A/N: The first chapter is similar to the other story's, but it will diverge towards the end, and further on in the chapters to come. As to why I did this can be attributed to boredom. Just a few ideas of a different, darker, take on the story with this geass. This is what I wanted the Demon From Shinjuku to be, but I had lacked the creativity at that time. I am still sorely lacking in creativity, and this story will NOT be completed. That is a sad, but very true fact. Honestly I do not have much planned compared to the other story.

There is some hope, since I was initially hesitant to uploading anything due to how little I knew. I had no idea where I wanted to take it or where to "end" it, so I merely typed away mindlessly without so much as a "plot" to pursue. I hit the points I wanted to and then threw in the metaphorical towel, leaving this reboot resting within my computer's memory for a few months. Now I've actually put some thought into a little more of the story, but not enough to really call it a "story" more like a compilation of ideas. I might develop more ideas as I go.

Certain things may or may not happen, the canon will be altered quite a bit compared to my previous story, and Lelouch will have some disagreeable views this time around.

Why write such a long pretext? A warning more than anything. This will NOT be completed. Updates will be more or less random. Thanks to everyone who read the previous story, and I deeply apologize for any inconvenience I may cause. Believe me when I say I know what it's like to dive into a good fic then have it be uncompleted. My goal is to inspire someone to come up with an actual plot which I may read casually, so when this story comes to an abrupt end (similar to the previous one), it is up for grabs for anyone who can expand it beyond my minuscule imagination. Chapters will be smaller this time around, merely because I feel it is easier to read shorter chapters rather than a long single chapter. Sitting for so long can be tedious. Of course this chapter is an exception.


The world around him froze before falling apart leaving him floating through colors and flashes, "You do not wish to die." A voice spoke to Lelouch as visions flashed before him.

"What's happening?" He thought.

"You seem to have a reason to live…what if you had power which allowed you to live?" The voice asked. Lelouch recognized the voice as the girl's.

"I'll make a deal with you…you will fulfill my deepest wish, in return I will give you unimaginable power. The Power of the King. Accept and you will be a human like no other. Yet your life will be vastly different…a different providence, a different time. You will walk among them, but your paths couldn't be further from each other. Your very being will change, so much so that your life will be nothing but isolation. As is the life of a king…isolation…solitude…can you live such a life?"

More visions of a planet, and a bird shaped symbol flashed before his eyes.

As he heard the words around him, he contemplated. He and Nunnally knew isolation, hidden away from the world for so long, yet this isolation gave them such a peaceful, ignorant life. It is in this life they found friends, normalcy, not fear of death or rejection. But it will not last, nothing ever lasts. The question is when will Britannia find them?

His contemplation was over as he thought of Nunnally's safety. This life was paradise, but if nothing changes then everything will fall apart. May the council forgive him, may they forget him.

With new found determination and confidence, his goal decided, he faced forward.

"Yes! I accept the terms of this contract!" Lelouch shouted.

As quick as before, the world unfroze, and Lelouch stood, "Tell me…how should a Britannian who hates his country live his life?" He asked calmly.

"What are you some radical?" The officer stated as he aimed his gun at Lelouch again. He froze when he noticed the change in Lelouch's composure. "What's wrong…can't shoot a simple school boy?" Lelouch mocked which infuriated the officer. "You are a rather confident bastard, anything to stave off death, I guess." The officer stated aggressively.

"Oh…that is where you are mistaken. It is you who will die for the only ones who should kill are those prepared to be killed!" Lelouch exclaimed as a red-bird shaped sigil appeared in his eye. The soldiers stood in fear as purple lighting flashed wildly.

Dark amethyst, nearly black armor appeared on Lelouch's torso stopping under his sternum, then it proceeded to his should and arms, protectively covering every inch when the armor reached his hands where a pair of leather gloves appeared. The armor continued to appear around his feet and legs, forming a set of metallic boots which went up to his thighs. Finally a black cloak emerged from his shoulders and covered his body, its collar stood straight and was lined with gold, giving it a sinister and vampiric look.

The cape seemed to be made of a cloth, yet gave of an almost metallic sheen. It wrapped tightly around him hiding his body underneath. To top off the menacing armor, a spiked helmet appeared around Lelouch's head. As it closed around his head, various purple circuits remained throughout the armor giving it a robotic look.

"What?! What the hell are you?!" The officer shouted as he looked at the armored Lelouch. After a second he regained his senses, "What the hell are you waiting for fire!" He ordered and his men began firing madly. Lelouch stood their indifferently as the bullets hit him and literally bounced off. His cape split on either side into two knife-like strips.

"Die!" Lelouch shouted. The metallic cloth flew toward the armed men who attempted to run from the speeding whips, but failed as they were sliced in various ways by the razor sharp cape. Within a second they were all dead, some lost their limbs, some were halved, and other were decapitated. Overall it was a massacre. Blood had spewed everywhere during the slaughter and some found its way onto Lelouch's helmet.

Lelouch came out of his power induced trance, and he viewed the scene with indifference. Nothing churned within him at the gory sight, and he found a sense of surprise from his almost nonchalant feeling. Given he saw a sample of such gore when his mother died, and during the war, yet that was not enough to make it so unimportant. Now as he stood atop a massacre, he felt…nothing.

