And then he died.
Well, that wasn't the whole story, obviously. A hard case, a notebook of some kind, and then there was a couple of death gods and other people, but at the moment, he was dead. L was dead.
He clutched his chest with his hand as he fell from his chair. There was someone smirking above him, Light, yes, the boy he was looking for. What a person to take advantage of his situation. Who greets a person goodbye like that when they have no power to respond? Then his life flashed before and,
poof, no more L.
At least that what he thought should've happened.
I'm dead now. No more me. He paused for a bit, not a single thought running through his head. I shouldn't be thinking this if I was dead, no, that's not right. How am I…
L noticed that he felt what were his eyes were closed. He opened them, and gasped in surprise. He was outside on the top of the building from where he last remained conscious. On the roof, 11 stories above the floor. He stared up at the night sky.
Why am I here, I really shouldn't be here? I was meant to died inside the building. This is making no sense right now…
L started to panic. Very rarely was he ever concerned about a situation to a point of fear, but this had pushed all limits and logic to the side. He squatted down to the floor and buried his head in his arms. He was trembling, and it wasn't a surprise. L had never been one for faith in beings other than humans before this affair, but after meeting numerous gods of death and even the Death Note itself, he was a true believer.
Help me, whatever is out there, help. Pleading was also something that seldom came from the reclusive man. I don't know why I'm here, help, somebody, HELP ME!"
L stood up. He started to run around on the roof of the building. He had no idea what he was doing. Though and logic where of no use to him at the moment. He had to find another way of what was going on.
He turned around,
And there was a Shinigami.
"AAAHHHHH!" L screamed and fell over in fear and shock. The monster walked closer.
"Well look at this, someone really was able to get to you, funny that, eh? You were always so cautious.
L couldn't reply. He had already died, so why was he there being tormented?
"Go away, leave me be," L started.
"And what are you going to do here? Sit and wait for the rest of eternity? Why don't you come for a ride with me, not that you have much else to do?" The Shinigami replied. L didn't understand, and didn't respond.
"Become a Shinigami. Let me take you with me. Your spirit will rot here on Earth, come visit my realm instead…" The Shinigami reached out its hand.
In a situation where he had no information of idea whatsoever, he was willing to accept anything. L was never trusting when in this right mind, but, just like he had been when he was child, without any idea of what was happening, he grabbed onto anyone like a lifeline.
Even if that lifeline was soon to sink.
He reached out his hand to the beast, just like a small child reached out for their parents when they felt in trouble or scared. His vision blurred with tears. The Shinigami grinned.
"Good choice," it said.
"NO!" A young voice yelled from the other side of the building. Both the demon and the spirit turned their heads.
And there she was standing.
The Angel.
The Angel was standing about 3 metres away. She was young but tall, taller than L. She was wearing a long white robe tied with a cord around her waist. A glow was emitted from her being itself. Her long brown hair flew around in the wind. One hand was down by her side, but the other was pointed at the two.
Holding a sword.
"Back off, Ryuk, no isn't the time to go playing with souls, especially this one." She said in a loud and powerful voice. The sword seemed to shake the death god up a bit.
"Ok, ok, there's no need to get pushy about it, but it looks like he is choosing to come with m-"
"BACK OFF!" She thrust the sword forward making the death god leap back in surprise. She was standing in front of L now. He sat on the floor his eyes wide in horror and surprise.
"Leave this one alone, please. He isn't meant to be like this, you aren't meant to take this one." She lowered her sword a few inches.
"No, but that doesn't mean he still can't come. He's a smart one, he'll be fun to have around."
"So what? Go away, inside this building there is still a lot going on, there's more for you there than here."
"Okay, okay," Ryuk turned around. "Always ruining the fun from up there, aren't you guys?" He mumbled as he sank through the roof of the building.
L was shocked, still quite unsure of what had happened.
"Hey, are you ok, you look quite shaken up," the Angel said. She was crouching down beside him, moving to place a hand on his shoulder.
L leap away in return, breathing heavily.
"What, what are you?"
"Breathe, it's just me. I'm Vesta, and I'm your archangel. It's ok, don't panic. I know this might all be a little extreme for you, but it's ok."
L looked around, then up. He had never been a religious person before, but after seeing all this…
"Up there, heaven, it that where you're from?" He replied, nervously.
"Well, kind of. Some people call it heaven, others call it Valhalla, Swarga Loka, there's a whole bunch of names." She smiled kindly, tilting her head on the side.
"Why am I here? What happened?" L asked.
"Well, you died, and so, here you are. What happens is your soul transports itself to the nearest outside, usually directly upwards place. There, you kind of spectate from there. You can watch the world for a little."
L though for a few moments.
"Then what happens?"
"You archangel comes. They come and take you to where ever you belong. In this case, for you, L, it's up there. The good place, whatever you want to call it." Vesta smiled and pointed.
L was beginning to relax about his situation. There was hope, this was over, he was dead and going to the afterlife, the good afterlife.
"Well, there's not much here to do anymore, come on, let's go." Vesta was reaching her hand out towards him.
This time he was going to accept that offer,
With both this heart and his head.
L held her hand.