyes. You have to have some sort of faith in your fellow ponies, thinking that we won't be able to handle the case without you is not exactly showing your confidence you have in us." The new king stated, trying to be as blunt, but fair, as possible. he kept his voice steady as possible, but it became hard for him not to laugh, as he could not stand people acting so pathetic. To be reduced to beg to keep a position was downright ungrateful.

The look on the colonel's face showed complete defeat, his eyes had closed even tighter and his head began to hang lower than usual, slight breathing difficulties audible from his mouth. his trembling began to worsen as he slammed his front hoof into the ground, feeling defeated in every sense of the word. He felt disgusted with himself. His body had deteriorated itself to the point that not even the Equestrian Interpol, the syndicate that he had dedicated most of his middle aged life to, had wanted nothing to do with him, even after everything that he had done to help them in the past. He felt useless.

"As much as I would like to grant you permission to finish this case-"

"Allow me to interrupt." Vivant said, arising from her chair and using her hoof to swipe the hair that hang over her face. "I do believe the Colonel should be given a chance in this regard. Surely this last task would not prove of too much trouble for the two of you to allow him to do. Just consider it, if you both just allowed him to walk out of this door, and suddenly the God up above decides to take him away, then what? All of his work, his dreams, everything will go straight down the gutter and you both know that. This has been made personal to the Colonel. If you fire him now and Kira is never caught then really there's no one else to blame here. The entire case would be put under scrutiny with his passing an-"

Sycamore raised his hoof dangerously close to her face. "We get it. I understand your concern,but-"

The fourth interruption in a row then occurred, this once coming from a ringing phone in the pocket of the Attorney General himself. The Attorney General excused himself to a corner in the room as Sycamore and Vivant began bickering concerning how dangerously close the former came to hitting the latter, before Lawrence, trotted over at a high speed, wrapping his hoof around Sycamore's front hoof and basically dragging him outside. He turned a corner, then letting go of the now irritated king of Equestria, allowing him to catch his footing before moving the phone closer to their ears.

"What the hell Lawrence?" Sycamore asked before Lawrence pressed a button allowing the cell phone to speak louder. The voice that travelled from the phone was very familiar to the both of them: a very panicked, angry, even, Nightmare Moonlit. A slight rumble was present in the background, and it was clear that the weather was more unstable at the COK hideout, than it was up at the Attorney Generals office.

"The entire place just, y'know, exploded! Everyone but myself, Starshooter, Dahlia, and two other COK members are still alive!" Nightmare screamed, a lot of emotions present in his voice, most of which we unaccounted for especially considering the type of pony Nightmare usually was. It took a lot for something to discomfort him enough to change how he responded to certain situations, so the two knew that this had to be the real deal.

"The hell? Is that General Moonlit? An explosion? What?" Sycamore asked, motioning for Lawrence to bring the phone closer to him so that he could hear more. Lawrence scooted himself a bit closer to Sycamore, bringing the phone up to both of their ears, in an attempt to make hearing easier.

"God, your at the COK base correct?" Sycamore asked, moving his muzzle closer to the phone to make absolute sure that Nightmare could hear him. Over the line, Nightmare could be heard shuffling through some thick shrubbage and the light tapping of hooves could be heard slapping themselves against the ground. The voices of the others of the Moonlit clan could be heard moaning in discomfort as well, indicating they may have started going through some sharp foliage.

"Of course, we had to do the Note Deal remember?" Nightmare reminded them as he mumbled a moan of discomfort.

"Hm. That's interesting." Sycamore mumbled, almost seeming like he didn't care much for the situation at hand, causing Nightmare to let out an annoyed grunt.

"You don't get it yet do you? This was an assassination attempt! And they've claimed the lives of the COK."

Author's Note

Finally got my computer back from the shop. Sorry for the wait, tried to make this extra long for you all. Any comments, suggestions, criticisms, I'm open to them all. New story art coming soon by the way.

The Summit Deal

Nightmare Moonlit, Sycamore Gavin, and Lawrence Sawyer were all gathered in a simply lighted room with white walling and a multicolored floor. The tiles glistened as if they had just been giving a deep cleaning and waxing, and they reflected the bodies of the two ponies that were standing on them. In the corner of the small room was a small white bed complete with white covers. The bloodstains at the ends of the bed were very ambiguous, already having dried a bit. The bed was littered with gauzes, white and beige ones specifically, and they surrounded the single alicorn that lie motionless in the bed.

Nightmare himself could have been in better positions. He was naked, which he had not been for the last couple months unless he was relieving himself, and his normally well-groomed mane was charred at the ends, to the point that his scalp was visible in some areas. His left wing was also charred, half of it completely missing with charred remains in their wake. His right wing was virtually untouched, as was the rest of his body, suffering only small burn patches across his fur. His eyes shone a deep red with black increments mixed in, his eyes emanating pure and unrelenting anger.

Sycamore and Lawrence, both in their respective uniforms and attire, were at the foot of the bed looking at their damaged master with mixed looks of contempt and solemn. It was as if somepony had shot a bird out of the sky, and then caught fire to it, as Nightmare looked completely miserable, he however maintained his intimidating presence, the mere look on his face radiating quiet rage. Sycamore heavily shifted his body weight, attempting to break the dead silence that hung in the air of the conditioned room. He opened his mouth, as if ready to say something regarding the situation, but then stopped, recognising that he may be better of by staying quiet.

Nightmare shifted his gaze to the end of the bed, his red eyes piercing through the sharp, cold air of the room.

"My left wing has been burned beyond recognition. Though Alicorns have the power of regeneration this could take months upon years to heal, the doctors told me." Nightmare stated in a flat, monotone voice. Though there was no audible feeling in his voice, it was clear that a full ocean of malice and anger lay in wait behind his words.

"God..." Lawrence began before Nightmare began to move his pursed lips again.

"My right wing only suffered minor damage to the nerves. My hair will eventually grow back."

"That is good to hear but-"

"This is unacceptable. I need not hear another word about this. You two will figure out who did this to me." Nightmare commanded, him growling as if he was a wolf hungry for blood. His words reverberated through the room as if the three where in a hollow cave with every word that he said.

