15 November, 1888
It has been sixteen days since the capture of Light Yagami, a.k.a. the London Slayer. Today, he was hung. His last words supported my theory. His last words were: "I am not the first. I am not the last. There will be more."
He wants to be a god in the eyes of killers. If there are more to come, I fear for my successors, Nate River (Near/N) and Mihael Keehl (Mello/M). It doesn't help that Alexander Evermore (A) and Beyond Birthday (B) disappeared many years ago.
Yours in justice,
L Lawliet
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A/N: It was incredibly annoying for me to write in this fashion, thus, I'll not be returning to this style. Sorry for the three people in the audience who liked it.
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Death Note: 1888
FanfictionRead from the journal of Britain's greatest detective, L Lawliet, as he attempts to catch a killer known as the London Slayer, a killer who only murders criminals with some strange power to cause heart attacks. (DISCLAIMER: I do not own Death Note...
