Later that night, as L Lawliet propped himself up in his computer chair, he felt strangely..watched. Watched in my own home, how ridiculous, L thought with a shake of his head, trying to rid himself of the nervousness that had settled into his gut ever since finding the Death Note.
"Are you going to keep ignoring me?" a dark voice asked, and then something straight out of a children's horror story appeared across the room from L.
Gasping, L jolted away, nearly falling out of his chair in surprise. His obsidian eyes went wide with shock as he shouted, "Sh-Shinigami!"
"Oh, calm down," the Shinigami told him, shaking his head as he moved to hover closer to where the detective sat, clinging to his chair like the helpless human he was. Not so helpless now, having a Death Note, though. "I'm not going to kill you, if that's what you're thinking. I'm not going to do anything to you..."
Taking a deep breath, L nodded as he worked to compose himself as quickly as possible. A few things began to fully register to his mind in those moments: One) Shinigami were real, Two) He had the notebook of a Shinigami, and Three) The Shinigami..didn't care? "So, there aren't any repercussions for using the Notebook?" he asked, not quite buying it.
"Humans who use the notebook only suffer from the emotions known to those who carry a Death Note. But make no mistake, a person who uses the notebook can never go to Heaven or Hell," the monstrous looking creature replied, creepy eyes flashing darkly at the detective.
L only nodded at that, for a moment. Slowly, a faint smirk began to appear on his features, "That's alright.. I never was a religious man." A pause before he continued with a curious edge in his voice, "And your name is?"
"You can call me Ryuk."
A nod from L, and then he replied, "And I suppose you already know who I am, don't you?"