Now with Code Geass R3: Lelouch of the Resurrection coming out in February 2019, a lot of fans are revisiting this franchise and I am one of them. Furthermore, I spent quite a bit reading stories archived here under the franchise and noticed the number of OC-centric stories being quite low in contrary to the more popular time travel stories! So here we are, with me and another SI/OC we totally don't need! Anyway, this will be just a prologue, so have whatever fun you can have!
Disclaimer: I do not own Code Geass or any of the characters in it!
Once upon a time, there lived a little girl without a name. She was deemed a heretic simply because of her appearance, something she clearly cannot choose. Her pale locks of hair were bordering the color of the first snow. Her skin tone was so light that she seemed sickly even at third glance. Then there were her unsettling eyes so red like bloody currant. And lastly, a single horn at the left side of her forehead that likened her to a spawn of the demon, a heretic.
The nameless girl was unwanted and unneeded wherever she went. She was cast out of the orphanage and had to fight just to survive another day. The little girl would have died soon after that had she not been so smart. While lacking in the term of education, the girl was by no means stupid. Her growth may be stunted and her body may be malnourished, but she knew what to do and when to do it to survive the cruel life she had been thrown into.
Until one fateful night, where the nameless heretic finally met the witch. Under the bright red light of the blood moon, the witch offered the heretic a contract with content no different from selling one's soul to the devil himself.
One thing led to another, and the witch came to see the heretic as one of her own life and blood. The witch and the heretic settled down far away from the population and led a peaceful life as a single mother of one odd child. But just like everything, that peace did not last as the witch hunt began…
Everything will be fine, the witch lied.
Under the same red light of the blood moon, the witch looked at her dear heretic and broke their contract with a goodnight kiss. The witch was immortal, her child however was not. She weighed their options carefully and did something no sane mother would ever do. The witch cursed the heretic with her vilest curse.
The next morning found the heretic amidst the townspeople with unending tears streaming down her face. Standing there in a tattered cloak, the girl could only stare at the body hanging lifelessly on the gallows. It took every single fiber of her being to hold back her scream. The little heretic gritted her teeth with rage and sorrow as she clutched the front of her dress. It was just over her beating heart, just over the red symbol of the curse inflicted upon her by her mother.
It was a curse she could do nothing but to gladly accept it with tears. This was a plea from her dear mother telling her to live on. The now named heretic had no other choice but to honor the witch's decision to trade her life for hers. She had to, no, she must… and now she was the bearer of this hideous curse.
The curse of eternal life… the Code of Immortality…