"For Nunnally…I will slay a thousand men, without remorse and without mercy." His hand came to his now unmasked face, his eyes peering through the separated fingers, "So quickly I have changed…or maybe it was my will which was so malleable. Maybe, I was waiting for this moment subconsciously. The moment I would actually be given a chance to put my empty words into action. Yes that's it…nothing else in this world matters. Nunnally is my priority…morality and sentiment be damned." He lowered his hand, and turned to face the fallen woman.

"Since that day…I have lived a lie. My name, my life, my personal history, too, a lie. Nothing but lies. I was sick to death of a world that couldn't be changed. But even in my lies, I couldn't give up in despair. Now…now I have power…well then Britannia. Let us see how you fair against my power." Lelouch's impassiveness was a cold calm, but underneath was a scorching fury, being contained by Lelouch's newfound, emotionless restraint. His fist shook from his clench revealing some of his cold wrath.


Villetta Nu was a proud woman, not being born a noble, she worked hard to get to her current position. And she hoped helping stop the terrorists and recapturing the poison gas will put her in a good light with the prince. Already her friend Jeremiah Gottwald was attempting to make her a baroness, and she wouldn't let his efforts go to waste.

She scanned through the smoke, hoping to find the poison gas, but what she found startled her. The royal guard were laying in front of her dead, not of bullet wounds, but of…she didn't know what exactly, but the scene was gruesome. The dismembered bodies of the royal guard lay in a pool of their blood, limbs, and bones.

"Did the Elevens do this?" She thought as she continued scanning. Her view finally came to a form at the end of the room. The being seemed to look over his shoulder, and although it wore an emotionless helmet, the indigo peering mask seemed condescending.

["What happened here!?"], Villetta shouted, her voice resonating through her Sutherland's speakers. The booming voice echoed throughout the crumbling building, momentarily drowning the sounds of death and gunfire outside.

Lelouch considered replying, but felt the need to do so was unwarranted. This seemed to irritate the Sutherland's pilot.

"Who…no what is this thing? Some type of new knightmare?"Villetta's grip of her controls tightened as various thoughts entered her mind, "An experimental prototype, during this conflict…this does not seem coincidental…does Prince Clovis have something to do with this?" With her thoughts in order, Villetta felt the need to question further.

["Are you with the Britannian Army!?"], Villetta fingers hovered over the triggers, ready to fire, should the anomaly make any sudden movements.

Said anomaly faced the opposing Sutherland, "Armed, foot soldiers are one thing, but a Sutherland is another. Will this power handle a Knightmare's caliber? There is only one way to find out."

Lelouch's cape moved slowly, as he readied himself, "No…I am not with the Britannian Army. In fact, I am something Britannia will soon come to fear, and you shall be the first to witness Britannia's end. It is a shame you will not live to express your fear."

With that proclamation Lelouch broke off into a sprint, momentarily jolted as his plated foot went through the crumbling ground, but he quickly regained his footing and used his new found speed to close the distance between himself at the Sutherland.

Villetta launched her Sutherland back in a full reverse, surprised yet ready for the sudden attack. She fired her Sutherland's guns, but they bounced off Lelouch's armor, leaving not even a scratch. She followed by firing off a rocket which was a direct hit, causing the room to be shrouded in a heavy plume of smoke. The sudden vibrations and explosion caused the crumbling warehouse to lose what little support it had left.

Villetta wasted no time in maneuvering out of the falling building, and watched as it became nothing more than a heap of concrete and metal beams, her newfound enemy buried underneath a ton of rubble.

Villetta used the Sutherland's scanner to peer through the smoke, and found no signs of movement. Although she felt pride swell within her, she could not bask in the self-praise for she knew something was amiss.

"I must alert Lord Jeremiah of this newcomer." Villetta decided, and went to speak, but stopped. For she would broadcasting her findings to the entire Britannian army. Believing this to be an opportunity for her and Jeremiah to gain favor from the crown, she went to connect a private channel directly to him. Her finger was no more than an inch away from initiating the private comm channel, but she froze following the sound of static and grinding metal. She noticed how her vision was flooded with sparks and flashes which were not present within her cockpit mere seconds prior. Then came the gurgling which seemed to bring her back to reality as her eyes grew blurry.

Then after what felt like several minutes, but was actually a mere ten seconds, the pain made itself known. It was unlike any pain she felt before, and she went to shriek in agony, but the blood which pooled out of her mouth muffled any signs of her suffering. She coughed twice which only added to the pain, and spewed blood all over her controls and console.

Even through the pain and dimming vision, she could see the cause of her waning body. It was slim, only slightly thicker than a necktie, but she could feel its steel, cold durability. A jet black sliver of metal coming through the front of her cockpit, destroying the piloting mechanisms in the process, and cleanly impaling her stomach area. She thought it metal yet as it moved out of her abdomen, causing an even greater amount of blood to spill out of her, and out the slit which disrupted her various monitors and controls, she noted its flaccid movement. Such a strange material would normally catch her attention due its potential militaristic uses, but her mind was clouded by impending death.

Wanting to look away from her own blood, she lay her head back in her seat, allowing her body to slightly relax as it grew numb. Through her blurring vision, she caught sight of one monitor which had yet to malfunction, and saw what killed her.

The armor-clad humanoid stood atop the rubble, rather marred by dirt and soot, but otherwise unharmed. The angle was slightly off, giving her an obscured view of her murderer, but she could clearly see where that sliver of metal originated from. The warrior's cape seemed to extend and reform as her killer stood tall on the rubble, as if observing their handiwork.

