Auzar smiled thinly as he looked down on the human world. The fingers of his left hand brushed gently across his Death Note, as they always did when he was contemplating his next move. In his right, he held a second Note. Only he knew how he had got it, and he intended it to remain that way.
Of all the Shinigami, Auzar held the closest resemblance to a human. But for a few details, he looked like an average young man. One of those details was his height - eight feet, even when standing in his customary slouch. The second was his skin, a dead, pallid white. Third, his eyes, which were completely solid black, a darkness that was almost hypnotic. Fourth, his great leathery wings folded on his back. Fifth and finally, his canines, long and pointed.
Considered strange by the rest of the Shinigami for both his manner and dress, Auzar often watched the humans. Indeed, the sleek suit he customarily wore was based on a human design, although altered to fit his tall, thin frame and to accommodate his wings. His Death Note hung in a specially made holster of wrought silver, sitting next to his left thigh, and his hand would find it without fail whenever he was deep in thought. Contrary to the general personality of the death gods, he was reserved and quiet, never taking part in their gambling or frivolity, preferring to remain apart and write names in his Note, building up his lifespan. For this, he was an outcast, but he was happy with that. He preferred the humans to his fellow Shinigami anyway.
He had been to the human world a few times before, though never with more than one Death Note. On one memorable trip, he'd been discovered, and the humans had actually written a book about him. Dracula, it was called. It still made him laugh, the powers they attributed to him. Of course, it wasn't without justification. As a Shinigami, he could certainly drain the life of a human, and he was immune to any mortal weapon. To be fair, the discovery was due to his own carelessness, allowing a human to walk through him right into the Death Note, but it had been dealt with.
Suddenly, a thought struck, and he froze. Glacially slow, a grin spread across his face. Holding his right hand out, he gently opened his fingers and watched as the Note fell.
This was going to be fun.
Of all the Shinigami, Auzar held the closest resemblance to a human. But for a few details, he looked like an average young man. One of those details was his height - eight feet, even when standing in his customary slouch. The second was his skin, a dead, pallid white. Third, his eyes, which were completely solid black, a darkness that was almost hypnotic. Fourth, his great leathery wings folded on his back. Fifth and finally, his canines, long and pointed.
Considered strange by the rest of the Shinigami for both his manner and dress, Auzar often watched the humans. Indeed, the sleek suit he customarily wore was based on a human design, although altered to fit his tall, thin frame and to accommodate his wings. His Death Note hung in a specially made holster of wrought silver, sitting next to his left thigh, and his hand would find it without fail whenever he was deep in thought. Contrary to the general personality of the death gods, he was reserved and quiet, never taking part in their gambling or frivolity, preferring to remain apart and write names in his Note, building up his lifespan. For this, he was an outcast, but he was happy with that. He preferred the humans to his fellow Shinigami anyway.
He had been to the human world a few times before, though never with more than one Death Note. On one memorable trip, he'd been discovered, and the humans had actually written a book about him. Dracula, it was called. It still made him laugh, the powers they attributed to him. Of course, it wasn't without justification. As a Shinigami, he could certainly drain the life of a human, and he was immune to any mortal weapon. To be fair, the discovery was due to his own carelessness, allowing a human to walk through him right into the Death Note, but it had been dealt with.
Suddenly, a thought struck, and he froze. Glacially slow, a grin spread across his face. Holding his right hand out, he gently opened his fingers and watched as the Note fell.
This was going to be fun.
