Ezerion glanced at the piece of paper I had just received and looked up at the demonic creature that had just appeared to me. I bit my lip nervously as I beheld it. Who knew how long it had been here, watching me? "There's more than two of us down here? Know who the other is, Chernabog?" he asked.

His query wasn't important to me, at least not as important as dealing with Mizu. She had asked if I was Azrael... that meant she was not, or she was trying to deceive me. In either case, my problems had just become more severe.

I had no choice. I extracted a small sheet of paper - a piece of the Death Note - from the pocket hidden within my sleeve. I wrote "no" on it and handed it to Mizu.