The two others just stood there,not knowing what to do here. It was very apparent that Nightmare was not thinking straightly right now and that all he wanted was revenge. His vision was being clouded by the insatiable urge for vengeance against the perpetrators. Sycamore Gavin faced away from the bed, slowly opening his mouth, as if about to say something before Nightmare looked up at him, knowing that something was about to be said that had to be of some sort of importance to the situation.

"Next week, there is a meeting scheduled for the Alliance of the nations. If you can not remember, that is the collective highest ranking political members of each of the races and each of the countries meeting in one area. Unfortunately, I have to prepare a speech for said conference. We are to talk about Kira during the conference, and we have to meet at least one more time and discuss what is being said. You have to recognize that I have no political experience outside of a couple speeches that i made as the Police chief. That is not enough for me to be able to communicate with these other leaders AND stay under my cover at the same time." Sycamore very verbally explained, still facing away from Nightmare. Even though he was facing in a completely different direction, he could feel Nightmares sharp gaze shooting through him like a bullet through the heart.

"As it stands now it seems that you are correct y'know." The distraught general said, shaking his head in disappointment at himself as he started to regain the normal calm, composed demeanor that he normally kept. He shook his head quickly from side to side. "Does the Attorney General have to be present?"

"Unfortunately, no. I will be going into this one alone."

"So they do not allow you to take another pony along with you?" Lawrence asked a hoof going up to his chin.

"They do not. The security in this place is very tight as well, full body frisks of everything that goes in and out of the meeting rooms, disabling spells on the horns of the ones that arrive, you are brought to the rendezvous in a dark chariot that you cannot see where you are going, a lot of security precautions are put into this meeting, so there won't be any way for me to contact either of you in transit, while, or on my way out of there." Sycamore explained thoroughly, making sure even the simplest of minds could understand what he was saying, as these details were very detailed and confidential.

"And is that how each of you going to this summit be transported?"

"It is, I will be transported the same way that every other world leader will be transported, and they also will not be able to bring along any sort of aids or assistants during the meeting. It was also said that there will be very tight surveillance on the way to, there, and on the way back from the summit, so it is not like I can bring along a page or two of the notebook without being caught."

"It would be quite easy to sneak a page into the summit, so it is more of a fact of you getting caught while doing it." Nightmare said, catching himself up to speed.

"Yes. At the same time I would also have to worry about who else would see me, and what sort of guards they have with them, what their power levels are, things of that sort."

"So this is a very delicate operation. Interesting." Nightmare said, his powerful gaze dropping into a more analytical one as he began to brainstorm ideas to get around the problems that he had presented.

"The risks are very high here. If the ponies of Equestria see that i am not able to stand politically against other nations then i may very well be removed from office, and if that happens, your control over the media will diminish to almost none. We are too far into the game to lose out right now."

"If you are uncovered or you are seen to have no political competence, that would ruin part of the plan, especially since your supposed to keep the media at bay while i quietly whittle down the criminals from my little wrinky-dink house. Wait a minute. Speaking of my house."

"Yes sir?"

"My house... I am forgetting something."

"I dont follow."

"SWEETIE BELLE!!"

Prime Minister Necalli

The Griffon Kingdom is a large, skyborn kingdom set 20,000 feet in the air, aboard many clouds. The Griffon Kingdom was home to Griffons and the occasional Pegasus of all shapes and sizes. It was, however, frowned upon if a pegasus were to enter the ground of the Griffon Kingdom expecting to be able to settle there.

The Griffons, though very technologically advanced, were primitive in their thinking style, having the idea made up in their mind that the Griffon Kingdom was sacred ground that only those of their own specimen should be able to transgress. As such, Griffons were rarely known to have interactions with ponies, wolves, or any other ground based species for that matter. They generally shown to keep to themselves, make their own technology, and not offer any sorts of political trades unless necessary, or an emergency situation was called by the Summit committee.

This was one of those situations.

The hustle and bustle of the Prime Ministers office in the Griffon Kingdom was very unnatural. Unde any other circumstance, the Prime Minister was basically just a figurehead used to keep all of the Griffons under the impression that everything was under control and that there was nothing to worry about politics wise. The Prime Minister himself, is considered the highest appointed office that any one Griffon can hold, however it is not actually stated that that is the highest office. It is simply recognised as such by other nations, and the Griffons, at most times not needing to communicate with other species, went along with it.

Put into simpler terms, Prime Minister Necalli had no experience.

Prime Minister Necalli can be described as being a very courteous, caring Griffon. This is what attracted his attention to politics. It was a if he was a naturally born leader, with all the skills to make things happen pre-built in to his personality. His strengths relied on using peoples emotions to turn them his way in making things happen. He is part of the reason that the Griffons are so much more technologically advanced than the ponies are. However, this does not mean Necalli himself was without fault. He had committed his fair share of crimes, including accidentally murdering a Griffon using a notebook.

Necalli came across the notebook a couple of days before the scheduled rendezvous for the Summit of world leaders. The notebook was lying very hidden under a layer of clouds that griffons had been walking over all day, so it was semi buried. He took it home, read over the rules, and, just like his Alicorn counterpart, tested it out just to see if it worked. It should be beyond question that it did, in fact, work. so well, in fact, that even the immediate family of the Griffon killed were also either killed or severely injured in some way. Necalli, however, did not mean for it to go this far.

This, is why Necalli sat in his large red chair, scooted closely up to his desk, with his claws clenched into his temples and his head held down. His red fur slipped upwards out of his claws, looking like weeds that are trying to escape the confines of pavement, and springing outwards towards the light that they so crave. It was apparent that a situation such as this one was not very prevalent in the life of the Prime Minister, and that the fact that it was all hitting him like a bus into a wall was nothing more than another reason for Necalli to feel all but comforted with his decisions.

Necalli shifted his head upwards, bags clear under his eyes and his eyes themselves seeming to take on a darker shade of blue than they normally would. His face practically gleamed with fatigue and restlessness, his uneasy shifting and shaking simply amplifying the emotions he was feeling at the time.

