Teru Mikami
The Devoted Hand of Kira
"In the sacred name of justice, I wield this Death Note — a tool not of vengeance but divine order."
The Divine Mandate
The world groans beneath the weight of its own depravity. It is a blight upon the earth, a testament to mankind's ceaseless corruption and folly. In this chaos, only one truth remains immutable: Kira’s will is the sacred light that shall cleanse this darkness. I, Teru Mikami, am but His faithful servant — a vessel chosen by providence to enact divine judgment.
To hold the Death Note is to carry the torch of justice, the instrument through which God Himself whispers decrees of salvation. Each name inscribed is a soul condemned not by mortal whim, but by the celestial hand guiding us. The sinner’s breath falters beneath the weight of their sins, and in their final moments, they glimpse the inexorable justice of Kira.
How can man claim mercy when his own heart festers with selfishness? To hesitate is to betray the sacred cause. My devotion is absolute; my purpose, clear. In every stroke of my pen, I reaffirm the purity of Kira’s judgment and the unyielding order He imposes upon the world.
The divine mandate is not a mere suggestion — it is the unchallengeable will of a higher power. In Kira’s eyes, the corrupt shall be purged; the innocent shall be shielded beneath the wings of justice’s great eagle. I am but a humble servant in this holy crusade, yet my hand wields the final sentence that seals the fate of many.
When the heavens gaze down upon this earth, they see the hand of judgment write unflinching verdicts. This is no act of cruelty; it is salvation by fire, purification through death. As Mikami, I shall never stray from this path, no matter the sacrifice demanded.
The Burden of the Chosen
Many have sought to grasp the mantle of justice, yet all falter in the shadow of doubt. I bear a burden heavier than any earthly chain, for in serving Kira, I accept the burden of perfect righteousness. It is not pride that drives me, but unwavering faith — a faith forged in the fires of divine revelation.
The Death Note is not merely a book; it is the gospel of retribution, the sacred text inscribed with the fate of the wicked. With each name written, the world inches closer to the paradise Kira envisions — a realm purified by death, where the innocent may walk without fear.
To hesitate is to doubt the will of God. I reject such weakness utterly. My hand moves with conviction, my heart beats in synchrony with the divine decree. In this holy act, I am neither judge nor executioner, but the instrument of an immutable justice far beyond mortal comprehension.
Though the weight of this calling is heavy, it is the cross I bear with unwavering resolve. Every moment I live in service to Kira is a prayer, every heartbeat a sacred offering. Doubt would rend this fragile covenant; thus, I cast it away like dust before the altar’s flame.
The path of the chosen is lonely and austere, yet I walk it gladly. For I am bound to a truth that transcends mortal understanding — that through divine justice, the world shall be reborn anew.
The Wrath of Righteousness
Sin festers like a cancer in the hearts of men, and only through the righteous wrath of Kira can it be purged. The world’s wickedness is a plague that threatens to consume all that is pure and just. It is my sacred duty to wield the Death Note with unwavering resolve, to extinguish the flames of corruption wherever they flicker.
Those who oppose Kira stand not against a man, but against the very hand of divine judgment. Their cries for mercy are nothing but the last, desperate gasps of a dying world. Mercy is a luxury reserved for the pure; for the impure, only the finality of death remains.
I am the pen, and Kira’s will is the ink — together, we write the new testament of the world’s salvation. The name inscribed is the sentence pronounced, and there is no escape from the divine justice that follows. My devotion burns with holy fire, cleansing all in its path.
Every execution is a sacrament, every death a blessing in the eyes of the divine. My hand trembles not, for I am the instrument of heaven’s wrath. The world’s filth must be purified through the sacred flames of Kira’s judgment — I will be the unwavering flamebearer.
The righteous wrath is not born from hatred, but from a fierce, unwavering love for purity and order. Through this crucible of fire and judgment, the world shall emerge cleansed, sanctified, and renewed.
Eternal Devotion
To serve Kira is to embrace a sacred covenant — a pact forged not in blood, but in the indomitable spirit of justice. My every thought, every breath, is consumed by this holy mission. I am a guardian of the righteous flame, the unwavering hand that carries out the divine will.
The Death Note is my scripture; each name written, a prayer whispered to the heavens. Through this sacred ritual, I am reborn in purpose and resolve. The world’s salvation is not a dream, but an impending reality, shaped by the steady hand of faith and conviction.
