Code Geass: Forsaken Genesis
Prologue
A boy, at the age of eighteen, fell to his knees. He was a sweaty and bloody mess, but even the acute and scorching agony of the bullet hole in his left arm was incomparable to the emptying sack of uselessness that was his heart. What used to be bursting with youthful determination, principles, pride and passion was rapidly being devoured by the tremendous and crushing hatred and rage. Only anguish, wild ferocity and a lust for vengeance and blood continuously fed the hollowing thing that she used to believe was meant to cherish and protect.
The prince wept in wrathful silence, holding the girl closer and closer to him, drinking in whatever life source that slowly remained of her, frantically stealing the fading warmth away from her once lithe and healthy body. His hands and legs were soaked with the lukewarm liquid that oozed out of the large cavity in the centre of the girl's stomach. Her fingers twitched—it was a surprise that she was still even alive at the moment—perhaps her strong will may have had something to do with that. However, the prince never believed in such things… until now.
The light in the girl's eyes slowly dwindled away, and the boy did not have any such desire to look at them one last time, for he was afraid to watch the lids close over them. She had always wanted to die with closed eyes, and he had no intentions of seeing that happen.
However, the two damp fingers that heavily dragged along his wrist forced him to sneak a small glance.
And there it was… the last real and tender smile he would ever learn to accept. The one he knew would haunt his memories over and over for as long as he lived.
He was better off dead.
Without her, he couldn't live on.
Why hadn't he thought about this before he committed all of the mistakes he did? All the crimes he committed? Sure, he was merely a pawn… but he hurt this girl. He destroyed her smile for more times than he could count. He forced the exultant, naïve glimmer away from her eyes. How could he…?
Just what kind of monster was he?
He ruined all the hopes and wishes of their sacrificed uncle, ruined his mother, everything the world could ever hope for to attain peace. How could he ever believe that everything would have been better if there was only fear overruling every single living being? How could he think that his uncle's sacrifice was fruitless?
If he hadn't… none of this would have happened. The only people he could have possibly loved and lived a blissful life with were gone.
Out of his reach.
It was as simple as that.
This was the result of it all. All of his sins and false philosophies and actions… even his being a dog for a certain man. It was expected of him to take part in the revival of the chain of hatred, and that was what he would do. Hatred, carnage… he would go through all of that for sweet, sweet vengeance.
The man he idolized: Lelouch vi Brittania—his uncle—was someone he now understood.
In a way, the young and childish prince, blessed with a charming sort of naïveté had fulfilled one of his real wishes as a child; he had become the rather different re-creation of the Demon Emperor.