Okay! For those of you who know my work, welcome back! For those who don't, welcome for the first time. This here is one of my newest stories. I'll say this now, that way no one can get pissed and yell at me. Lucifer is a Power Character, which means that at times she'll seem over powered. However, given the timeline of this story/anime, I believe her amount of power is a decent one. There are some things that will seem like I'm rushing to explain them, or they won't make any sense at all. Which is a given. I'll also say this once and only once: i DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS. THE ONLY OWNERSHIP I HAVE IS OVER LUCIFER AND ANY/ALL SEIKATSUMA, AS WELL AS THE CONCEPT. Now that that's taken care of, feel free to read on. Like it or love it, feel free to rate and/or review. Hate it, stop reading. Any questions, feel free to leave them in the form of a review or simply PM me and I'll get to you ASAP

Chapter 1: Something Interesting This Way Comes

Agnus dei (Lamb of God)

Qui dollis peccata mundi (You, who takes away the sins of the world)

Qui sanctus et perfecit (You, who is holy and accomplished)

Miserere nobis (Have mercy on us)

Agnus dei

Qui dollis peccata mundi

Qui sanctus et perfecit

Miserere nobis

Agnus de-

"Hello?" I sigh as I place the phone to my ear and hold it up with my shoulder, in my hands rests your average Xbox 360 controller black in color just like the console.

"Lucifer Datenshi," not a question, a statement.

"That would be me as you know. What do you need?" I recognize the voice rather well. He's always so damn formal.

"Report to my office effective immediately," he drones out. Ugh.

"Really? Can't I finish this mission I'm working on?"

"Is this reality related or one of those stupid 'Assassin's Creed' games you love playing so much?" He sighs out, obviously annoyed.

"Assassin's Creed is not stupid! Come on now! Do you have any idea how many ideas it's given me on how to do my job?" I insist, "Besides, it keeps me busy when I'm bored. Don't you remember when I was bored and this game wasn't around, let alone Xbox?"

"How can I forget?" He sighs. "However that is neither here nor there. I have a job for you; one that's rather important. I'm sure it too will keep you busy for even years. Report to my office".

"Alright alright," I sigh. I'll come on over. I hang up without his consent and rid myself of the controller after exiting the game and shutting down the console completely. The phone is stuffed into my back right pocket so that I know where it is once I stand from the fluffy white couch of the place I've rented for the past month or so. I love having endless cash~. The room I currently sit in, the living room of the penthouse suit, is a fairly simple yet off the charts nice kind of dig. Americans really know how to spend their money, I'm tellin' ya. The furniture is all top of the line and beautifully crafted. The carpet, a dark and plush flooring, is divine to walk along and I get a nice view of the city, the walls are a light red blush kind of color. This is the scheme for most of the suit- reds and dark colors if not blues and dark colors.

I head for my room, which has electric turquoise walls and a black flooring. There's a balcony for me on this second floor of the penthouse. Its flooring a dark cherry and matching the wood of my bed. The covers are an ocean blue, however the sheets are black like the floor. Upon entering my room, I take a right and head for the room that would otherwise be the closet. However, due to the fact that I am who I am, this door is different. I open the dark gray door and walk through it. As I do so, there's a shift in the air; kind of like going from a warm place to a cooler one. Instead of a closet, I've walked into your average corporate building CEO office. Complete with large desk, chairs in front of that desk, book shelves lining the walls, and a stunning view of a field as opposed to the city I had been in seconds ago. Completing this look of a corporate office is a serious faced, formally dressed, man behind it.

This man is fairly pale, not like paper but pale enough to show that he doesn't get a lot of sun. His eyes, like my own, are a shade of red. However unlike me, he's got long silver hair instead of black. Some could say that he looks almost like my brother. Maybe that's because he is. "Good for you to join me, Lucifer," he greets in a medium bass toned voice.

