((For any who are very religious, try not to be offended. Hanshin's gonna get pretty blasphemous here. I'm not trying to insult religion. This is just how Hanshin would view things, the good ol' psychopath that he is. Also, I know I haven't done this in a while, but if you're gonna play a song to go along with this, my suggestion is: Eyes of the Devil by Seether.))

It'd been a few days since his last killing spree. Hanshin sat in the back of the mass, half asleep. He was suddenly made alert by a nearly silent beeping sound coming from his watches. He had turned down the volume on the alarms so that he could be 'respectful'. He quietly went about taking out a sheet, crossing his time of death out and rewriting it for 6 minutes and 40 seconds in the future. He wasn't paying attention to whatever the preacher was saying, nor was he sure why he came. He was mostly here out of habit. His mother had made him go every Sunday and now he felt a compulsion to do so. It was odd. Hanshin first thought about whether or not he still belonged here. He thought, (Why am I even doing this?...What compels me to kill...Do I crave attention that badly?...I'm a criminal. Shouldn't I be feeling remorse or fear of being caught right now? Why don't I fear anything? Why is my mind so numb...Is my body numb as well?)

He squeezed his right hand into a fist hard. His nails dug into his palm, but he continued until he saw blood drip down his palm. Quickly, he winced in pain and put his hand to his mouth, drinking the blood back inside of him. It was a strange thing. He was disgusted by the idea of his blood being outside of his body and felt that he needed to put it back in any way that he could. He knew that it was illogical, but it was another compulsion. As he continued sucking on his wounds, he thought, (Strange. I can feel pain quite well, and yet I have no remorse for the pain that I have caused others. Am I selfish?) He continued questioning his motives and arguing silently with himself until eventually, the bleeding had seemed to stop. He looked down at his hand and admired the small slits in his palm for a moment.

Then, Hanshin looked around the church. He saw the usuals, sitting around paying about as much attention as he was. He then noticed that there was an inordinate amount of newcomers. He smiled to himself, saying, "What do ya know? They fear that the big bad Anti-Kira will slaughter them, so they come here and pray for their god to protect them from me. If I stopped killing for a week, they'd be back in their homes at this time next Sunday, watching TV....hypocrites! All of them...." He remained there and turned his attention to a statue on the altar, saying, "No wonder they need a shepherd. They're all nothing but sheep..." He opened his cloak a little and took out his deathnote and a pen. He considered whether or not to spread the sheep's blood around the church, thinking, (It'd be almost symbolic, wouldn't it? Filling the church with the sheep's blood?) Then, he gave up, exasperated. He sighed as he put the notebook away and said, "I'd kill them right now if they weren't so pitiful." He grew almost angry at how sad their little lives were. Then, he simply couldn't take it anymore. He stood up, put his hands in his pockets and walked to the door. It was a large, gothic looking door. He was bothered by it because there was no door handle for him to touch on his way out. He paused for a moment and walked to the side of the door, rubbing his sleeve up and down 3 and a half times on it. He walked to the other side of the door and did the same thing. Suddenly, he realized that, while rubbing, his wound must have torn, for a few drops of his blood had gotten through his sleeve and were on the outside of the door and had been rubbed into it. He looked at it for a moment and turned around to look at the people, still praying as he said, "This is your Passover". Then, he pushed open the door and walked out.

Suddenly, he noticed that there was a small, old man, smiling at him, sitting by a small table just outside the church. The man fixed his glasses, seeming to have poor vision, and said, "Excuse me, sir. How would you like to purchase a Bible, specially blessed by-" Hanshin cut him off and said, "Sorry. I don't need one. I got my bible right here." As he said this, he patted his coat pocket, which contained his death note. The little old man smiled widely, believing that Hanshin was referring to an actual Bible, and said, "That's a smart lad. Always carry it on you. It'll keep you safe." Hanshin smiled and said, "Sometimes, I feel like it does. Anyways, I must be going." The man smiled and said, "Alright, then. God bless you." Hanshin began walking away, Shidoh floating close behind him. He laughed quietly, yet maniacally as he said, "kekeke...'God'?...I AM God." As he said this, he stepped directly on a crack in the sidewalk and began heading back home to slaughter more sheep. Shidoh considered asking for his death note back, like usual, but was too frightened by Hanshin's insanity, so he kept his mouth shut and quietly followed Hanshin home.