A knock at the door snapped Necalli out of his depressed stupor for the slit second that it took for him to dash towards the door and open it, knocking over his desk lamp in the process, making the room almost completely dark aside from the area closest to the floor, which was illuminated, just barely, by the impeding light source. The door opening also provided a bit of white light to creep into the room, clashing harshly with the orange like tent of Necalli's desk lamp.

A male, muscular griffon, about double the size of Necalli was standing ominously at the door, his physical appearance in itself being enough to scare off the most sensible of ponies and griffons. However, his gruff appearance was met with a soft smile from Necalli, Necalli almost instantly extending his left claw in an attempt to execute a handshake with the new figure. The figure's serious expression faltered for a moment before regaining its own composure, and meeting the greeting claw of Necalli halfway, Necalli shaking it very vigorously. The manner in which he shook the claw was almost childlike in nature, and seemed that the two were at the very least acquainted in some way before this meeting in particular.

Necalli moved himself backwards into the room, picking up the small desk lamp with his claw and gently setting it back in its original spot on his desk, the room now returning to its normal orange tint. The atmosphere in the room had maintained itself for the most part, a sadness of sorts still hanging in the air.

The two spoke for a moment before the guest excused himself into the hallway in order to answer a call on his earset. As the large figure disappeared behind the gloomy, particularly uninviting door, Necalli arose from his original positioning to walk up to a bookcase that was standing in the southwestern-most corner of his room, shuffling around a couple books to reveal a safe that was hidden fairly well within the confines of books that no one would ever touch anyways. He input a short, yet complex code, the safe opening with no trouble at all. Necalli took out a bag that must have contained a moderate amount of bits, and set it onto his desk. He also took out, from the confinement of the safe, a grayscale toned notebook, with the words 'Death Note' written out on it.

Slipping the Death Note under his bottom desk compartment, he moved the bag of bits in front of him invitingly, and awaiting the return of the guest into his room.

The intimidating griffon slipped himself back into the illuminated room with little subtility, allowing the door to slam behind him, showing irritation at its greatest length. Before Necalli could so much as question what had gotten the agitated griffon so riled up, he had already slammed himself back down into his seat and had sat his left claw onto his head in an attempt to calm down. He had broken out into a sweat, discomfort clearly stricken across his face.

Necalli adjusted himself back into his seat, seeing little point in addressing the issue of what was wrong. Minutes passed, of the two sitting there in an eerily awkward silence, the slam of the door still ringing throughout the otherwise silent room.

Moments later, the larger griffon spoke up, continuing conversation on the previous topic before the two were interrupted by that uninvited buzzing that disrupted the orderly process of their conversation. The two conversed for upwards of twenty minutes, the bag of bits being shifted constantly by Necalli, as if attempting to tempt the visitor with the sum of bits available. The other figure motioned as if the bits were not enough, but after negotiations were complete, the larger griffon took the bits into his claws. As he did he began to stand up, Necalli then walking him back to the doorway.

The two shared another handshake, with different hands this time due to the bag of bits, and went their separate ways.

Necalli sat down at his desk and pulled out the Notebook, opening it up to the first page, which had minimal writing on it. Necalli smirked.

Author's Note

Been wanting to put this guy in here for the longest, had to build up to it first however

The Contendors

Nightmare stumbled outside of the large, white colored facility with a annoyed frown on his face. He passed by the front sign which proudly proclaimed "Best Hopes Hospital Hoovington Branch- 'Where your best hopes lie'". He looked as torn up as he ever did, with his wing haphazardly stitched to his sides, even though one of them was somewhat in a working use as evident by how Nightmare could somewhat move it, twitching it with the winds. A wrap concealed his left eye, giving him a somewhat ominous presence, as if the permanent scowl that resided on his face was not enough.

The world outside had not changed much in the two days that he had been hospitalized after the cave bombing incident. A detective came to speak to him the day before, but said detective seemed very incompetent to Nightmare, so he decided against giving him any sort of useful information, knowing that even if he did it would not help the situation in the slightest. What he was doing there also would not help his case, especially since he was still trying to keep low key about being Kira, though the wings of his were becoming harder to explain as the days came on. Nightmare whisked some pesky mane follicles from out of his face as he began to face the direction of the wind.

The sun's rays beamed through a plethora of dark clouds, a contrast to what Equestria is normally like, especially the humid, sunny environment of Hoovington. Nightmare shook his head and thought nothing of it, walking outwards towards the winding road that lead up to the hospital.

His doctor didn't specifically say he could leave, but he figured that he would be paying them for no reason if he stayed when he felt as if nothing more was wrong. He was running low on money anyways, he had been shagging work for the past three weeks. Killing and working a full time job as a prosecutor did not mesh very well.

Nightmare walked straight on the road, not terribly worried about where he would end up, and took in the nature surrounding him, seeming to refresh his mind. The birds chirping, the small sunlit rays, the green, lush, prairie that surrounded him was all comforting to him as he had not had much of a chance to wind back. Killing, then not getting caught in the act was a 25/8 job in itself, and he did not get much sunlight unless he had to.

Nightmares hooves began to crunch into the grass and gravel below. Every now and again, Nightmare found himself wondering if what he was doing was just. Getting rid of the worlds criminals was of course a good deed, but to sacrifice Rarity for his own usage was his only regret. Her image and likelihood would pop into his mind almost out of nowhere, and he occasionally saw apparitions of her as he went about his normal day.

"I am justice Rarity!" Nightmare screeched, his hooves giving way as he crumpled to the ground, now seeing her apparition once again in front of him. This time, she looked as if she was cloaked in a wedding veil and had a small foul wrapped in her hooves as she looked at Nightmare with tears streaming down her face.

"Why...?"

Rarity's voice hit Nightmare like a stray truck headed for a poor inattentive raccoon. Nightmare clutched his temples with his hooves as he le out a roar before slamming his right hoof into the soft dirt in front of him, ignoring the great pain now pulsating through his body as rain began to solemnly fall, at first a few drops, then becoming an average storm. Nightmare's eyes grew wide as he attempted to fight back the morality that was clawing at the insides of his brain.

Is it really just to take the life of another pony even if that pony is a danger to society?