I grin and spin one of the revolving chairs in front of the desk around so that I may sit on it backwards, happy to find that he finally got chairs that didn't have arm rests. "Good to see you too, Gin. How are you? Busy as always I see". Not really, he looks like all he does here is sit and watch the walls age.

Gin rolls his crayon red eyes before they once more meet my bloody crimson ones. "That's enough. I have a mission for you as I said," he reaches into a drawer of his desk and slaps a manilla folder onto his desk towards the edge closest to me.

I wheel my chair forward before taking the folder and opening it up. The first thing I see, as is always when I take missions, is a picture. This is a picture of a young man, in his mid twenties it seems. He's got a messy mop of black hair that hands slightly in his face but is otherwise naturally spiked backwards a bit. His eyes are large and remind me of a panda's simply helped by the dark sleepless bags under his eyes. He's got the same complexion as Gin, meaning that he obviously doesn't get enough sunlight. He wears a long sleeved and rather baggy sweat shirt and a pair of jeans. Seeing as this is a full body picture, I can see that he's got no shoes on. I delve further into the folder and realize that his name is L Lawliet, he is five foot eight inches, twenty four years old and one hundred and one pounds. God, how the hell is this guy not dead at one-ten pounds and standing at almost six foot?

The file goes on to tell me about him. L is the famous detective L- huh, using your real name as an alias due to it being so odd. Nice- known for solving the most unsolvable cases. It also goes on to tell me his past records on his cases, where he's worked, how long he has worked for, and as well as some personal history. Would you look at that? The guy's an orphan. An orphan genius; ya don't see that every day now do you?

After reading through the file and taking in every detail we've got on him, including his favorite foods, drinks and his current job, I look back up to my older brother. "Okay, so what's so important about this guy?"

"As you can see he's a fairly well known and very talented detective for unsolvable crimes. He's never given up on a case, and he's never been wrong about the ultimate culprit. That right there is what he really looks like. However only those from his orphanage and his care taker/butler know his true identity. For everyone else through out the world, he hides behind the logo of his name in gothic font, a voice scrambler and a computer screen," Gin begins.

I listen silently, my interest caught by the fact that Gin seems to speak so highly of him. "Okay...Why is he my mission?"

"I'm sure you've heard of the recently renown Kira; the man who can kill with simply a heart attack by his own will," Gin sighs out, "Our sources say that it's a Death Note". What he means by sources is those who are specifically trained to sense and hunt down the sensation of power a Death Note tends to give off. Only our kind can feel it consciously, and it's intoxicating towards humans. It's also one of the reasons why my kind exist.

"Death Note?" My eyes narrow. I personally hate the things. I'm not too fond of the sons of bitches who initially own them either.

"Correct. Because of this, I feel as though that because Kira hasn't been caught right away as so many have once L came onto the case, that Kira is very intelligent. Meaning that it'll be a true game of chess in order to catch this man. I also have a feeling that Kira will find a way to get to L and find his name one way or another. Therefore I'm sending you to guard him".

"Me? I can't do much," I tell him with a shrug of his shoulders. "He's not in immediate death for one, and two, I suck at feeling the power of a Death Note. Send someone else, Gin".

"No. You're my top employee despite your suck-ass sensory skills. Your deduction skills aren't half bad, either. Mainly I'm sending you there because you and I know well that just having you around will keep Kira from getting L any time soon let alone in the long run," Gin continues. I sigh. That is true. I do have this sort of...Aura I guess you could call it that negates a Death Note's powers. Say that I'm standing next to you, and your name is written in the Note. Well, this 'aura' negates the Note's ability to kill you for the whole time needed for it to do so. If I'm near you for thirty seconds and your name is in that booklet, you'll be perfectly fine. Unfortunately, it's this negating ability that makes it rather hard for me to sense the Note even if it's nice and close.

I am silent for the time being, "And just where am I going?"

"Japan, Kanto region," Gin answers. "Pack your bags, you're leaving tonight".

I stand and sigh before nodding once, "Fine. I assume I won't be seeing you for a while then...".

