Chapter 4 - Conquest

Once again, I'm all ears, I want to know if y'all have any suggestions for people that represent.

War

Pestilence

Death

And name for the group.

Also, give me a series that I can try adding.

I'll keep the harem 2 at minimum and 3 at maximum.

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Light POV

My eyes shut open immediately and I felt myself somewhere unfamiliar until I recalled everything that had happened. I was successful in recruiting my first horsemen and the key in my plan considering she has the same thought of how to handle Kira and using Matsuda as the perfect puppet. He is too naive and experienced that everyone would certainly drop their guard but this helps in selling the idea of Matsuda being Kira even further.

I learn Makima has the innate ability to make being under a certain hypnosis by placing suggestion and lie that Matsuda unaware or even those around her. Men are easy to finesse for her charm and "easy to get along with" facade that she uses. Yes, with her around, I won't have to worry about joining the task force but it is still possible for L to consider recruiting me.

I needed to create as much distance and confusion with the help of Makima. There's also my goal, similar to Lu Li and why he made Eternal Club. Protection of earth, survivability of humanity, and evolution of humans.

With the ever growing ability of my pocket watch then I'll eventually be able to create my own planet and world like what Lu Li did then with that humanity will gain new knowledge and understanding.

I've used the money I've obtained from my backer and the businessman who worked for me to create facilities that will house the talent that I'll recruit. Technology, biology, and many more will be established in these facilities.

I need to recruit a more cunning and capable businessman who will run this place that also views Kira as worth working for.

Was I worried that Makima would be a liability in my plans? No, as I made a contract using my pocket watch. It is a contract that if broken then whatever agreement is made will happen. Makima didn't even hesitate to sign and agreed while she offered a glass of wine.

Letting a minor drink? Well old enough to kill then I'm old enough to drink.

It was worth the risk since Makima opened new ideas and plans that I overlooked. She even investigated the growing people that started to view Kira as a Deity. I receive suspects of these individuals and the pattern in which they've been doing things for the past few days.

I also had done the same gaining more information on people that will be my servants. I'll offer them something that I won't regret. Time. Lifespan. They shall become blinded by my might that they'll do what I say. For them, my words will become Law.

"Hmmm, even after waking up, you don't rest, do you?"

I heard the voice looking beside me to find Makima naked. Indeed, we had Sex. Even if we were drunk doesn't matter. The two of us agreed and enjoyed it. Was I worried about getting caught? No, because I made an alibi for me to be out and not home.

It was rather easy to control and manipulate Makima letting her scream my name as I gave her a rough time. Regardless, I don't have feelings for Makima at the moment and this is simply me unleashing my carnal desire.

Makima does the same because she simply wants to please me and show how serious she is to me, willing to give everything.

Do I even believe in Love? No, not ways people view it.

Love isn't real. At least, not in the way people romanticize it. It's just a convenient label we use to explain a mix of biological urges, emotional needs, and societal conditioning. When you strip it down, it's really just a transaction—a fulfillment of personal desires masked as some profound connection. We crave companionship, security, validation. Love is just the name we give to that craving when we find someone who meets enough of our needs.

People talk about love like it's this selfless, all-encompassing thing, but isn't it always about what we get out of it? We love because it makes us feel good, because we fear loneliness, because we need someone to listen, to care, to share our burdens. It's need disguised as affection. And when that need changes, love fades. It's why relationships break down, why people drift apart. The so-called magic of love dissolves the moment it no longer serves its purpose.

Even the most intense, passionate love can be reduced to basic instincts—attraction, compatibility, mutual benefit. That's all it is. Romantic love? It's the most persistent illusion, reinforced by movies, books, and society's pressure to conform. But it's just another way we try to make sense of our desire to not be alone.

In the end, "love" is nothing more than the satisfaction of our own needs, dressed up as something more meaningful than it really is.

Love is an illusion. It's the story we tell ourselves to make sense of our longing, a narrative we cling to because it's easier than admitting the truth: we're all just seeking fulfillment of our own desires. The idea of love as something pure and transcendent is comforting, but that's all it is—a comforting lie.

We're wired to want connection, and we dress that need up as something deeper, more profound, but beneath it all, love is just the mask we place over our fear of being alone. It's an illusion we willingly embrace because the truth—that we're all just fulfilling personal needs—feels too empty to face.