"There is but one answer to that question Rarity! Yes it is completely just! I am the chosen one! I am the prophet that will become the God of this world! Who else is going to change this but me? Who else is going to rid this world of killers but me? Who else is going to rid this world of thieves but me? I AM THE ONLY HOPE THIS WORLD HAS! What do you not understand about that?" Nightmare stood back on his hooves, letting the dirt fall back slowly to the Earth it had originally came from. "Fuck your guilt Rarity. Fuck our future we could have had together. Fuck our foal. FUCK IT ALL! You think I would sacrifice the future of this world for the sake of two ponies, one of which wasn't even born?! You think what I am doing is selfish?! No!! What YOU wanted me to do was selfish. What I am doing is justice. And this all ends now. I shall show you the Ultimate Justice. I will eliminate every source of evil and wrongdoing in this world. This ends now Rarity. Watch me from whatever pit of hell that your haunting me from. Watch me as I send more people your way Rarity! YOU HEAR ME?! WATCH ME!!!!"

Ryuuk appeared from behind a nearby tree, looking onto Nightmare with his normally blank stare.

"I think he's lost it."

The Raid

Nightmare Moonlit returned to his house at 4 that very same day that Spark staged her escape from his minions. Nightmare wafted his hoof across his face, revealing a discontent expression plastered over his face. His house looked different from before. His normally well trimmed grass looked like it had been stampeded over and his door was partway open. He couldn't think of a good reason anyone would want to try to run his ran-down, sorry excuse for a house.

Nightmare steeped into the disgruntled grass and followed the pathway up to his house, which looked a lot brighter than it usually did. He pursed his lips angrily, seeing as how he hated turning lights on unless it was absolutely necessary. Being the God of The New World didn't make him the richest pony, and the electrician who keeps bothering him about his unpaid bills was low on his kill list.

Nightmare poked his head halfway into his house to find that his house had been, to say the least, trifled with. He stepped over a table that had been flipped over and a couple of water bottles that lie crunched on the floor. He walked across his living room narrow eyed until he spotted Ryuuk taking a nap on top of his kitchen table.

"Ryuuk, in going to be nice and assume that you aren't responsible for this." Nightmare said condescendingly.

Ryuuk jerked upward, his arms outstretched to reveal an apple that he had been biting on before falling asleep. The Apple launched out of his hand as he used a good ounce of his strength to keep it balanced in midair before sinking his clawed fingers into the Apple, steadying it in midair.

"Nope." He said with the same creepy grin frozen on his face as he absentmindedly tossed the Apple, core and all into his mouth whole. He gulped it down before looking back, noticing Nightmare had disappeared from his previous positioning.

Nightmare burst into his room, a gust of wind trailing behind him as he did. His mane began to flow with the gust, him using a free hoof to steady a large portion of it.

Looking very closely but not moving from his position, he noticed that a small tuft of red, clunky mane was sticking up from below his sheets. It must've been a filly or a colt earth pony, because even he had trouble fitting his entire body under the sheets along with his horn and wings.

He carefully snuck up to his worn bed and used his magic to surround the bed sheet, lifting it slowly, but surely off of the bed until it began to reveal the shaking prescience of Applebloom, who lie face down with her eyes covered with her hooves.

"Yeah nice try. 'Cutie Mark Crusader Breaking and Entering' right?" Nightmare asked in a half joking, half serious manner, lightly wrapping his hoof around her front hoof and pulling her from his bed, gently placing her on his crusty rug floor. "And what, dare I ask, were you trying to accomplish breaking into my humble abode?"

"We were jus' lookin for sum'n..." Applebloom answered. It was clear her answer was half-assed, it was obvious to Nightmare that they were looking for something, it was however, less obvious what they were looking for.

"I assume that Scootaloo is here as well." Nightmare asked, leading Applebloom out of his room quickly.

Applebloom looked forward with a look of shame on her face momentarily before solemnly nodding.

"I wouldn't expect a relative of the element of Honesty to lie." He said, slickly suggesting she may or may not be lying.

"Ah'm telling you the truth!" She exclaimed, defending herself and her family's honor.

"That's all I need to hear." Nightmare said. He had led her back to his living room. "I want this mess cleaned up."

"But it was like this before w-"

"Now. I won't say this again." Nightmare commanded, flicking his mane out of his face before slinking back into the darker confines of his house to look for the other filly.

Nightmare forced open his bathroom door, closing it quickly after seeing nothing of importance.

Slinking back into the dim hallway, he spotted a pair of ponies attempting to sneak back out through the front entrance.

"Oh. No you don't!" Nightmare angrily said, taking chase after, the two, as the scurried quickly through the door and across his lawn.

"You two forget! I can fly now!" Nightmare yelled after the two as he spread his wings and left the ground, gaining an aerial advantage for all of ten seconds before he began to lose momentum and began flying from side to side. He still wasn't the best at flying yet.

The two ponies took the opportunity to split up separately and began running in two different directions, Applebloom going towards the city of Hoovington and Scootaloo headed towards the thick foliage that encompassed the west of Nightmare's house.

Nightmare slammed his body into the ground, attempting to gain some sort of control over his movements. After grimacing in pain for a couple seconds, the Major rushed after Scootaloo, as he knew the 'Whispy Woods', as they were unofficially named by local residents, like the back of his hoof.

The woods themselves spanned a large distance, approximately a couple thousand acres, and traveling through then was an easy alternative to using the train to get to New Horse City and Saddle Arabia, but the Woods themselves, despite seeing little to no rain, remained very damp and even foggy at times, and those traveling through the forest often come out in most unsanitary condition. The forest is also littered with multiple swamped areas, and many specimen of snake and insect infest the region, making it a very unsafe choice for travel.

Nightmare, however, had lived in he area for 8 years had explored the forest on a multitude of occasions, memorizing at least a third of the area.

Scootaloo rushed through the thick brush of plant life as fast as she could, weaving through trees as and ducking under branches hosting a number of sharp leaves.

Nightmare stopped in his tracks, catching an idea in his head. He knew for a fact that the area wasn't haunted, but word was that it was haunted. He decided to use this notion to his advantage.

"Hey look! It's a fresh filly!" Nightmare announced, lightening his voice and projecting it through a large part of the dense forest.