No thought of vengeance or regret entered Villetta's mind, since she knew such emotions would only make her death worse and empty. So she allowed herself to reminisce of her time at the academy, with her allies, at her home, and of her family. It was then she realized her life was "flashing" before her, yet she remained calm, and allowed the coldness to embrace her.

With a nostalgic and passive look, Villetta Nu died. Not a second later her cockpit darkened, signaling the shutdown of her Sutherland due to extensive damage.

Lelouch saw the knightmare shutdown and walked up to it. Waiting a few seconds for any sign of movement, before he left the area, his resolve stronger than ever.

Jeremiah Gottwald sat back, growing tired of his hunt. He along with other members of his Purist faction, were chasing an Eleven who managed to steal a relic known as a Glasgow. They chased it through the ruined city, distancing themselves from the rest of the massacre, but they found it fun at first. After all, gunning down unarmed Elevens loses its appeal, thus when this Glasgow came into play with a tolerable pilot, it was like open season. Yet now after chasing it and disarming it (literally), they were merely prolonging a predetermined hunt.

During said hunt, Jeremiah caught eye of an oddity in the IFF display, well not so much an oddity, more like a strange occurrence. It was rather quick so he might have imagined it, but he swore a Sutherland's IFF signal disappeared. It was in the Shinjuku Redevelopment Area Block 5, somewhere which was already cleared by the royal guard, that is what he was told anyway.

He thought of investigating, but decided to send someone else, "Villetta, I want you to go to Block 5 of the Redevelopment Area." He announced over the live channel. Villetta split from his group a while back, going to retrieve the stolen gas. Yet now that he thought of it, he hadn't heard from her in some time.

"Villetta respond..." He waited for a reply, but nothing came. Thinking as to why she would not respond, he believed it to be a faulty communications area on her Sutherland, but deep down other idea swirled, so he took no chances.

"Soresi, head to Redevelopment Area Block 5, and investigate it." He ordered.

Kewell Soresi, a fellow Purist heard the command and grew curious, "There is nothing in that area. Most of the terrorists are on the opposite side." He argued.

"Just listen to me, and go investigate. Besides this hunt with the Glasgow is going nowhere, I'll finish them off while you go to Block 5." Jeremiah responded.

"Trying to steal all the glory? Have you no shame." Kewell accused.

"Enough with this childish banter, have you forgotten that I lead the Purist faction here in Area 11?" Met with silence Jeremiah continued, "Good, now follow orders and go to Block 5."

Kewell responded with a heated yes, but otherwise left without hassle. Jeremiah saw the Sutherland leave and refocused on his Glasgow hunt. He led four other members of the Purist faction who awaited his order.

"Lord Jeremiah, the Glasgow entered an abandoned skyscraper, should we pursue?" One of his subordinates asked.

"Yes proceed, and exterminate. I'm done with this hunt." Jeremiah answered which received a "Yes, my lord" from the four others before they sped off into the fallen building.

It seems his fun will soon be over.


Kallen Kōzuki sat within the hunted Glasgow, sweating profusely as she momentarily rested before the hunt begun again. She knew this operation was a long shot, and with such an outdated knightmare, it was hopeful dreaming when it game to fighting the advanced Sutherland. She knew this would be the day she died, no matter how hard she ignored the nagging feeling, or how much she reassured herself.

This is merely the price to pay for freedom, or at least an attempt at the long forgotten concept. Maybe there was some hope, if she escaped before they found her, she could to her false life as heir to a noble family, no matter how much she despises being the frail heir she pretends to be. If only her friends were as lucky.

As if reading her thoughts, her radio sounded, signaling Ohgi's communication with her.

"Ohgi, where are you?! This mission is a failure, we have to regroup and get the hell out of Shinjuku!" She shouted, and waited for a response.

"Your right...but it won't be easy." Ohgi's voice sounded tired and strained, firing off alarms in Kallen's head.

"Ohgi are you alright? What happened?" Kallen asked

"A knightmare surprised us, it hit us...hard. We lost Tamaki, Minami, and Yoshida." Ohgi's somber tone was not lost on Kallen who froze as she heard his words. She readied herself for this, especially after Naoto's death, but having it happen is completely different.

"What about Inoue and Sugiyama?" She asked.

"Inoue is helping me with walk since my leg is fractured, and Sugiyama is fighting to stay awake due to the blood he's losing from his mutilated arm. We are in an old department store building, and its only a matter of time before they find us." Ohgi stated.

"Tell me your location! I'll head over there now! I managed to lose them by sneaking into the subway, so I'll easily get to you." Kallen informed as she readied her Glasgow to move.

"No, Kallen. You have to get out of Shinjuku." Ohgi replied.

"We all do, so hurry and tell me where you are, so we can get the hell out of here!" Kallen answered. Her mind ignoring what Ohgi implied.

"Listen Kallen, its over. We lost, there is no way to save us. The Britannians are right behind us, and they are not done looking for you either, so the moment they spot you then we all die. Use the Glasgow's remaining power to esc-"

"No! I won't leave you to die here!" Kallen refused.

"Stop being a child and open your eyes! This mission was risky to start with, and we all knew if we didn't get the poison gas then it's over. Nagata, Tamaki, Minami, Yoshida, and Naoto all died for this cause, and they went in knowing that was a possibility. Now I am using the last moments I have to do at least one good thing as your leader, and that is ordering you to get the hell out of Shinjuku!" Ohgi rarely got mad, so his sudden outburst truly caught Kallen off guard, but that didn't stop her from retorting.

