Light Yagami, God of the New World, thought he had everything he could ever ask for. L and his pathetic little successors were defeated and tortured into becoming servants as penance - leaving him free to shape the world as he saw fit.

One by one during his now seven year reign as Kira did the governments submit to his power. It had been a long several years but it was worth it. All the good men and women of the world were allowed to enjoy the spoils of his utopia and very few who dared rebel were condemned to judgement to his most trusted (gullible) sycophantic 'Angel' - Mikami Teru.

But achieving divinity also had its drawbacks. Light - or rather, Kira - was slowly descending from the thrill of being at the top, the crippling boredom he'd felt years ago festering once more in his mind. He needed a new toy to keep him entertained - Misa had been less stimulating than a bag of rocks if he wasn't having sex with her and even that was getting boring. He'd kill her soon since she was clearly becoming useless.

But it'd be fun to pick a toy from his servants. Some were still unruly and Light would take a sick pleasure in breaking them, rebuilding them into the perfect Consort for Kira. He'd revel in seeing the last of their futile hope dying in their eyes dying the second he was through with them... Oh... just the imagery was enough to bust one in his pants.

Light swallowed a laugh, turning his attention back to Kiyomi's reports.