Gin's normally serious face goes from a straight line for lips to a small frown. "...Yea," his frown deepens now, "Are you going to be okay? I can pull some strings and come with you if you want".

I can't help but smile at his frown, "It's not me who needs you, Gin," I remind him, "It's you who needs me. You've always been clingy despite being the older of us". I walk around his large serious business man desk and watch as he swivels to stand and meet me in a hug. His tall six foot five frame curls around me like some sort of protective blanket. However, while my hold is comforting, his own is needing.

"What am I going to do, Lucifer?" The serious man facade falls and crumbles as he rests his forehead on my shoulder. "I...I don't know what I'll do with you so far away".

I pat his back between his shoulders, chin resting on his while a small smile rests on my lips, "It'll be all right, Gin. I'm just a phone call away; you know that. If you ever need to talk, you can always call me".

"I know but...Lucifer I'm scared. You've only ever been sent on missions near by here but now...You'll be so far away". Gin's grip becomes stronger while I feel his muscles quivering ever so slightly.

"Gin, if I said it'll be okay, then it will. You're strong. I'm just a call away. If there's ever a real emergency, I'll be here in no time. However until then, you'll have to stand strong on your own. Okay?"

"...Okay," he sighs out. He stands before pushing away from me. "I'll be strong. For you...You should get going...Time passes by faster here than where you live".

I nod and offer him a smile before patting his shoulder one more time. Walking towards the white door that I had walked through in the first place, I wave before I leave, finding him putting back on his serious business man mask and nod curtly back. Like with before, when I arrive in my room, there's a shift in the air. Though this time it's from a cool place to a warmer one.

Before packing my clothes, I decide that it'll be a pretty good idea for me to shower for the first time today. Sounds gross, yes, but I haven't needed to go anywhere all day. I was gonna take a shower in the first place before bed, but now I have more of an initiative.

So, off to the shower I go, stripping as I walk. The bathroom doesn't have as much personality as the other rooms do, just having white tiles and dark silver metals and a simple white counter top. I don't really mind though, it's not like I live in this room. None the less, I take a look of myself in the large mirror over the sink. With eyes the color of crimson, and long straight hair down to my knees, I suppose I'm fairly pretty. I have peach colored skin and a well toned body that stands at five foot seven inches of nothing but muscle. Above my head in translucent letters in a language that only those like me can read, is my name and lifespan. The ability to see both is a skill Seikatsuma and Shinigami share.

After smiling to myself, I turn and walk for the standing shower, ignoring the pentagram that rests on the entirety of my back. Only those with eyes like my own can see this- meaning that the average human can't see this sight. The pentagram is truly a beautiful sight, having an ethereal glow of blues and purples constantly dancing along the lines of it. I was born with this mark, however I don't know why. Not that I mind. I would mind if everyone could see it, however like I said, only those with eyes like my own can do that.

Into the shower I go, I don't think I need to tell you just how one takes a shower...Unless you're stupid and don't know how. Once I'm done this shower, I head out in nothing but a towel and grab my two suit cases. Into them my clothes and shoes ago save a single outfit which I'll be wearing onto the plane. This outfit is that of a blue semi-tight shirt and a pair of black jeans to go with the steal toed boots I wear. Down the hotel's elevator I go and onto the streets where I hail a taxi. From there, it's to Japan I go.

The fly there takes a good while, seeing as I was coming out of Arizona at the time. With tired feet, I stumble into my new penthouse suite, dragging my suit cases along with me. Unlike in Arizona, the flooring here is all wooden from what I can see. It's gonna take some time for me to get used to this Kento region suite, but that's okay. The room I come into first upon walking through the door is the living room. Its flooring is a dark wood, with the room being large and left wide open. Not too much furniture but not too little either. Said furniture is white in contrast to the floor, the walls a matching color and a large TV across from the center couch. There are three in total, making a half rectangle and having a dark wooded coffee table in the middle. On either side of the TV are potted plants. The wall opposite to me opens into a deck, the shades of the glass door currently closed. On the wall to my right is a bar made of dark wood and already filled with alcohols that I could enjoy whether I were on my own or simply having a party.