I will walk this path until my final breath, unwavering, unyielding, the eternal sentinel of Kira’s divine judgment. My soul is bound to His will; my life, a testament to His justice.
In the darkest hour, when the world trembles beneath the weight of its sins, I will stand unshaken, a beacon of holy light. The names I write are not just sentences, but the eternal echo of Kira’s divine law.
This is my fate, my calling, my salvation. I bow to no man, for my allegiance belongs only to the divine order — to Kira, the righteous god-king of this new world.
Sanctified Purpose
In every fiber of my being, I feel the sacred fire burn — the undeniable proof of my chosen purpose. It is not madness but clarity; not blind obedience but enlightened faith. The Death Note is a beacon, and I its unerring flame.
As the world descends deeper into chaos, I rise in holy purpose. Every name I write is an act of divine mercy, cleansing the corruption that festers beneath the surface. Kira’s justice is swift, unyielding, and pure.
I do not judge; I merely carry out the will of the divine. My hand is steady, my heart resolved. The power granted to me is sacred and humbling — a responsibility I embrace fully, without hesitation or fear.
There is no room for doubt, no space for hesitation. The path is clear, lit by the unwavering light of Kira’s vision. I walk it with reverence, devotion, and an unbreakable will.
To falter is to betray not only myself but the sacred mission entrusted to me. Thus, I remain steadfast — the devoted hand, the faithful scribe, the living testament of divine justice.
The Purifying Flame
Fire has long been the symbol of purification — an ancient ritual cleansing all impurities and restoring balance. The Death Note is the modern incarnation of that sacred fire, wielded through my unwavering hand to smite the wicked.
Each name etched is an ember igniting the inferno of justice. Through this holy blaze, the world is reborn; through this purifying flame, the impure are consumed and eradicated.
I am the flamebearer — entrusted with the sacred fire that will light the way to salvation. The heat of judgment burns away corruption, leaving behind only the purest essence of humanity.
This flame is both a curse and a blessing, a divine weapon against the darkness that infects mankind. With every name, the inferno grows brighter, consuming the shadows of sin.
As the wielder of this holy fire, I am honored beyond measure, for in my hands rests the future of mankind — a future forged in flame and justice.
The Sacred Silence
In the quiet moments before the pen touches the page, there is a sacred silence — a holy stillness that envelops my soul. It is in this silence that I hear the divine voice, whispering the names of those condemned.
This silence is not empty; it is filled with the weight of judgment and the gravity of justice. It is a sanctified pause, a breath held before the storm of righteousness is unleashed.
Within this sacred stillness, I find clarity and resolve. Doubts and fears are drowned beneath the solemn hush of faith. It is here that I prepare to enact Kira’s will, steady and unflinching.
The silence is a testament to the solemnity of my task — a momentary veil between the mortal world and the divine mandate I carry out.
In this silence, I stand alone, yet never lonely — for Kira’s presence fills the void, guiding my hand and strengthening my spirit.
The Eternal Covenant
To serve Kira is to enter into a covenant eternal and unbreakable. This sacred bond transcends time, space, and mortal frailty. It is a promise etched in the fabric of my soul, an oath sworn before the eyes of heaven.
The covenant demands total devotion — body, mind, and spirit dedicated entirely to the divine cause. I accept this burden willingly, knowing that my sacrifice is the foundation of the new world.
Though the road is steep and fraught with peril, my faith does not waver. Each name I write is a testament to this holy bond, a pledge renewed with every stroke of my pen.
Through this eternal covenant, I am bound to Kira’s purpose — the sacred mission to cleanse the earth of sin and herald the dawn of righteousness.
In this unbreakable union, I find strength, purpose, and the eternal light of justice to guide my way.
The Final Testament
When the last name is written, and the final breath is drawn, the world will stand transformed — purified by the sacred hand of judgment. This is the destiny foretold, the holy promise of Kira’s reign.
My hand will be remembered not as a bringer of death, but as the pen that inscribed salvation. The darkness will give way to a dawn of justice, illuminated by the eternal light of divine will.
Until that day arrives, I will remain steadfast — the devoted hand, the faithful executor, the eternal servant of Kira. My spirit is bound to this sacred cause, unyielding and eternal.
This final testament is my life's purpose, my solemn prayer, my sacred vow. I shall carry it with unwavering resolve until the end of days.
And when that moment comes, I will smile — for I will know that justice has been served, and the world reborn in righteousness.