In the end, it's all about benefit. Every relationship, every act of so-called love boils down to what we gain from it. Whether it's emotional support, physical intimacy, or just the comfort of someone being there, love is transactional.

We give because we expect to get something in return, even if we don't consciously admit it. There's always an underlying exchange, a balancing of needs and desires. And when that balance tips, when the benefits no longer outweigh the costs, love fades, or worse, it dies altogether.

We chase after love thinking it's something greater, something selfless, but it's always rooted in what we stand to gain. Affection, companionship, a sense of belonging—it's all about what fills the gaps in ourselves. Once that's gone, or when someone else offers a better "deal," the illusion breaks. The truth is, love isn't some magical force; it's just a series of benefits that keep us hooked as long as they serve us.

Still, even if it sounds bad, it doesn't. It's simply a fact, and the truth. There's nothing inherently wrong with acknowledging that love is based on benefit. It doesn't make the feelings any less real or the connections any less meaningful. In fact, seeing it for what it is—a mutual exchange—might just be more honest. We all have needs, and relationships are built on the idea of fulfilling those needs. It's natural.

We like to believe in love as something grand and otherworldly, but stripping it down to its core doesn't diminish it. It just reframes it. Understanding love as a balance of desires doesn't make it cold or mechanical—it makes it human. And maybe that's not as romantic, but it's grounded. It's real. There's no shame in seeking what benefits us, just as long as we understand that everyone else is doing the same.

Makima and I understand this fact. This is what love is for us: an exchange, a game of benefits and needs. We see it for what it truly is, without the illusions that others cling to. We don't sugarcoat it with fairy tales or pretend that it's something beyond human nature. Love, for us, is about control, fulfillment, and power. It's about knowing what the other person brings to the table and how it serves us.

There's a clarity in this understanding, a freedom in not getting swept up in the fantasy. We don't chase after love with blind devotion; we assess it, measure it, use it for what it's worth. And in that, we find our version of "love." Cold? Maybe. But real. Real in a way that most people are too afraid to accept.

"I already have. Anyhow, it's time for me to leave." I said trying to remove her embrace from me but Makima moved and straddle on top of me making me feel her soaking wet lower lips. It should be impossible for her to get pregnant when I killed my sperm by accelerating their decay.

"How about we have breakfast first and discuss a bit more? Didn't you say that your parents know you'll be home around before lunch? Why the rush? I'm certain if we are caught they only believe that this is a relationship between a minor and an older woman." Makima was around mid to late twenties and Light was eighteen. Interestingly, if this is the alibi then the sentence would light compare if he was Kira.

"That's true but don't forget the two of us are cunning individuals meaning L or any skilled detective would know this lie rather quickly." Light voice his logic knowing L, he would make wild guesses that seem impossible for the eyes of a normal detective but not to him.

"Fufufu~ quite the paranoid boy you are." She narrowed her gaze while I shrugged it off.

"It's called being thorough." This only made her more entertained. She leaned to kiss me resulting in a heated make out session twirling and coiling our tongue against each other until our lips parted leaving a trail.

"Very well, let's continue this later." She got off me and I saw her begin to get dressed while I did the same. I made sure there wasn't any evidence that I was even here. We finished getting dressed and made breakfast or rather Makima made them for us while I kept reviewing the files that she gathered and listened to the television about the current news.

"It's amazing how you thought of keeping an eye on victims that need their justice." I said as she nodded.

"I knew that someone, even how great a person is, needed someone below to work for them." She answered and I found her boldness even though her eyes seem like zealots, she isn't afraid to voice her thoughts which is good.

"You even list down possible candidates who provide combat skills to our group." I began to write this information and save them for later. Every person fears death. Providing them everything like Power, Wealth, and Time will certainly gain their loyalty.

"Yes, I've made a list of special ops who have been dismissed and see the same view on our society. Their skills will be useful against the police and government." Makima said while our hearts perked up at the news anchor.

"—The Kira case continues and there has been a notice of crimes plummeting in fear of Kira placing their justice upon them. How does this person do it? No one knows, However many believe that our world is ending and a new will take it place. People around the world began to voice their side on Kira saying that the government shouldn't look for Kira as he had been doing what the government is afraid to do. They believe that giving them quick death is enough mercy when they deserve a worse fate."