Scootaloo froze in her tracks almost immediately, looking over her shoulder to see nothing but a thick fog permeating the area, completely obstructing her view from the rest of the forest. She could see nothing but what was inside the clearing that she had reached.

"Looks like a Pegasus!" Nightmare said again, this time deepening his voice into something that sounded reminiscent of a groan.

At this point Scootaloo has quickly overcome her immobilization and had began to sprint through the thick fog, the air seeking to get colder and colder the faster she went. The chills were nothing more than a side effect of her fear at this point. Her breathing was becoming quicker and more panicked as she began to notice the deeper she went into the forest, the muddier the ground around her got until she noticed that all four of her hooves were submerged in a thick muck.

"Heeeeeeelp!" Scootaloo managed to choke out as she delved deeper and deeper into the water, trying to find a safe way of escape. From what she could piece together the voices were trailing directly behind her, so she could only really move forward.

The deeper she moved into the quicksand-like swamp, she noticed the more her body became submerged in the cold, damn liquid. Her movement began to become more and more restricted as she moved forwards, her wings, though useless in the situation anyways, began to stick to each other to the point to where she could not do much as spread them apart.

Suddenly, she felt a small tap on her back, as it felt like a rush went throughout her entire body. She turned around to see Nightmare barely hovering above her, and pulling back a piece of scrap paper that he had put into his hoof.

Scootaloo shrieked and, panicked, turned around and began to make pathetic attempts at swimming, until she noticed a tall, black figure standing in the water ahead of her. His eyes were wide, and seemingly eyelid-less, while his hair was a spiky cool blue color. He was dressed in all black with what seemed to be some metal skull contraption used to hold up his pants.

That was all it took for Scootaloo to black out.

Applebloom, meanwhile, was making a mad sprint towards Hoovington, ducking and dodging past pedestrians and eventually running smack into one, who was also running at the same speed.

Both individuals crippled to the ground, grimacing in pin, before looking up at each other.

Aryan began to rub her head. She had smacked her head onto the hard pavement on her way down. She looked upwards to see Applebloom with a pouty look on her face.

Applebloom's eyes become overrun with disbelief as she saw the Interpol badge glistening on one of her subordinates, Dynamo Pad to be specific.

"Help me please!" Applebloom had completely lost her country accent in favor of her more panicked attitude.

"Hol' up! What's wrong little filly?" Dynamo Pad asked putting his ear downwards to reach her level.

"It's that lawyer guy! He has Sweetie Belle!"

Author's Note

As usual, Love to hear feedback, suggestions, things of the sort. Complaints, anything.

Thanks for reading!

Boredom

A single black notebook lay in the middle of a lush floral field just outside the boundaries of Canterlot. The wind fluttered the pages carelessly, opening it to the first page.

The name of the pony written in this notebook will die
.
"Court is adjourned!"

The judge smacked the gavel onto the pedestal with a loud thump. A medium-height stallion trotted angrily out of the courthouse into the rest of the building, a glare painted onto his face. He was dressed in a Canterlot royal guard uniform, a uniform only high-ranking military officers (such as Shining Armor) wore, medals shining due to the sun reflecting off the multiple stained-glass windows he walked besides. His coat was gray, as dark and depressing as the look that was plastered on his face, and his mane was no cheerier: a dark blue with purple tips. His half-angry, half-disappointed expression was due to the fact that he had just lost his first case in two years.

"Ponies are so despicable sometimes." the stallion mumbled under his breath angrily. "To actually let somepony of such disposable nature go." the gray horse muttered, grinding his teeth and looking out of the window. He looked across the lush field, surveying every little detail as a way of calming himself. He spotted a single black spot in the middle of the field. Unusual. He raised his eyebrows and made a mental note of it.

"Prosecutor Moonlit!" A voice cried from behind him.

"That's Major Moonlit to you. What do you--" he turned around to see glaring lights flashing in front of his eyes and microphones being put uncomfortably close to his face. He growled quietly, but to no effect on the relentless reporters.

"How is it losing your first case in years?" a light green stallion asked
.
Major Moonlit didn't even bother to humor his question, as he began to walk away from the cameras towards another door. He only had trotted four steps by the time he heard another voice behind him.

"What was your opinion on the strategy of the defense?" another stallion asked, this one with a purple mane. Major Moonlit ground his teeth more as he began to pick up speed, jogging away from the reporters. He had reached his boiling point with these ponies, asking him every question they could about his defeat.

"How does it feel to--"

"Get the hell away from me, all right?" Major Moonlit snarled, his red eyes deepening. His anger gave off a dark aura that would even give Discord the creeps. The reporters, wide-eyed, began to step backwards from shock. Major Moonlit continued to give them an intimidating glare.

"If I were you, I would leave right now." Major Moonlit growled, suppressing his anger. The reporters decided to take his advice and left, stumbling over one another.

"This world is so... putrid." Major Moonlit grumbled as he began to stalk down the crystal-set staircase of the courthouse building, stomping down until he reached the bottom. He swiped his mane out of his face with his hoof, and was free of the building.

Celestia’s sun, just risen into the sky just a few hours earlier, shone onto Major Moonlit, making his medals gleam more brightly still, hindering how own eyesight in the process. Major Moonlit began to take in the surrounding area around him as he surveyed the courthouse’s courtyard, eventually bringing his attention back on the field that he had looked over just earlier. Wait… the black dot!

Thinking nothing of it, and having nothing better to do anyways, he trotted into the middle of the field, flowers and weeds brushing up against his uniform as he came up upon the notebook, which lay open at the middle pages, the wind slightly brushing the pages. The Major touched the book preparing to pick it up when he felt an unpleasant shock through his body. His body had almost rejected the book entirely, but, not caring about the consequences, he scanned the cover, which only had two words on it.

"... ‘Death Note’? You can't be serious." Major Moonlit laughed aloud. "Hmm… must be some dark prank by school ponies.” Still intrigued, Major Moonlit opened up the book to its first page, skimming over it.

“‘The name of the pony written in this notebook will die...’" Major Moonlit read out loud. The hell? Even more intrigued, Major Moonlit stuck the notebook in his dress uniform’s pocket.

