God is so pure. The only true thing. I'd be greedy to want to be his only follower. So many others deserve his divine presence. The joy of serving him. The fulfillment of devoting life to him. The feeling of godlike communication. The knowing of how he will save you. The way it'll feel to see him work.
I want everyone to bask in his light, his rightful judgement. I want everyone to know the feeling of being his.
One day, God will save us all. Everybody will know his name. God will be kind enough to take the suffering away. God will dedicate his life to purging this world. It's only luck that I get to help his noble cause.
“All my love with you.”
I want God to know how committed I am. I want him to know my life is his. I want him to know my obedience. I want God to let me sacrifice my life for this cause. I want God to use me in his rightful plan. I want God to love me so he can have a semblance to human nature. I want to do everything so that God can purge this world.
I want to change myself into his form. I want to risk myself to protect him. I want to feel the burn of his punishment. I want to bask in the light of his gift.
I want to be God's.
“No one else will do.”
I want to be God's only follower even if it makes me greedy. Nobody else understands him like I do. They may understand the cause. They may understand how righteous God is.
But they'll never understand who he is. Why he is. What he is. How he is.
Even good people don't understand. They don't understand that he's more than a saint. They don't understand that he'll do anything for us. They don't understand that we are his children. They don't understand that he'll save us. They don't understand that he cares about each and everyone of us.
They don't understand that he is God.
“And your eyes,
They tell me how much you care”
God's mortal form is divine as well. He's the most beautiful thing on this planet. His skin is soft, a smooth feeling of flesh. His hair, each individual strand looks like silk. His arms and legs are lean, yet thin enough that he still looks dainty. His face is childlike and lacks facial hair. His expressions are always beautiful. His eyes are especially divine. They are a light brown with lustrous feeling. His eyes always show his delight, or gentleness, or his rage at the injustice. Whenever he wants he can mask his face to be stoic, but he doesn't bother to do it on front of me.
“Oh yes, you will always be my
Endless love.”
God has shown nothing, but divinity. He is true, righteous, and utterly divine. My existence has always been for him. I can tell in my past life I've served him, and in all worlds I've been devoted. I know that in some way I'll always be his.
Even once this life is over. Because I've used the death note I'll never go to heaven or hell. If that's true then God won't either. After death I'll serve him in the afterlife, even if it's only for his enjoyment. My existence is only for him. He's who I belong to. My mind, my body, my feelings, my thoughts, my ambitions, my pain, my bliss. It's all his.
God is the only one who understands. The only one who can purge the world.
He cares about humanity. That's why he's killing all the evil people. Like sex offenders, cult leaders, and corrupt people in power.
Hod has taken me as his follower.
To think, “I'm one of the only people to serve my God in the truest way.”It's really an amazing thought. God has my ideals and proves their righteousness. Because of God the crime rates have gone down, I wouldn't be surprised if he stopped a war. He's making this world pure, and he's letting me help him, one name deleted at a time.I'm devoted to my God.
“There's only you in my life.”
God saved me is the truth. All my life, people don't agree. They think redemption and change excuse vile actions. They acted like they didn't deserve punishment. My own mother thought this way. I couldn't say I missed her when she left this world, but she was a good woman, weak and blind to the truth, but she cared for me. God is the only person I have. Of course, I care about humanity, I care about people, that's why I'm so devoted. Even, despite my care, I lack friends, family, a lover.
God is everything I could want and more though. He cares. He actually cares. He doesn't hurt me or say my ideals are wrong. He says I'm correct, that execution is the only way to fix this world.He's the first person I've met who cares enough to fix this mess by getting his hands dirty.
“The only thing that's right.”
This world is so rotten and sick.
Children dying in streets. The poor going hungry. Missing history to make some look better. Taking up water from those he can't even drink. Hurting the innocent.
It seems like this planet has no hope. Except God. God's help is killing these abusers, monsters, these sinners.
Without the sinners nobody would be hurting the innocent. Once God kills them all this world will be paradise. The only reason the world is rotten is evil people. Without evil people nobody is wasting the money on fake trips to space or mansions that pile up. Without evil people the forests aren't getting cut down. Without evil people the children aren't being kidnapped. Without evil people families wouldn't be separated. Without evil people everybody would have enough money. Without evil people women will be able to walk at night. Without evil people being one's true self won't result in pain.
“My first love.”
For me, God is the only one. He's just. He's good. He cares. He is right.
God has even spoken to me on personal matters. He's had me call him by his real name, Light. It was only in front of others so they wouldn't know his identity, but that made it all the more special to me. He's trusted me enough to not screw this up. God trusts me to not reveal his true identity.I've never had friends before my God, or at least none that mattered. God appreciates me. God thinks I'm good for obeying his command.
“You're every breath I take.
You're every step I make.”
I do all this all for God. The deleting, the devotion, the lies. It's all for the cause.God's cause.I could never even dream to do what he's doing. He's purging the world. He's fixing this mess. The most I've done is stop bullies. A mere speck compared to my God's influence on the world.God commands me to do this, my devotion forces me to. He's made me see that I'm correct. That this world needs a cleaning. The best part is I get to help. I'll do anything for this world. Which means anything for God.
Everything I do is for God.
Dictionary for less known words:Bask: to take pleasure or derive enjoyment
Just: used especially of what is legally or ethically right or proper or fitting
Speck: a tiny piece of anything
Corrupt: not straight; dishonest or immoral or evasive
Semblance: the state of being somewhat like something but not truly or fully the same thing
Execution: putting a condemned person to death
Ideals: a model of something perfect or without equal
Lustrous: reflecting light evenly and efficiently without glitter or sparkle
Purging: to cleanse, purify, or remove unwanted items, people, or emotions, typically in a sudden or violent manner
Redemption: the act of saving, recovering, or buying back something
Ceasing: to cause to come to an end especially gradually; no longer continue
Righteousness: quality of being morally upright, just, and in conformity with divine or ethical
religious kink, pet play, boot worship, grinding, hands free orgasm, leashes, master/pet dynamics
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The slow methodical turning of the warehouse fan is all that can be heard as the SPK and the Japanese Task Force stand tense, heartbeats in their ears.
