L walked down the street with his sons and his lover, Light Yagami, on leashes. Light wore a jewel-encrusted collar and a vibrating butt-plug with a dog's tail attached to it. He crawled on his hands and knees over the sidewalk, occasionally tearing his skin and humiliating himself in front of the general public of Nippon. The people spoke in Nihongo and whispered among themselves as the former Kira was dragged along behind three huge tentacle monsters, his spirit broken.
"Grievances!" one of L's newly born sons shrieked. He was tall, with deep-green tentacles and his mother's sense of justice. From his suction cups formed a Death Note. He began scribbling down names furiously — all the members of British Parliament his father kept in a stable for their durable pubic hairs.
"YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!" his father L cried. He strode up to his tentacled son and tore him in half. Light Yagami whimpered as orgasm struck. His knees and elbows gave up and left him sprawled on the sidewalk twitching in a pool of his own cum. His brains dripped out side of his head like melted ice cream. A firetruck was dispatched to remove the area of the torn tentacle monster. It howled into the night and carried the corpse off to sea.
L and his remaining son stood on the edge of a precipice overlooking Mt Fuji's mystic wonders.