With whitening knuckles she fought back angry tears, "Your telling me to run away like some coward! To give in, to bow my head, to listen to their every whim like some dog! If I did then I would be no better than how Britannia sees us! Nothing but filth to be exploited until our usefulness runs out, and you want me to live like that!"

"You won't live like that, you have a life outside your Japanese heritage. You have a mansion waiting for you back in the settlement, a life you can actually return to. We don't. This entire resistance is our lives, so dying for it is included. Leave Kallen, don't do it for us, but for Naoto. You know he wouldn't want you dying here like the dog Britannia thinks you are. Go home. Who knows? Maybe the JLF might pull another miracle led by Tohdoh. Maybe then you can join the fight again, but until then promise us, no promise Naoto that you won't go see him so soon." Ohgi finished his lecture.

Kallen remained quiet, her mind going through any possible way to save her remaining friends, but she could not think of an outcome where they all came out alive. Her hands trembling as their hold on the dual joysticks reached her maximum strength.

"Fuck...why can't I do anything!" She verbally displayed her frustrations.

An explosion rang off above the subway, signaling her pursuers making their move. Pieces of the ceiling above her fell around her, acting as a sort of invisible clock. Everything suddenly became so real, and she suddenly felt claustrophobic within the small confines of the cockpit. She felt as thought the Britannians were mere seconds from finding her, so she did what her natural instincts told her. She ran.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit! I'm sorry Ohgi, Inoue, Sugiyama. I'm sorry I'm not strong enough! I promise I'll live to avenge you! I'll live to see Japan and its people free again!" Kallen shouted as she drove the Glasgow through the deteriorating subway tunnels.

Ohgi, Sugiyama, and Inoue smiled as they heard Kallen's final response. The three sat against a wall, waiting for the Sutherlands to find them and end their lives. Ohgi dropped the radio, and leaned his head back.

"Well guys...this is it." Ohgi said quietly.

"Yeah...it is." Inoue added.

"Wish I had one final bottle of sake with me right now. Die with a drink in me." Sugiyama commented.

They could feel the ground rumbling due to the Knightmares nearing their position.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be the leader Naoto was, but I will say I can't think of anyone else I rather die alongside with." Ohgi told his remaining companions.

"I can..." Sugiyama replied cheekily gaining a smack to the head from Inoue.

"Joking…I was joking." Sugiyama said.

Just then a Sutherland bust through the wall opposite them, its headlights blaring due to the darkness of the ruined building.

[Die you dirty Elevens!] Its pilot shouted before firing the Sutherland's rifle. It was an instant death, no time to feel pain.

"Here we come Naoto." Was Ohgi Kaname's final thought before he died followed by Inoue Naomi and Kent Sugiyama.


Lelouch stood on a fallen skyscraper, using it as a vantage point to get a view of the battle below. Smoke came from various points, and even from here he could smell the blood coming from the Ghetto's inhabitants. Various Eleven bodies lay mutilated in the streets, a massacre would be too light a term.

He hoped he would see the command center from here, but it was still far away to see. He had no idea where it was located, and in which direction to go. The slaughter would not last much longer, so he did not have much time before all the forces returned to the command center, and left Shinjuku. He still was not sure how strong his armor was, or how much hits it can take before it gives in. Given he had a ton of rubble dropped on him, and he felt nothing is a start, but that didn't cover having dozens of Sutherlands unloading their guns on him.

The knowledge he gained so far involved the armor's increased speed, agility, strength, and weaponry. His speed was equal if not greater than a Sutherland's from what he could measure, his agility was probably enough to dodge Knightmare harkens with ease, and his strength allowed him to lift himself out of a ton of concrete and metal with ease. The armor also seemed to absorb any impacts as he felt no pain from the rocket or rubble.

Those abilities were merely defensive, and his offense involved his elegant cape. It was almost alive when moving, as it listened to his every thought. If he willed it, then it would move, and it took no effort to do so. They could cut through Sutherland armor with ease, so any material should more or less be paper to him.

With this in his menagerie, he felt he could take a few Sutherlands without worry, but an army? There had to be a limit. There always was. Yet with something as abnormal as this power...would there be a limit? He believed there to be a limit because that is what he knew. His foremost view of the world revolves around logic and reasoning, but all that was rendered null due to this super power given to him, by some unknown woman.

"Britannia is a great evil, and I am determined to destroy it even if it means becoming a greater evil. In order to truly become a greater evil, I must accept the oddity that has befell me. I must throw logic out the window, and focus on observation. I must accept this demonic power as it will create a peaceful world for Nunnally." Lelouch knew he needed to get to G-1 before all forces returned. Truthfully all he needed to do is kill Clovis, and the battle is over.

He waited for his chance, and saw it in the form of a lone Knightmare. Waiting for just the right moment, he jumped off his vantage point. He timed it perfectly and landed directly atop the cockpit, which created a huge dent.

Lelouch shoved his arm through the metal roof, and pulled it apart. Inside the pilot shook himself from his coming concussion, and looked up to see Lelouch horrific appearance. The pilot had no chance to scream or defend himself before Lelouch pulled him out of the cockpit. He held the man by his neck, closing his hand more and more until he heard a snap. With the pilot's windpipe collapsed, Lelouch threw the limp body aside, and jumped into the cockpit. The screen flared red, with warning of extensive damage to the cockpit, but he ignored them and pulled up the IFF display. G-1 was clear as day.