"This prank is ridiculous. But...well... I guess it won't hurt anyone for me to take this with me to examine a little more thoroughly." Major Moonlit caught himself thinking aloud again.

About an hour after the discovery of the dark notebook, Major Moonlit was on transit back home on the Canterlot Express train. On the way inside, he had picked up a newspaper, and looking at the headlines only worsened his mood: Exclusive: Sycamore Bush Freed of Charges for Murder of Family!

“‘Prosecutor Major Nightmare Moonlit loses first case in two years… The city, and possibly the rest of Equestria is astounded and shocked by this.’" The military officer read monotonically, narrowing his eyes as he turned away. The headline had brought back the memory of the pony he had worked against… a smug stallion that had murdered his entire family. Ponies like this motivated the Major to bring them to justice and have their punishment… and yet he had lost the case. This is one pony who deserves to die. To think he thinks he can just take the life of another! And not just one, his entire family--it makes me sick to think about ponies like him.

Major Moonlit was deep in his sulking when his eyes registered the notebook was sticking out of his pocket… as if it was inviting him to write the murderer's name in it. One less murderer in the world couldn’t possibly do any harm, a part of him coaxed. The Major shook his head and went back to the newspaper, finding himself staring angrily at the mugshot of the pony. The self-satisfied look on his face just antagonized him more. The screeching noise of the halting of the train snapped him out of his reverie as he realized his stop was here. Major Moonlit stuffed the notebook deeper into his pocket and got up and off the train, pushing past other ponies silently. He walked the rest of the way home, passing by a few ponies who gave him strange looks when they saw the words on the front of the black notebook. He read the rest of the rules on the first page while levitating it in front of him.

"This note will not take effect unless the writer has the pony’s face in their mind when writing their name."

"If the cause of death is written within the next forty seconds of writing the pony's name, it will happen."

Major Moonlit narrowed his eyes at this rule.

"If this thing is for real.." he trailed off.

"If the cause of death is not specified, the pony will simply die of a heart attack."

Not paying attention to where he was headed, Major didn't notice the inattentive mare in front of him. The two crashed into each other, falling onto their flanks, him losing control of his book as it fell on its cover face down. Major Moonlit looked up with a half annoyed, half confused look on his face to see a white-coated, purple-maned pony with long, curly eyelashes that framed crystal-blue eyes. Even one as sullen as Major Moonlit had to admit that she was above average for Ponyville standards. However, what she was doing around Hoovington, he had no answer to. He knew her only on a first name basis, him prosecuting a few cases for her. Rarity.

"Ah, Rarity. What a pleasure, even considering the circumstances." Major Moonlit said, acting as formal as possible, knowing that Rarity would do the same. He tossed his mane out from over his eyes. He then noticed his black book lying next to his hoof and swiftly levitated it behind his front hoof.

"Oh hello there, Nightmare." Rarity said with a smile.

Nightmare Moonlit flinched backward a bit. He hated being called by his first name, it sounded… evil--even for a pony as moody as he was. Most of his friends (only two or three ponies) called him either Major, or his childhood nickname, "Dark Side.” Only Rarity and his family really called him by his first name. He could make a special exception for her, though.

"Oh, er, hello, Rarity… Well, I won't waste your time. Sorry for bumping into you." Major said, tucking the notebook inside his pocket before Rarity could notice it. His only thought was to get away quickly before the noticeable lump in his pocket drew attention.

"Oh, no, no, Nightmare, I was actually wondering if I could come to your house tonight." Rarity requested, seeming confused at his eagerness to get away. He blinked.

"Um… sure?" Major said, taken aback by her request.

"I'll see you about, say, seven-thirty?"

Major tried to contain his uncomfortableness over the situation. He didn't have time for menial conversation, he had case files to organize… and he wanted to look into this notebook more.

"Sure. I have to go though, bye, Rarity." Hmm, the time’s only five-twenty. Major thought. I should have some time to spare. He rushed away before Rarity could get in anything else.

About twenty minutes later, Major arrived at his front doorstep of his one-story house, on the outskirts of Hoovington City. The major fumbled with the key to his front door until he finally got it open. Entering his dimly lit house, he sat down at his desk next to the bookshelf full of past cases. He sat his notebook and his newspaper on the desk and opened the book to its first page. He stared at the page, contemplating his next course of action. His more resentful state of mind started taking over. Are you sure Sycamore shouldn’t die? His whole family. Murdered. That’s a death-penalty thing, and everyone knows it.

"So… the name of the one written in this notebook shall die, eh? I know exactly who deserves to die." Major opened to the first page and stared at the mugshot. He levitated a pen from the empty Hoove-bucks cup that served as a container for a multitude of writing utensils, and clicked it open. Shaking nervously, he took the pen to the first page of the notebook.

S-Y-C-A-M-O…

"Think before you finish that."

Major heard a gruff voice behind him making him fumble and fall out of his seat, knocking over the pens and almost the desk in the process. He looked behind him to see a black figure with a blue face and glaring yellow eyes. It was an ape-like creature with a dark set of a shirt and pants on, a black skull belt loosely hanging from his waist. Major had vaguely seen this type of thing before, in something called anthropology books, but he couldn’t think what it was for his life.

"Ah--ah--monster!" Major shrieked as he tried to use his levitated pens as weapons and scramble away at the same time. Unfortunately, the pens shot through the creature and impaled themselves on the bookshelf behind him.

"Sorry. I'm a Shinigami. Those things don't affect me." the creature shrugged.

"A--a--Shinigami? The hell is that?" he backed up against the wall, looking aound for things that could possibly hurt the Shini-whatever, or exits.

"A god of death. My name is Ryuuk. Nice to meet you." Ryuuk extended his claw, smirking slightly at Major’s refusal to take it.

"But--but--but…” Major babbled. He shook his head feverishly. “This can't be real… this just can't be..." Major Moonlit pleaded, shaking his head again. It made him dizzy to try and believe all this, let alone understand it.

"Nope, it's all real." Ryuuk proclaimed. He pointed his knife-sharp fingernail at the Death Note. "And that there notebook… used to be mine."

"Uh… what?! This can't… that thing doesn't work, can it?"