To my left is a doorless doorway leading to another room this room has medium colored wood flooring with a slight golden sheen to them. The walls like the living room are of a white color, though they are lined in a golden color like the floor's sheen. The table in the middle of the room is large enough to hold fourteen people with six on each side and one at either end. It's made of a red wood with a darker finish. Up on the ceiling is a chandelier that hangs steadily above the center of the table. Its lights designed to look like crystals. Other than that swinging nonsense, there are two tall standing floor lamps diagonal from one another just to give more light.

The next wall far from me has a swinging door, I find as I walk through it, that leads to the kitchen. This floor is light toned, oak maybe, with dark counter tops and appliances. It's large enough to hold an island in it and still allow a good amount of room for one to run if they must. There's a small circular table in here as well, also seemingly made of oak and large enough to sit five all around the diameter of the table. Windows line the walls as to give you different angles of views of the city part of the Kanto region that I am now living in. In the corners furthest from the sink and what not- where the cooking goes on- potted rose plants sit to make the room more lively, and an abstract painting sits between them on the wall.

To my right on the wall there's another swinging door, which I find leads to a hallway, which is also lead to what I bet is the living room by a normal door in this hallway alone, where wall lights lace the pale cream walls and illuminate the cherry red wood floor, there's a stair case and a closet for what I bet you is for coats. Closer to the door that I haven't gone through is another door that I investigate to find that it's a bathroom with white tile floors and a brown wooden styled marble counter top and bronze sink.

Up the stairs I go that match the floor of the hallway, for me to come to a hallway that after some investigation has three master bedrooms, each that has a bathroom to themselves. The rooms themselves are basically identical, having carpeted flooring of a medium gray color. The basic set up of the rooms are identical as well, having a bed on the far wall from the door, resting under the window and next to the door of the private bathroom, while also sitting across from the large closet that sits empty. However the walls and the sheets that cover the beds are all different, giving them at least a little bit of personality. One room has walls that are a blush red while the sheets are a sunset orange and the quilt that covers them having a dusk gray color. The other room that I visit has sea foam green colored walls while the king sized bed has morning sky blue sheets and a deep ocean blue quilt.

The room I claim as my own though, seems to have been based off of night time as opposed to almost night time and the ocean. The walls are a midnight black-blue, lined in a silvery color that reminds me of stars. The bed itself has black sheets, however the quilt itself is made to depict night sky, having literal stars and a full moon over an empty field on it. None of that print-on fabric nonsense; it looks hand crafted. Rather well hand crafted at that.

After putting clothing away and fully exploring the penthouse, finding it to have a pool behind it as well as a hot tub, I return to the living room to hook up my beloved game console and find a place to put my games. When all the important stuff is done, I plop down and again pull out the folder on my soon to be charge. "Let's see...Right. I've already read all that has happened to him...Okay, L, let's see where you stand right now...". After flipping through things I've already read or skimmed, I stop to find where our 'spies' have gathered.

Furrowing my brows, I move on to what further information my people managed to swipe from L without being detected. I chuckle to myself at the thought; people stealing data from L and not getting caught. Though the only reason they haven't been caught is because they don't exist on human records, nor can they be seen by the human eye if they don't want to. This is a skill all of my race shares, being unseen by almost all if that is what we want. Anywho, I move onto L's suspects list, already knowing that there's only one.

With a sigh, I purse my lips and put the folder down before promptly pulling a lighter from my left frontal pocket. It's not that I smoke, oh no, more so that I'm something of a pyromaniac. A minor one, if anything, seeing as I don't go burning things down just to get some sort of high. Never the less, I ignite the lighter and set fire to the manila folder and watch it burn into nothing but ashes. Then I stand and head off to bed. I'm tired; the jet lag is finally getting to me.