"Situated further east, nearest to the Tokyo Concession. I knew him to be spineless, but to remain by the exit of the Ghetto, even during this one-sided massacre. No wonder this Area is littered with crime and corruption, its Viceroy is an incompetent coward." He thought bitterly before exiting the dismantled cockpit, and looking towards the direction of G-1.

He could still hear the gunfire in the distance, meaning the purge was not finished, so he quickly jumped off the Sutherland and ran towards G-1.


Suzaku opened his eyes, momentarily blinded by the unexpected light. When his eyes adjusted he was met with the smiling face of a bespectacled, glaucous haired man.

"Seems you managed to slip through death's fingers, eh, Private?" The man said

Suzaku lay perplexed by his words, before the recent memories caught up with him. He stood up, rather violently, causing a stinging to erupt from his abdomen. He winced at the pain, but ignored it in favor of his sense of urgency, "Where are the others?" He asked quickly.

The man's smile faded, and he became confused, "Others?"

"In the tunnel...there were two others. Civilians, a boy and girl. The girl...she came from the poison gas, I mean its container." Suzaku's sudden flurry of words, merely caused more confusion.

"Maybe you hurt your head when you were shot. You should lay down."

Suzaku stopped and realized he probably sound delirious, so he did as suggested, and laid down, "Sorry sir, but I am not sure what is going on. Am I still in the Shinjuku Ghetto?"

"Yes. You're in a health transport near G-1." Another person answered.

It was a woman with purple hair and a kind smile.

Suzaku nodded, "Thank you, but what of the poison gas? I was meant to retrieve it, but clearly I didn't. Honestly I'm surprised they wasted effort on an Honorary Britannian."

The man's smile grew once again, "You can thank us for that." He stated while motioning to himself at the woman, "We pulled a few strings to have you transferred to our division. I am Lloyd Asplund, and this is my assistant Cecile Croomy, and from here on you are our guinea pig." Lloyd finished with a grand flourish.

Suzaku simply stared in utter confusion.


Lelouch could see G-1 in the distance, and several meters in front of it was a line of Sutherlands and grunts. Nearest to the command center were Sutherlands wielding giant lances, as tradition for Royal Guards.

There were four Sutherlands in the line, with a dozen grunts. From his distance he could make four guards nearest to G-1, with two guarding each side. A total of eight Sutherlands all together. Not to mention any within G-1 itself. It could carry up to ten if needed. Then came the various tanks which guarded the east and west sides of G-1. How many there were he could not tell, but it was at least 20 from what he'd seen.

Though he was sure these tanks were merely anti-personnel, not anti-knightmare, so dealing with them should be simple. Then came the actual fortress itself. G-1 was armed with two CWIS, and a single artillery cannon underneath the main command deck. That is where Clovis and the other generals were located. That is where he needed to strike hardest.

He walked out onto the road which led directly to it, able to see his enemies in the distance. He then broke out into a full sprint, hoping to catch his enemy off guard.

Meanwhile at the defense line of Knightmares and grunts. The foot soldiers were growing restless. This operation was really boring, especially for them since no one would dare attack the command center.

"Can we just get out of this trash heap. I don't get what is taking the knights so long to wipe out the Elevens." One soldier complained to another.

"They are probably having fun, chasing them down. Sure as hell beats being stuck here with nothing to do." Another soldier grumbled in response.

They both faced forward, continuing their uneventful duties. Then something in the distance caught their eye. It was a tiny, black mass which seemed to do be growing bigger.

"Hey, what's that?"

"I don't know...a Sutherland."

"Nah, its too small. Maybe its an Eleven, coming to ask for mercy."

"Its moving to fast to be a person."

Then it was close enough for them to distinguish it, and they instantly pointed their rifles.

"What the hell is that!"

"Who cares, just open fire!"

As they finally started firing, they were already too late. The anomaly reached the line, and crashed into one of the soldiers, effectively burying said Britannian's head into the ground. Lelouch stood on top of the dead soldier, ignoring the barrage of bullets which bounced off his armor.

He commanded his cape to shoot out in both directions. The cape split into four sharp strips which slipped through the soldiers without hesitation, spewing gore into the air. Lelouch swung his cape around in a circular wave, eliminated any standing soldiers nearby, and cutting through any Sutherland spinners which remained within his reach.

The cape then became one again as he continued his sprint to G-1 leaving a destroyed defense line behind him.

Inside the command deck, Clovis and his confidants, watched the entire scene in shock and horror.

"What...what is that thing!"

"Quickly order all troops to form a defensive line. Order the retreat of every Sutherland, tell them G-1 is under attack!"

Clovis stared at the giant screen which focused on the armored figure. Watching as several Sutherlands, lances ready, were cut down easily.

"Could this be...C.C.'s work?" He thought grimly.

Lelouch jumped out of the way of four lances, as they all crashed into the ground. His leap positioned him above all four Sutherlands, giving him a perfect opening to attack. His cape came to life instantly, reading the thought he had yet to think, and sped down to stab through the Sutherlands' cockpits. The pilots inside were met with a fate similar to Villetta's.

His victory over the Sutherlands was short lived as he was suddenly shot out of the sky, and sent pummeling into the ground. He skid for a few feet before stopping. A trail of uplifted concrete showing where he crashed.

Lelouch stood, unhurt, "Although I didn't feel any pain, the impact still launched me with its momentum. Basic physics still apply to this supernatural ability."

With a flip of his cape, he cleared the dust, giving him a view of G-1, and the tanks surrounding him.