The news anchor said while I smiled knowing that it has begun and people should start gathering in secret places hoping to be the first to gain Kira's favor.

You might ask, why do I seperate Kira from me? Because Kira in a way, not me, he is a mask. People can be Kira in some way or form.

'I've listed down contracts and doctrine that they will follow to avoid any mishaps.' I said and the news continued even further.

"—in addition, Cult are starting to form in the name of Kira and authorities are trying their best to put a stop to this. Whoever this Kira is. He is just a man with strange capabilities. I'm certain. He will be captured sooner or later and put to justice." I chuckled at this and agreed with him but that Kira will not be me instead someone else.

If I was Light then I would kill this man for his arrogance but I find it entertaining if anything. By making these claims, more people will be drawn to Kira due to the fact he is doing a better job on handling crimes than the government.

'These are fools who are afraid that there is something they can't control. None truly care about the masses.'

Of course there are people who genuinely want to make a change but are only beaten by the corrupt. I glanced over to Makima and said.

"Would you kindly investigate any possible politician who shares the same ideals as Kira? I want to use them to slowly put my control in the government." Having firm control over the government will benefit me. I need more eyes and ears in every corner of the world. I need to improve the growth of the internet while making sure I have control over this large company that controls this.

I would also need someone who is a tech genius that will help avoid detecting me. However, connected individuals across the globe helping track me down will be an issue. Therefore, I have to expand my influence as Kira by then.

"Consider it done." She said as she placed down a cup of coffee while placing down some American breakfast and the dogs received some of their share. Makima sat in front of me as the two ate the meal and complimented the taste which he appreciated.

I'm not telepathy but my interaction with Makima gave me a firm understanding of what she is simply by her behavior. She is a cunning manipulator that if I'm not careful then I'll be the one controlled and I think she understands me enough to know that she has the disadvantage in the mind games. Not to mention our contract.

"Also if L began to suspect me then try to take his side to lessen the suspicion to you. I've given you a piece of the death note, I'm sure you'll be able to use it wisely. In addition, I will continue making Matsuda as a person to become Kira. He'll work splendidly as a dummy."

I suggested considering if I was captured then Makima can continue killing and she will become my back up Kira. I told her the details of what Kira is like and made her replicate this Facade that will make L rethink everything.

"What would happen if there was someone with your power?" Makima asked and I nodded.

"Then it would be good. I'm sure someone will eventually stumble upon another death note but it's highly unlikely that there is anyone with the ability to control time." I said even though I can't rule out the possibility. We continued to discuss everything and I left her apartment heading to my home. I stopped time and flew to arrive somewhere I set my alibi where people will not get suspicious.

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Ray Penber POV.

I've been watching him for days now. Light Yagami—honor student, brilliant, charming, and seemingly perfect. The ideal son, the model citizen. I've tailed him through crowded streets, sat across from him in cafés, and observed him at school. Nothing suspicious, nothing out of the ordinary. His routine is predictable, meticulously so. Wake up, attend classes, socialize with friends, come home, study. A perfect pattern.

But there's something gnawing at me. Something about him feels too perfect, almost unnaturally so. I've spent years hunting criminals, and I've developed an instinct for deception. On paper, Light Yagami is flawless—yet that's the problem. No one is this flawless.

The Kira case has twisted everything I know. It's almost as if Kira is omnipotent, untouchable. And yet… I can't shake the feeling that Light may be connected somehow. But how? There's no evidence, no sign of criminal activity. Not even a slip of the mask. He's either a master manipulator or I'm chasing shadows.

I've been through his belongings, listened to his phone calls, and analyzed his every move. Every keystroke, every glance… yet there's nothing incriminating. How could someone that young and composed be Kira? His father is the chief of police—surely, no criminal would be that reckless, that audacious.

But still… there's something about his calmness, the way he handles himself under pressure. It's unsettling. If he's hiding something, he's doing it flawlessly. I need more evidence. There has to be something I'm missing. No one can be this clean, not in a world with Kira.

The reason I'm even chasing Light Yagami is because of L. The great L, whose insight cuts through shadows, gave me the direction I needed. When he laid out his theory—that Kira could be a student, someone with a deep sense of justice, possibly connected to law enforcement—it clicked. It made sense, disturbingly so.

