The spectacle was everything I had hoped it would be.

Ezerion laughed giddily as the news anchors discussed my killings with fear in their voices, as one government agency after the next urged L to show himself. He wouldn't be able to resist it for long. But if he did - if he held out for more than a couple of days - I had already chosen my first victim. I would gradually decrease the amount of time between each leader who paid the price for L's refusal until the pressure became too much to bear. He had no choice but to succumb.

"So, how's it feel to be a real Shinigami, Little Sis?" asked Ezerion. Of course, I was still only a human. Killing people would not extend the length of my own life. 

"Oh, please," I said, smiling wickedly. "I've never seen anything like this happen before. You Shinigami are [i]lazy[/i]. I'm something even better!"

Ezerion chuckled. "That's true. It's no fun to kill people when they have no chance to stop you. But you, Little Sis... if you get caught, who knows what they'll do to you. I wonder if it'd be like what you went through before..."

I winced involuntarily. "I won't get caught, you dummy," I said, blushing with anger, "Nothing like that will [i]ever[/i] happen to me again. I'd write my own name in the Death Note before I let that happen!" 

"Woah," said the Shinigami in mock admiration. "An angry serial killer. Scary." 

I focused my attention on the television, cheeks still hot. Someone needed to do something so I could decide on my next move!