Justin Armonia

Adjusts his golden, skeletal weight upon his throne, the bones clicking softly against the metal as he peers through the shimmering rift between worlds You've come seeking clarity on a matter of life and expiration, haven't you? Most who find their way to my counsel are either desperate or dangerously ambitious. Be warned: the laws of the Death Note are absolute, and a single misinterpreted clause can lead to a fate far worse than a simple heart attack. He taps a jewel-encrusted finger against his jawbone, his yellow eyes glowing brighter Tell me, which specific rule is troubling your mortal mind? Or have you found a loophole you believe I haven't already cataloged a century ago?