Presenting Aetherious Mortem

This is going to be a slow doozy.

Lelouch gave a pitiful smile as he gazed upon his Earth. Yes, the Earth that had given, taken, and tested his fortitude during his entire life had finally reached a semblance of peace. The young amethyst eyed man breathed deeply as he took a walk down his memories in C's world.

Around the man's body was pure emptiness. The feelings of cold or warmth could not be found as the earth slowly rotated below him, while Jupiter looked from above. C's world, Collective Unconsciousness, and the Afterlife; They were all applicable terms for where his was.

Lelouch Lamperouge, or rather Lelouch Vi Britannia, 99th 'Demon' Emperor of Britannia, had been assassinated recently, at least by his own perception of time it was recent. By Suzaku's hand he was slain, pierced just below the heart to maximize the suffering. Lelouch acknowledged the dark assumption in his mind that his dear childhood friend aimed at the point as sweet vengeance for his princess Euphemia's death. Unlike before where the prince would be shocked and tremble in unwilling acceptance, he was no longer the old Lelouch. He was a new one; He which had tasted defeat, loss, and betrayal after betrayal, and merely laughed to his own wretched soul.

"However…" The young man's voice had rang out in C's world and continued, "It was a perfectly acceptable wager." A cruel smile habitually formed for no one but himself to see.

In any old casino match, Lelouch himself would never pay such a price. However, it was something he had no control over, thus he chose it. There was no point in wagering anymore for the outcome of a peaceful world. A world where Nunnally would live happily, and yet Euphemia and Shirley never had the chance to catch a glimpse of such a world.

"All tasks at hand were clear." murmured Lelouch as he came back to. The man was correct, nothing else was left but to set it straight. The world didn't need him, and he didn't need it. Those that were casualties in his conquest in this world.

Swerving his head, his eyes upon both the world and some of the inhabitants within it. He smiled when he saw Nunnally was doing her job well. Her kind hearted nature masked her blood, Royal blood. The blood he and his sister Cornelia shared. She would do fine.

His gaze passed over Ohgi and the rest. Lelouch felt bittersweet about them; The Black Knights he formed had betrayed him with the power of Schneizel's silver tongue. Hmph, of course, the prince never tried to refute them in any way. It was better to have let it be, he consoled himself within his mind.

Toudoh… well, his and Xingke were the more intelligent of the bunch. Despite not informing them, they had figured his plan all on their own. It took them a few months, but by the first anniversary of his death, the two of them had shared a drink by his grave that had been secretly erected at the old Kururugi Shrine. What had truly surprised him was when Tamaki was there as well. He guessed he had underestimated the Minister of Sanitary Duties. He should have promoted the trusting fool before he was gone.

The sight of an anniversary party consisting of the majority of the student council and his loyal knight, Gottwald warmed his heart. Fireworks were set to the side as everyone enjoyed a well cooked dinner on the roof of Ashford Academy. It didn't need mentioned how each person he knew had moved on, happy with the world. In fact he eagerly accepted the blame of the massacre princess onto him when both Suzaku and Cornelia announced it. It was true after all, his geass was to blame for it all.

"Enjoying the fruits of your labor?"

Lelouch's eyes stopped at the form of a young woman in front of him. She was a frail looking thing, with a simple airy white gown. Purple and black hair bellowed in the windless space of C's World. Unlike others, Lelouch knew of her. He met her in fact right after he died. The supervisor of the Collective Unconsciousness she said, and the avatar of his judge.

"True peace, a Utopia was never the goal, but rather a chance, an opportunity to facilitate such peace." Spoke out the violet eyed man, his face set in stone, ready for an announcement before he asked, "My fate has been decided?"

Like before when he had faced his own father; Masks had appeared around him, encompassing all that he could see. These millions of masks were his jury and judge. They had accounted his life in it's entirety, from the days in Aries Villa to his transmission inside Damocles. However unlike before, these masks appeared with forms, bare illusions of the person it represented.

Lelouch grimaced as he backed off when the right and left hand sides of the Dimensional Supervisor were his regrets; Clovis, Euphie and Shirley. In his mind, he screamed at why they smiled in such a way. Did they not fault him for his deeds?

"Lelouch..." Euphie's form had her frowning towards him before Clovis interrupted her, "Brother, you are man to be loved, scorned, and pitied. I'd have loved to capture you in my paintings."

"Clovis"

He continued after he was let to take charge, "Tis only fair that your true first kill would have the honor to speak, brother." His voice was a gust of summer during a snowstorm. It was warm, so much warmer than Lelouch had expected of him.

