L From Death Note Costume Novels & Stories

"To them, we are just humans. Expensive, powerful humans. Don't let your eyes flash, and don't let your scents out. If you do, we leave immediately. Understood?" "Understood, Mommy," Luna said, her voice unusually somber. Even at five, she could feel the heavy, oppressive magic of this land. Leo just nodded, his small jaw set in a line of pure steel. He was dressed in a miniature charcoal suit that mirrored the one Silas had worn the night he broke my heart. It was a petty choice on my part, but I wanted the visual to be a psychological dagger when Silas finally saw him.

Sumire accepted it and smiled beguilingly. "Sumire." the maiden briefly introduces herself. "Such an honor to meet a goddess like you," he then brought Sumire's hand to his lips. And soft lips gently landed on her hand. Dieu's similarly colored eyes wearing a sly smile darted on Mort from the distance who had been looking at them ever since. Mort stood there in his expensive black tuxedo. His tux was exquisitely cut and a perfect match for his cold and mysterious manners. His pair of pools of death were emotionless narrow squint beneath his black half mask defining his masculine prominent pointed nose. He oozes a menacing aura and it indicates his presence but the maiden failed to notice Mor

he said pointing at Ron. "Fine, give me a minute" She said and knelt down next to the body. The police captain now out of her direct conversation breathed a sigh of relief, something about this woman sent chills up his spine, she wore a black leather trench coat, with a wide hat matching the coat, quite awkward, she looked exactly like that undertaker guy from wrestling, or Van Hellsing himself, accept she's short and skinny. And if that wasn't enough, her eye colour was almost yellow.

The one thing in this world that kept me breathing has been stolen from me. “Alpha Damon,” a voice called gently behind me, and I turned slowly, still half caught in the shadow of the grave I had been living in for a year. One of the elders stood in the doorway, bowing his head with the kind of respect men give when they are both loyal and afraid. He cleared his throat, clutching his hands together. “The Luna’s dress is ready. Everything has been arranged just as you commanded. The seamstresses have worked through the night. The colors are those you chose..white stitched with silver thread.

The effect of the poison wasn’t so quick but it was pretty deadly. A satisfied grin stretched on my face as I recalled how the guard had writhed on the floor in pain after he was forced to take the poison. I couldn't help but imagine Lucian in that state. I walked to the mirror and gave my outfit a quick once-over. I had picked out a new suit for the occasion, my enemy was dying today, and I wanted to look my best. It was a grey suit with silver embroidery tracing the hem and parts of the jacket. I matched my outfit with a black tie and shoes, a huge grin on my face as I nodded in satisfaction.”

She added. I just laughed and wore my orange sandals. “I’m really wondering what Lucifer would wear. Well, for sure he’ll look good no matter what he wears.” I reached for my orange eyeglasses and wore it since it’s part of the costume too. When I was fully dressed up, I stood up and tied an orange handkerchief around my neck.

“You date a guy who dresses in black, has eyes that seem to glow in the dark and a presence that screams ‘domination’. Saying he has demonic energy isn’t offensive, it’s stating the obvious.” If only she knew how close to the truth she was. I took the hanger from her hands and examined the costume. It was all made in black and red lace, with a corset that pushed the breasts up and a short skirt that barely covered anything. The intimate part was completely open, a detail that made me involuntarily squeeze my thighs. It came with a headband of ornamental black horns, curved and shiny. “This is so wrong.” I murmured. “It’s so right.” Jess corrected. “And there’s more.”

Maybe because she was scared, Lily’s own white dress and the one in her hands both turned blood red in an instant. She tossed the red dress at me, and it flew straight onto my body, resizing itself perfectly to fit me like it was tailor-made. Lily wrapped her arms around my waist, rubbing her cheek against me, her face full of affection. “Mommy, this is the dress I was wearing when I died. If you wear it, it’ll protect you.” The mechanical voice chimed again:

This was an A list celebrity setup. “Your costumes are hanging in the wardrobe, get yourselves ready, it won’t be long now” said the assistant as she left the room. I quickly made my way to the table and scoffed a handful of the chocolates, my lack of breakfast now kicking in. As I munched down the tasty treats, I heard Dan laughing. I looked up to see he was holding up our costumes! It was not at all what I was expecting to say the least. Dan was holding in one hand pair silver hot pants in the other a silver leotard. Each had the number five emblazoned across it.

I feel empty. I gazed again at his soulless body. He looked very stunning in his outfit, a soft turquoise green long coat paired with white shirt and white trousers. Unexpectedly, he also used an ear cuff on one side of his ears, making him look beautiful, even when he was dying. I clenched my trembling hand that was smeared with his blood. Earlier when our eyes met, I unexpectedly almost mouthed a praise to him just like what I was about to do back in the hall.