"I'll assure you it works. I know from experience." Ryuuk said ominously. "Now, what’s your name?"

"...Um, Major Nightmare Moonlit. I’m, uh, a state prosecutor for Hoovington and I’m a Major in the Equestrian Royal Guard..." He felt it was better to answer than be difficult, just in case this wasn’t an extremely odd dream.

Major Moonlit edged around to the desk, watching the Shinigami, and protectively grabbed the notebook and a pen. Ryuuk raised his eyebrows.

"I've gotta be hallucinating..." Major said, testing out a theory. Ryuuk smiled. A bit sadly, the Major noted.

"Put it to the test, then.” the Shinigami challenged. “Finish the name. Just know, that afterwards… afterwards, you’re gonna have a bad time." Ryuuk said, saying no more on the subject of “having a bad time.”

Major scoffed. This guy has got to be kidding… nah, I’ll show him!

"You’re bluffing! There is no possible way a piece of paper can kill someone, anyway. Watch!" Major Moonlit carelessly scribbled the name "Sycamore Bush" onto the first page of the notebook, finishing with a long stroke that took up half of the page and slamming the notebook shut. Major looked up at the Shinigami with a condescending expression.

"See?"

"15 more seconds. Just wait." Ryuuk said, shaking his head disdainfully. "Oh yeah, by the way, anyone who uses that notebook can neither go to heaven nor hell after that first name is written that becomes your notebook." he added. “It comes with the consequences.”

"Tch, I'll happily take it, on the one-percent chance that this thing actually works." Major said with a confident smile. "I don't believe in any of that." The gray stallion showed no concern for his own fate after death.

"You’ll see, after you die, then." Ryuuk frowned, seeming upset that Major wasn’t intimidated by the thought of never finding a place in the afterlife for him. A thought crossed Major’s mind.

"Wait… why are you even here?" Major questioned. Ryuuk tilted his head.

"I am bound to you until you die. I dropped this here thinking this'd be boring, but I thought humans were boring too, before I dropped one on their world, too. When I dropped one in the human realm it turned out to be pretty fun. This time, I wonder if you'll get any further."
Major’s head was swimming. What are humans?

"Well, I don't know what your talking about, and frankly it doesn't matter to me--"

Major's phone began to ring in his pocket. It was Starshooter, his younger brother. Starshooter worked at the local president and was in charge of the case done today. He smiled, then pressed the answer button. Let's see what's good.

"Yes, this is Major Nightmare Moonlit."

"Nightmare!” Starshooter exclaimed. Major winced, but let his brother continue. “Sycamore Bush is dead. We were in transit taking Sycamore Bush back down to the precedent for questioning when he fell out, and then we pulled the carriage over and it seems he had a heart attack! Or, at the very least, his heart stopped for some unknown reason."

“Uhm, uh… I have to go.” he hung up on Starshooter. Major's eyes went wide as he looked back at the laughing Shinigami.

"Proof enough for you?” Ryuuk asked, flying in circles in the air.

"There's no possible way…” Major whispered. “It’s… gotta be a coincidence! Ha-ha! Just a coincidence, he was morbidly obese anyways he was bound to die of a heart attack or stroke or something of the sort eventually! Just a coincidence!" Major jabbered on, trying to find a rational explanation while the Shinigami looked at him, not fooled. Major was scared. Did I just... kill someone? Ryuuk started to talk again, which startled the gray stallion.

"In that case, if it's just a coincidence, I guess you'd have no problem writing your own name in there?"

Major gulped at the suggestion. No, I can't risk it. But it all has to be some coincidence or some really organized joke… right?

"No...I’ll just write another criminal's name.” Major said, swallowing. “If he dies then..." he didn’t need to say another thing, the Shinigami understood. Major flipped through the newspaper, panicky, until he came up on an article about a bank robber stealing money from the bank, then killing the teller, though she had done what he demanded.

"Missile Toe, eh?"

Major pulled another pen out of the holster, still sitting on the floor and wrote the name as neatly and clearly as possible.
"Why don't you write a cause of death while your at it and make it as specific as possible? Then you'll have no reason to believe it's fake." Ryuuk suggested, sitting on air as though it were an armchair. Major spent the next five minutes writing in the notebook, attempting to make his death almost impossible to logically achieve.

"Well?"

"Five more seconds." the satirical pony proclaimed, looking upwards intensely. He unlocked the front door.

Ryuuk looked confused. "What're you--"

Suddenly, a tan Earth pony with a green mane, Missile Toe burst through the front door, taking both Major and Ryuuk by surprise. He started chanting in a foreign language and began ramming his head ferociously into the wall, creating a large gash. Blood rushed out of the wound and began pouring everywhere. Missile, somehow still able to move, then ran to the kitchen and unscrewed a salt shaker and poured the entirety of the salt into his head gash. The blood bubbled up from the burning sensation it must have undoubtedly caused, causing him to topple over headfirst into a knife that had fell off the shelf. Missile immediately died. Blood poured from the numerous wounds and filled up the cracks in the tiled floor. For good measure, a flower vase fell from the top shelf and cracked onto his dead body.

"Th--that cuts it? This thing is for real..." Major muttered, stunned at what just unfolded in front of him. He looked on the edge of screaming and running away from the entire thing. Ryuuk looked pleased, and slightly frightened.

"Wow, you’re a sadistic little bugger.” Ryuuk commented. “That was harsh. Even to a God of Death."

Major struggled to defend himself. "I had to make sure it was real, so I specified it in a way where it couldn't be a coincidence. Plus, I knew he lived a block or two down from me, so it wasn't impossible."

"Crafty, aren't you?" Ryuuk laughed.

Major Moonlit realized something.

"Wait… Ryuuk! What time is it?”

"About seven-fifteen. Why?" the Shinigami asked, interested.

Major almost had a heart attack himself. Rarity was due in 15 minutes, and he had a dead body in his living room, an impatient god of death, and a killer notebook.

Author's Note

"This world is putrid"

~Maj. Nightmare Moonlit

First chapter done. I am open to all critiques, criticisms and suggestions. If you can edit stories please contact me in some way as I do plan on making this as good as I possibly can. Thanks for reading, and be sure to stay tuned for next time. If you have any questions you can always pm me or ask in the comments.