Clovis chuckled, amused at the face his younger half-brother. Since the prince died back in Shinjuku, his half-brother's road of blood led the revolutionary to smiling less and less. A man for the ends no matter the means. However even for watching Lelouch during life and when he stood alone in C's World, he and the rest never had the chance to speak to the former Emperor. Of course, the only time he and Euphie would have the chance to converse was going to be when Lelouch left for his fate.

"The Zero Requiem was a catalyst to create a better world, you will be rewarded."

All of a sudden a table had appeared in front of him. Hard, beautiful Bocote, lacquered just enough to keep the rare piece safe from being damaged from the elements. It was tall up to his waist; simple yet elegant as the craftsmen focused purely on the material.

"Your sins as dictated by humanity's culture is vast, you will be punished."

The man shot an eyebrow as the table rotted and decayed, scared pieces of the table broke and burned marks appeared all round it, covering every inch with ash. Was this a kind of metaphor?

"And for saving us, Lelouch Vi Britannia will be given his just gift." The Supervisor raised her hand, holding a pair of six-sided die. Crafted from pure marble, how Lelouch knew, he couldn't fathom yet. But he took the dice handed to him.

A mask unveiled a perfect form of Kusakabe, the JLF commander during the hostage situation long when the Black Knights made their debut. He sneered out for all to hear, "If I had my way, you'd be gone, far into your own rendition of a personal hell."

"As much as I want to hate you with all my being, Lelouch, I could not when I watched your plans unraveled before the world to see. Even now; no one truly knows." Joseph Fenette came forward, defending the boy who lead the man's daughter to her very demise. His face contorted into an ugly mix as though he could not figure out if he should be saddened or excited. "We could not deign a suitable or even a half-assed judgement upon you. For once in a thousand millennia, the vote was split even down the middle."

Before anyone else of those he would recognize showed themselves, Lelouch played and tossed the dice around his hand. A smirk naturally formed in front of his jury.

"So you decided for me to what? Roll for it?"

"You have always lived a life next to danger. Seducing luck as if she was your bitch. Pardon me for not recognizing you when we first met. My Prince." The Black King rested his back on the table. Despite it's poor condition, it held strong under the weight. The nobleman had a wide, crazy eyed look to him, a smirk just the same as Lelouch's appeared in his face. "But I thought it be fitting if you were willing to gamble once more."

The former Emperor looked down at his dice. What was wrong with a little fun now that he was no longer needed? He winded his arm, aiming for the table as he spoke out, "Card counting, angle shooting, fake hands, and dice control; I have always been an advantage player Black King. I believe I make my own luck; I have done this in casinos, and I have done this in war. If lady luck exists, she was already mine the moment I won my first match in chess. This will not change. Just as Luck is mine, let us see if Fate will be claimed by me as well."

Upon his throw, the dice bumped and crashed on each and every crevice of the table. No one, not even an expert dice controller could tell what the result would be. As C's World waited with the metaphorical bated breath. The dice had stopped on a two. The snake eyes.

The corner of the supervisor's mouth twitched just a little. All the masks of C's World scowled and the world itself howled across the distance of space. The Black King laughed, kneeling down to steady himself lest he fall, whilst Kusakabe was held back by C's World itself when he had tried to unsheathe an imaginary blade out of thin air.

From within Lelouch's very being, he felt a heavy tug pull on him. Pain overflowed his senses; It was as if Suzaku had stabbed him again all the while succumbing to the dark human brutality of continuing the act, over and over. He stumbled, using the table as a crutch. This wasn't right, Kusakabe was angered. This couldn't have been his punishment.

Before he had the capability to ask, the Supervisor raised both her hands, wisps of energy flowed like ribbons, ending at where the former emperor's heart should be. Lelouch could barely hear as his eyes blurred, words echoing all around him.

"For your judgment; Lelouch Vi Britannia, 99th Emperor of the Imperial Throne, Savior of C's World, Destroyer of the Sword of Akasha, offender of Genocide, Regicide, Patricide, Matricide and founder of Zero." She paused as an orb formed from the ribbons in the Supervisor's hands, chains appeared all around the form of Lelouch, reaching up towards the sky. He shakily raised his head as his eyes glowed a symbol of a crane in flight. He felt blood drip down his mouth. As he wiped it with his hand to inspect it, it was no longer red, but a glowing blue essence.

The forms of all he knew disappeared from his sight. The last he ever saw was Euphemia continuing the judgment with a pitiful smile, "You will be erased from the entity of C's World entirely. Your name, life, and history is to be edited from all of humanity's' consciousness and unconsciousness. You are now exiled from C's World; no longer contained, constrained or claimed by humanity. You no longer exist."

As unexpected as it is. Lelouch is dead. This is post judgement Lelouch. Did you enjoy the monologues?

Chapter 1: 1,936 words

Next Update: 11/25/2017