“Listen carefully everyone. If someone opens that warehouse door, let him in. Do not resist.” Near stated.
Light keeps his head down, hiding his ear to ear smirk.
“He’s already here!” Near shouts, putting down his toys to look over at the red metal door that had just slowly squeaked open.
Outside the door the only thing that could be seen was the sun’s bright rays of light paired with one red eye, opened so wide it looked maniacal. Heavy, raspy breathing could be heard as the eye darted across the room, scanning everyone's faces.
Matsuda begins to reach for his gun before he’s stopped by the SPK.
“Relax! No one is going to die today.” Near states, ever too calmly.
“How can you be so sure!?” Matsuda retorts.
“Because I modified the notebook,” Near begins, “We repossessed his notebook, removing the pages that he would use today with ordinary ones.”
Light has to bite his lip to prevent his cackle from barging out. It’s all too perfect. He was almost shaking with anticipation.
“On the other side of that door is X-Kira. In 40 seconds when he peeks his head in to see if we died, we will detain him. Whoever’s name is not written is Kira and he will be detained as well.”
Everyone was silent, eyes darting around the room in panic, with nothing but tense breathing and the metal fan piercing the air as the seconds ticked down, almost in slow motion.
“You there. Outside. Have you written down the names?” Light begins, cutting the silence with his smooth words.
“Yes I have,” Mikami responds.
“Teru Mikami, why don’t you come inside. If you’ve already written our names down it should be no danger for you.”
“Yes, he’s right. Come on in.” Light affirms Near’s request, knowing Mikami will obey his every command.
Mikami snakes inside, eyes wide and erratic with a wide smile painted on his face. He’s sweating and with everyone distracted, no one can see the tent forming in his pants.
“How many seconds has it been since you’ve written the first name?” Light inquires.
The bright afternoon sun looks almost heavenly behind Mikami, washing out the outline of his silhouette. The perfect follower, the perfect pet. Mikami glances at his watch as he begins to count down the seconds.
“Thirty seconds. Thirty one, thirty two, thirty three, thirty four, thirty five,” Mikami trails on, glancing up for a second towards his God for approval.
Light begins to cackle to himself.
“Well Near, looks like I win. The perfect victory.”
Near’s eyes go wide as he goes to clutch his chest. He tumbles over onto his side, using his last bit of strength to glance up at light.
“Near!! You said we would be sa-” Matsuda yells as he falls to his knees and clutches his chest in a groan. He begins to writhe around in agony.
Everyone in the room, save for Light and Mikami, have since collapsed to the ground. Moans of fear and pain can be heard as they echo each other in the near empty warehouse. Light glances around as a sharp cackle finally escapes and his eyes land on Near’s as his final breath leaves his body and his glassy eyes are no more.
The room finally quiets and Light turns to the figure still in the lit doorway.
“Mikami, would you come here?” Light orders in a soft tone.
Mikami obliges, beginning to walk over before he’s stopped in his tracks by Light’s hand in the air.
“Crawl to me.”
Mikami once again obeys, dropping to his hands and knees and continuing his trip to his God. Once he makes it over he looks up at the man before him. Light crouches down in return and brings a finger to Mikami’s face, brushing the hair out of his eyes and behind his ears.
“You’ve been such a loyal and obedient servant Mikami,” Light begins, “You are truly worthy of staying by my side in the New World,” Light begins to undo his belt and wraps it around Mikami’s throat, tight enough to slightly limit breathing but not too tight to maim, “But only as my pet.”
“Thank you God. You are my master. I am only yours to order. I will do anything for you as your loyal and humble pet.” Mikami replies, voice hoarse and breathy with arousal.
“Good boy.”
Light smirks and begins to pet his hair and scratch his head. A light blush begins to dust Mikami’s face as the growing ache in his crotch begins to become unbearable.
“My Lord… Please… M-May I…” Mikami begins to trail off, his voice ending in a quiver. Light looks down and notices the source of the problem. He smirks and stands up, sticking his foot out slightly.
“You may. For being such a good boy, this is your reward.”
“Oh thank you master!” Mikami rejoices as he positions himself atop Light’s shoe and begins to grind down on it. Loud moans and whimpers can be heard with the occasional “Thank you” thrown in here and there. Only a few minutes later Mikami finally relieves himself, a sticky white stain appearing in the crotch of his trousers.
“Master… You truly are a noble and kind God. So worthy of your position!” Mikami removes himself from Light's shoe, staying on his knees and beginning to pray with his head bent down.
Light crouches down slightly once more and grabs the end tip of the belt, yanking Mikami’s throat upwards to face him.
“Mikami… You’ve been so good for me. So submissive and law abiding. You are truly the perfect pet. I could have never picked anyone better. Open your mouth.”
Mikami once again, desperate for the Lord’s praise, complies, opening his mouth and ever so slightly sticks his tongue out. Light places his hand around his jaw, thumb resting slightly on his soft pink tongue, feeling Mikami’s warm breath pant on his hand and hawks a large glob of spit into Mikami’s mouth.
“Now swallow.” Light commands.
He swallows the spit with a breathy moan and a perverted smile begins to paint his face.
“Good boy,” Light smiles down at his servant and stands back up, “Come boy let’s go. We still have plenty of work to do.”
Light begins to walk out of the big metal door, snapping his fingers to signal Mikami to follow, still on his hands and knees trailing behind.
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