Back in the command deck, everyone watched the figure stand, and face the thirty tanks without worry.

"It took an armor-piercing round at near point-blank, and still it stands. What the hell is this thing!" General Bartley shouted in disbelief.

Clovis shared the same thought, and found himself growing worried. Fear also started to creep itself inside him, causing him to use his last resort.

"Order all tanks to fire at the enemy! Do not hesitate for a second! We must stall him as long as possible!" Clovis ordered gaining the attention of all the officers.

"But sir," Bartley started, "The tanks will eventually run out of rounds...if they are not destroyed by then that is."

"I know that Bartley, that is why I ordered you to stall him. Call Asplund! Quickly!" Clovis shouted.

Everyone stared at him frozen which only caused Clovis to grow angrier, "Move you useless trash! Or are you all disobeying my orders!?"

That caused everyone in the command center to unfreeze and proceed with orders. A second later the connection with Lloyd Asplund was made.

"Lloyd! It's Viceroy Clovis!" Cecile shouted to her partner who walked over with a smile.

"Hello, Viceroy! How may I be of service to you?" Lloyd said cheekily.

Clovis merely glared, "Your toy Asplund, its stronger than Sutherlands correct."

Lloyd's smile never faltered, "They are not even on the same spectrum, Viceroy."

Clovis' screen shrunk as another video began playing. The video of Lelouch's initial attack, when he wiped out half the Sutherlands.

"Then can it go up against something which treats Sutherlands like paper."

Cecile and Lloyd watched the recording with steel like stares. Lloyd's smile disappeared, and he wore a face of pure seriousness.

"And when was this recorded?" Lloyd asked.

Clovis fought back a smile, knowing he caught the scientists' attention, "Mere minutes ago. In fact, this...thing is still in front of G-1. We are stalling him momentarily with constant tank fire, but he's already managed to destroy ten, and will likely destroy the rest soon."

Lloyd nodded before his smile returned, "Then does this mean we have a green light?"

"You can have a damn lighthouse if you want, just stop this thing." Clovis replied.

Lloyd's smile grew wider, "We'll deploy at once, Viceroy. Just keep stalling that cyborg and the Lancelot will have a field day."

Clovis nodded and the communication ended. Cecile looked to Lloyd, and saw the man bearing a serious face once again.

"Things have gotten a lot more interesting. Alright everyone, the Viceroy gave us the green light, get the Lancelot's systems up and ready. I want data analysis, recordings, and feedback. Someone go wake Private Kururugi, and get him into the battle suit quickly...and give him a manual to read." Lloyd ordered before sitting in his own station, clicking away to ready the Lancelot.

"Do you really think its a cyborg?" Cecile asked skeptically as she took a seat next to his.

"Or something of the like. Honestly it reminds me of that hypothesis my old assistant, Mariel, once proposed. It was rather outlandish idea, using a miniature version of a knightmare core to power a bionic suit of armor. The designs she came up with were rudimentary at best, and even she knew they would never work, since any movement produces by such powerful machinery would break every bone in the wearer's body, yet watching this footage, I can't help but think she managed to create a prototype." Lloyd's eyes never left his screen, and his fingers moved masterfully.

"Even if she managed to get some sort of working model, such strain would destroy the subject. The only way it is feasible is the subject amputating their limbs, and replacing them with prosthesis. Even then to create a core powerful enough would be difficult, and controlling it more so." Cecile reasoned as she too clicked away at her keyboard.

Lloyd gave her a sideways glance, "Clearly you've read more of her paper than you let on, but you're right, connecting the prosthesis to the core would be difficult, and would destroy the subject whether it be external or internal strain. Thus, the only thing left would be connecting each prosthesis to the most powerful and vulnerable part of the body."

Cecile pondered for a moment before realization hit her, "The brain. A neurological link, an impossible yet reasonable solution. By controlling the neurological signals within the brain, the body's limitation can be overwritten, any pain can be made null, the wearer's physical capabilities can be increased ten fold. Yet there is still a variable which can make the bionic armor fail. If it was to connect neurologically then the subject will still need to be in top condition. Physically to go through such extensive surgery, and mentally to properly connect with an experimental bionic suit without going insane."

"There are seven billion people on Earth, finding such a pilot would only take time." Lloyd finished just as Suzaku's face came up on his screen.

"Sir, I am ready inside the Lancelot." Suzaku informed.

"Very well, Private. Did you get a glimpse at the manual?" Lloyd asked.

Suzaku grew unsure, "Well, it was a glimpse, and I caught the basics, but I don't think I am qualified to pilot this."

"Nonsense, your knightmare skills outshine most of the Britannian military!" Lloyd reassured with a wide grin.

Suzaku merely stared at the man's smiling face, "But...I've never driven a knightmare frame before. It is against rules for Honorary Britannians to do so."

"Yet you have one of the highest simulation scores ever recorded." Lloyd commented with a knowing smile.

"Pardon my assumptions sir, but shouldn't you focus on a pilots actual experience rather than simulation scores?" Suzaku questioned.

"Oh don't worry, this is your experience! Be proud Private, you are the first person in the world to pilot a seventh generation Knightmare." Lloyd's smile could only grow.

Suzaku suddenly got a bad feeling.


Lelouch buried his feet into the ground, trying his best to maintain his stature. The tank's barrage had yet to stop, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not gain any ground. The moment he stepped toward G-1 a tank would fire one of its rounds. He could dodge, one or two or three if he was quick enough, but eventually he was hit by the giant caliber bullets which would then escalate to him fumbling around, trying to see through the dust and explosions. Not to mention the G-1 cannon began firing.