Trojan's Unfortunate Night

Colonel Trojan Papyrus wasn't the easiest pegasus to get along with. He was vain, and somewhat racist, disliking unicorns because he believed they acted "snooty" because they could do everything with ease. They didn't have to do anything extra to get what they wanted. They wanted milk out of the fridge? They could levitate it. They needed to light a campfire? They could use magic flames. They wanted something from across the room? They would levitate it. Their magic drove them to utter laziness, and nothing but.

It was just the laziness of ponies that irked him. He found himself only able to connect with ponies who either thought the same or did the same as he. And those ponies were very few and far between.

Trojan Papyrus had been in charge of the Saddle Arabia Police Department for all of seven years. He allowed no one to threaten his position, either by coercion or blackmail. It wasn't that Trojan cared about his position, but he believed that he was the only one who could do it. All who challenged him were deemed incompetent and unfit to hold the office. His power over the police department was a power not just anyone could wield.

As he began his trek back to Saddle Arabia, he spotted a bar. It was the only bar he had come by, so he might as well just take what he could get. He hadn't had a drink in a while, he had been so focused on the Kira case. It had been an unusual break of routine that he had stopped going out to his local bar. The “local bar” was a bar just on the edge of Saddle Arabia that most of his friends regularly attended. However, after its owner had died of a heart attack, not many ponies would go anymore.

He entered the bar, where a waft of smoke surrounded his face. Trojan’s eyes burned as he stretched his wings and wiped his eyes. He shook his head as the smoke cleared in the restaurant. He looked in to see six or seven ponies in the restaurant, and the smoke’s source ended up being a unicorn--with smoke billowing from his nose.

Everyone in the bar turned and looked at the decorated police official. The gray unicorn sneered.

"Ah, look everyone, a fucking pig!" he exclaimed, slamming his booze on the counter, sniggering at the defiant policeman. He stumbled from his stool and knocked it onto the floor.

The unicorn drunkenly bumped into several pieces of furniture while trying to make his way to Trojan. He shoved his face into Trojan’s, the smell of liquor emanating strongly from his breath as he continued to run his mouth with offensive remarks towards the police.
"Pig! Dick!" he exclaimed, shoving his front hoof mere centimeters from Trojan's face. The buzzed pony pushed him back some inches before Trojan, having enough of it, raised his front hoof and punched him in the muzzle. The pony easily fell over and dropped the glass of booze he had been levitating. The glass broke into shards, effectively catching everyone’s attention.

The drunken unicorn stumbled back upwards and threw a sloppily aimed strike at Trojan, who dodged to the right and countered with a strong roundhouse kick. The unicorn was knocked into the pool table, scattering the balls and cracking the table itself under the weight. The bar patrons stared in surprise before an Earth pony stood from his stool. He picked up a knife from the floor that the drunk had knocked over.

"You know that guy you just beat down? That's Boss Cig. Our leader. You know what that means?" he said menacingly, coughing from the still-lit cigarette he held between his teeth.

“Yeah,” Trojan smirked, feeling brave. “I'm gonna have to put the rest of you on your asses too, aren't I?”

Three other ponies arose from their seats and charged the officer. Trojan wove past a hoof thrown his way and followed it up with an uppercut to the striker’s chest. Trojan took the opportunity of the stunned ponies to throw in another roundhouse kick, sufficiently knocking out two Earth ponies at once. He landed with grace, but did not notice the bartender rushing him with a lit match.

What the actual hell...? Trojan thought before narrowly dodging it and smacking it out of his range. The match went flying through the air and landed on the ground next to the stools. He just had time to think, oh shit, before a small fire blew up on the floor. The flames grew bigger and burst into an inferno as the copious amounts of liquor fueled it. The inferno quickly spread to burn the shelves and the pool table.
Trojan smirked, an evil thought coming to mind. Overtaken by this delicious idea, he picked up the drunken first pony that had attacked him--Boss Cig--and carried him out of the building just in time before the fire consumed the doorway.

"T-t-than--"

"Nah, don't mention it."

He then tossed him into the flames through the broken window, the pony barely having enough time to scream as the flames enveloped his body. In a matter of seconds, his flailing movements ceased. Trojan shrugged and shook his head. He took off his uniform, grabbed his badge, and threw the uniform into the flames.

"Enough of this shit." he walked off into the dark of the night, leaving the burning bar and its screams far behind him.
~

Barragan was flying over the town, the Attorney General trailing him, studying his Death Note before putting it back in his coat pocket. Lawrence blew off a miniscule amount of dust on his pen. He smirked a bit and began walking back to the train station. He shook his head and let his thoughts wander, not noticing the bat-like eyes watching him from inside an abandoned building.

Colonel Sweet Pen was lurking in the shadows of a nearby building, a well-dressed gentlepony not far behind her. He had a monocle covering one eye and a cloth over his front hoof. He seemed to think of himself a higher standard than most. Sweet Pen's spiked wings somewhat revealed her position, but luckily the Attorney General was paying little attention at all to his surroundings.

Hopping out of the shadowy confines of the building, Sweet Pen took out her chloroformed rag and quickly pressed it against Lawrence's nose and mouth. Lawrence only struggled for all of three seconds before passing out. For good measure, Sweet Pen gave him a swift punch to his face. Her curiosity growing, Sweet Pen reached into his pocket. Immediately, she felt an awful sensation go through her body, shaking her to her core. The Death Note fell from his pocket as she fell backwards, stunned momentarily, on top of Lawrence's body.

Barragan hovered over Sweet Pen, his skeleton face formed into deathly grin as he slowly formed in her vision. Horrorstruck by this new monster, Sweet Pen got up to her front hooves and ran for her life. Her butler, seeing the whole thing, stayed behind, slinking back into the shadows.

"This is all so crazy..." Sweet Pen panted. She had never been so fearful in her life. Tears formed in her eyes as she became more terrified of the possibilities.

Author's Note

Next "profile" like thing done. A tad bit at the end added so this won't be exactly a filler.

Any clues now as to who this third Kira is?