"All done!" I said, smiling.

Ezerion's eyes scanned over the words I had written on the back page of the Death Note. He chuckled. "Not bad," he said, "Even I don't know if it works that way."

"Oh,it does," I assured him, "I killed one of the politicians this way. The only who died on the steps of the state house, remember?"

With a chuckle, the Shinigami nodded. "Oh yeah. So you made him do it there on purpose?" 

I ignored the question. Obviously that was what I was saying! Now that I had taken these precautions, I would be utterly touchable by all but the most ruthless opponents. 

I ripped the second-to-last page out of the notebook. "Now I just need to find somewhere to hide this," I said, frowning. Obviously it wouldn't be safe to keep it in my apartment. If the police ever searched me, they'd find it for sure. I would have to consider my options.

"More importantly," said Ezerion, "L still hasn't appeared on TV. Are you gonna let that go unpunished?"

He was right. Perhaps the detective would have to be reassured that I meant business before he would succumb to my demands. Fortunately, I had a great idea.

***

The face that appeared on the news that night was framed by the muscular shoulders of a man whose life had depended on his strength. Before he had become a corpse, he had been a German general, one of the most trusted and senior in the country.

He had died after going on a rampage in the town nearest to his base.

76 dead including the general. Throughout the town, the same symbol appeared over and over, drawn in dripping blood. The image of a pair of angel wings.