He dodged a tank round, and quickly disposed of the armored vehicle with his cape, before another round rammed into him. He landed on his feet just in time to slice through a cannon bullet which split and crashed behind him. Bringing his cape to life, he cut through the oncoming bullets being simultaneously fired. The cape split into four strips, and moved as if automatic. The pieces moved around him in a vortex-like manner. Various explosions rang around him as he disrupted the bullets' trajectory with his deadly cloak.

In doing so he gave himself an opening to cut down a few tanks which lessened the bombardment. Yet it did not end it, and he was again halted by constant explosions. He felt the sound of knightmares arriving behind him, and they too fired all they had.

"Enough of this!" Lelouch shouted over the gunfire as he jumped into the air. Another bullet forced him forward. He landed passed the reinforcements, putting a line of Sutherlands before him and the tanks.

The tanks stopped firing due to fear of hitting their own. Lelouch used this moment of hesitation to dodge the Sutherland's bullets and rockets. The Sutherlands maneuvered themselves to follow his movements, but maintained a strong defense between him and G-1. Again he extended his cape to impale the Knightmare cockpits and kill the pilots inside. He managed to take down two, but failed with the others which maintained their distance. Lelouch continued to stab through Knightmares with his cape, cutting through land spinners, tonfas, and rifles before ending it by cutting through cockpits and killing the pilots.

The Sutherland reinforcements quickly dwindled leaving the tanks to continue firing albeit hesitantly. Seeing the tanks' hesitation, Lelouch jumped high into the air, and propelled himself off a Sutherland to be above the line of tanks. He spun rapidly in the air to evade incoming projectiles before bringing down all four of his cape strips, utterly crushing the tanks directly below him. A grand explosion erupted from the attack, throwing up a plume of smoke.

He landed within the carnage, dissipating the smoke with a swish of his cape, and was forced back by another round hitting him at point blank, but he didn't go far because he smashed into another tank. He was momentarily embedded within the tank's side, and he looked up to see the others aiming directly at him. Another barrage proceeded.

The first few bullets to hit him, buried him further into the already disabled tank until it caved in and exploded.

Within G-1 the Clovis and his various confidants watched with bated breaths. Lucky for them the tanks and reinforcements managed to push him back a few meters away from G-1.

The smoke on the battlefield cleared, but their enemy remained standing as if taking constant canon firer was nothing.

"Sir...the tanks are running out of armament! The Sutherlands are scattered, and I doubt the G-1 has enough fire power to constantly hold back that monster!" General Bartley shouted, not even trying to hide his fear.

Clovis scowled before a screen appeared upon his glass display, "Asplund what is taking so long! You said you'd send in your toy as soon as possible!"

Lloyd merely smiled which infuriated Clovis, "And it will...you cannot rush perfection, Viceroy. Though you are in luck, it seems perfection is ready. The Lancelot shall launch now."


Lelouch disposed of the remaining tanks, the less "damage" he took the more damage he caused. Cutting through the tanks was nothing short of simple once they dwindled to nothing.

Then he heard a familiar sound. That of a Knightmare speeding toward him, but he was sure he eliminated the Sutherlands. He looked around and saw nothing, but the sound of land spinners was still heard. Perhaps it launched from behind G-1, but then it would not take this long to make itself known. Perhaps it was stationed further out, and was just now getting here.

Then what he assumed was a Sutherland appeared, and it was his turn to grow shocked, "That's no Sutherland!" He internally screamed.

As the new Knightmare sped towards him, he jumped into the air in an attempt to dodge it, but this was no Sutherland, and its pilot was no normal pilot. The white Knightmare saw through Lelouch's evasion, and impossibly jumped through the air to strike.

Lelouch was met with a giant metallic fist to the face (quite literally), which sent him flying through the air. He only came to a halt after smashing through three concrete walls.

The Lancelot landed elegantly in front of the G-1, where Lelouch battled the tanks. It almost struck a pose as it landed, giving off a sense of superiority.

"Take that you bionic prototype!" Lloyd shouted joyfully.

"We don't exactly know if it is a bionic suit of armor." Cecile added.

"Oh come on, what else could it be?" Lloyd stated.

"Then there is someone who managed to replicate Mariel's hypothetical, bionic armor which only she knew of, and with such perfection?" Cecile tested his reasoning.

"Do not forget my dear assistant, as much as I hate to admit, there is such a person out there. Rakshata is still somewhere in the Middle East, probably the Militarized Zone of India since she'd have the most funding there. They are at war with Britannia, so I don't doubt they want someone of her caliber to invent to things for them. Yet the true question is, what is one of hers doing here in Area 11? In this ghetto no less. I swear, sometimes I feel she does the impossible to spite me. Finding where I'd be, simply to show off her new invention. This is just like back in the academy." Although reminiscent, Lloyd continued to scowl at the memories of his greatest rival.

"You can curse her name later. Now we must help in directing Private Suzaku." Cecile refocused on the task at hand.

"I'm not sure he needs our direction. The boy is a natural with an unimaginable sync rate. All we need do is point, and he'll go."

Lelouch pushed the rubble off himself, viewing his surroundings. He was in some building which somehow managed to stay up. It was hardly anything but rubble, and bent metal rods. He looked out the hole he created, looking over to the building adjacent to this one. Seeing another crumbled building which he busted through.