Light fits the profile too perfectly. A top student, someone with an intellect sharp enough to stay a step ahead of the police. The son of the chief of police, no less—he had access, and if anyone could track down personal information to use against Kira's victims, it would be someone like Light. L's deductions were chillingly accurate, but without solid evidence, they're just theories.

But that's the thing—L's instinct is rarely wrong. It's why I can't let go of this hunch. No matter how clean Light appears, L believes in this possibility. And if L thinks there's a chance Light is Kira, then I have to pursue it. I can't question L's judgment, not when it's been right so many times before.

That's why I'm here, why I'm still watching him. Even if I haven't found the proof yet, I trust L's guidance. The threads all lead back to Light, no matter how subtle or well-hidden they are. I need to keep digging. L gave me this path, and I have to follow it to the end—no matter how dangerous, no matter how elusive Kira may be.

If L thinks it's him, then I have to believe it too. And I'll uncover the truth, even if it costs me everything.

I need to capture Kira before it's too late. The world is changing, and it's changing fast. At first, it was just fear. Fear of a faceless killer who could strike anyone, anywhere. But now… now it's something much worse.

People are starting to believe in him. They call him divine, a force of justice sent to cleanse the world. Some are even worshiping him, seeing his actions as righteous. Criminals fall dead without trial, and the masses call it divine retribution. But this… this is not justice. This is slaughter, a power unchecked.

If the tide fully turns, if more people begin to follow Kira, if they truly start to believe he's a god, it will become impossible to go against him. Not because of his power to kill, but because of the hearts and minds he's captured. The world will be on his side. People will see dissenters like me as enemies, as obstacles standing in the way of their twisted vision of a perfect world.

How do you fight against that? Against an ideology? When people believe they are serving a higher purpose, when they see Kira's actions as the hand of God, they'll defend him with everything they have. They'll turn on law, on justice, on anyone who stands in their way. And that's the real danger. It's not just Kira we're facing—it's the world he's shaping.

I can't let this happen. If I don't stop him now, it'll be too late. I won't just be hunting one man. I'll be fighting a movement. And the more people join him, the more impossible it will become to bring him down.

I must expose Kira for what he truly is—a murderer, not a god. Before the world slips entirely into his grasp.

I'm currently here in this hotel room, my fiancée sleeping peacefully beside me, unaware of the storm in my mind. She looks so calm, so distant from all of this. I should be at ease, resting like her, but I can't. Not when Kira is still out there, and people are still dying. I've gone over the evidence a thousand times—every piece of information I've gathered, every observation I've made. Yet, none of it points directly to Light. It's maddening.

Light hasn't slipped up. His routine is flawless, his behavior typical, just like always. And yet… the deaths continue. Every day, more bodies fall, more criminals die. And I sit here, frustrated, because I can't make the connection. How is he doing it? How is he avoiding us?

This frustration is eating away at me. I've been so close, yet every time I think I'm about to break through, it slips away. The lingering doubt that I might be chasing someone innocent, that maybe Light really is just a bright, promising young man. But then again, the world is changing too fast, and Kira's influence is growing.

I have to find something, anything that cracks this open. But for now, all I have is this unease, this gnawing suspicion. I glance at my fiancée, her peaceful sleep a stark contrast to the chaos in my head. I can't rest. Not until I found Kira. Not until this nightmare ends.

It was then that a sudden chill ran down my spine, freezing me in place. It wasn't just a feeling—it was like a presence, heavy and suffocating. I turned slowly, every muscle tense, every instinct screaming. My body went into high alert as if preparing for a threat that I already knew was there.

Standing by the door was a figure, fully cloaked in black, leaving not a single trace of their identity visible. A helmet covered their face, giving no hint of expression, no sign of humanity. But I didn't need to see his face. I knew. Every nerve in my body screamed who it was.

"Kira," I muttered, trying desperately to keep my voice calm, to keep my composure. But inside, my mind raced.

The figure remained silent, unmoving, like a phantom in the room. My fiancée still slept peacefully, oblivious to the danger looming mere feet away. I couldn't panic. I couldn't make any sudden moves. But it was obvious—he wasn't here for a chat. Kira had come for me, and every second felt like an eternity as I waited for what would happen next. 

This wasn't just a game anymore. Kira had made his move.