Another second of calm before the building in front of him exploded into various pieces of dismantled concrete. The white knightmare hit him head on, sending them both through the unstable floor.

Lelouch could feel himself falling, but he could not see anything due to the rubble, and 7 tonne knightmare planting its foot on top of his frame. They finally hit the ground, and they hit it hard. Lelouch was deeply embedded into the ground, unable to move, he tried to push the foot off of him, but it was far too heavy. So he thought of the next best thing, he brought his cape to life and shot out all four strips to his sides.

Then brought them around to stab through the knightmare's leg which pressed him down.

Red light flared inside the control center, causing all the Lancelot's observers to go into a frenzy.

"What is that damn cape made of!" Lloyd shouted angrily.

"Sir, extensive damage done the right leg, but propulsion system is active." Cecile informed.

"Quickly, tell Private Kururugi to put some distance between the two!"

Suzaku received the order, and the Lancelot jumped into the, leaving Lelouch to lift himself up. Suzaku did not hesitate to send one of the Lancelot wrist mounted harkens to further impair Lelouch. Said armored figure saw the incoming harken, and swatted it away, but missed to see the second so was forcefully pushed to the ground with the projectile. This time the ground caved in further, and send him into the underground subway tracts.

Again Lelouch found himself pushing concrete off himself, this time with an addition of rusty pipes and old wires. He looked up through the gaping hole which shined some light into the dark tunnel.

"That machine is unstoppable...no its far too quick for me too attack. I must get to G-1 without that thing seeing me." Lelouch spoke his thoughts, as he observed his surroundings.

"The subway...of course. If I use this, I'll have a direct route to G-1." He fortified his plan as he looked down the dark subway tunnel, then up to the floor in the ceiling. He took off in a sprint down the tunnel, before sending his cape to destroy the roof above him. In doing so he trapped himself inside the tunnel, and continued running without a second thought.

"I have lost visual." Suzaku said. He watched as what remained of the building fell down on itself, creating a plume of dust.

"What do you mean?!" Clovis responded.

"Well, Sir, after my attack he vanished. He has yet to appear again." Suzaku reported.

"That doesn't mean he vanished into thin air. Clearly he's hiding in the rubble. Quickly flush him out, and eliminate him!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Suzaku responded.

He sent the Lancelot's harkens into the rubble destroying some, and clearing an area. He readied himself for any attack as he went through the rubble, destroying some, and removing other pieces. He then found himself staring at a crumbled floor, with a clear hole in the ground. It was filled with debris. Suzaku stared at it curiously before he realized what it was.

"Sir, the subway system! I think it managed to sneak into the subway!" Suzaku quickly reported.

Clovis sat on his throne, listening to Suzaku's reports, "Of course, the old subway line runs throughout Shinjuku. He's trying to get to mean through that line. Orders are the same, flush him out by closing off those tunnels. Use that knightmare to destroy the roads, and bury him!"

Suzaku did as he was told, and fired the Lancelot's harkens into the ground. The weak and debilitated roads fell apart easily as he punctured them with his harkens.

Meanwhile Lelouch stopped as he felt the vibrations of the oncoming destruction. He looked down the way he came from, and saw the roof collapsing, "This knightmare is truly a nightmare."

He continued running and amazing speeds, but he could see the roof in front of him falling apart. It seemed the white Knightmare matched his own speed. As the road above crumbled, he caught a glimpse of the Knightmare, flipping through the air with impossible agility.

"This new Knightmare must not hinder my plans any longer. It must disappear!" Lelouch thought angrily as he reached out with his opened palm. He sent his cape upward in an attempt harm the white knightmare, but he was stopped by the falling concrete.

Before he was buried, he caught sight of something shining at the end of his palm. An answer to his call. An answer to his plea. After all geass is like a wish.

The Lancelot landed effortlessly at the edge of the destroyed road. It stood there waiting of any sign of movement. Using the dual factsphere sensors, Suzaku scanned the ruins. Finding nothing, but dust and concrete. Suzaku decided to ask for his next orders, but a shrieking warning stopped him.

Back at the Lancelot's control center, all scientists were in a frenzy, "How...how is this possible?! The core...its destabilizing...no its overloading!" Cecile shouted as her fingers moved across her keyboard in an attempt to stabilize the now overreacting Lancelot core.

"Destabilizing? Overloading?! That's impossible! The Lancelot's core is one of the most self-efficient energy sources in the world! Not to mention it could run for days, and be completely fine!" Lloyd shouted in disbelief.

"It just suddenly began working at 20x the usual rate. Its as if the Lancelot was working at 300% power! At this rate the core will burn out!" Cecile continued her attempt in fixing the core, but again she was met with more red lights and warnings. One such warning caught her eyes, and she stared at her screen in horror, momentarily frozen.

"No...that's…," Cecile's shock quickly faded as she realized what was truly happening, "The Sakuradite within the core...it's nearly liquefying."

"How can that be? The Sakuradite used to power every knightmare is refined so it won't liquefy! No matter the knightmare's usage, under normal means such as this Sakuradite cannot just suddenly liquefy! For that to happen, the core would have to be spinning at rates equal to if not faster than terminal velocity." Lloyd stated stupefied.

"The Yggdrasil Drive seems to be doing just that… its spinning the Core Luminous at speeds which are approaching terminal velocity. If that were to happen..."

"The liquid Sakuradite would ignite due to the Energy Filler's recharge. Since the core is overexerting it self, it will eventually shut down due to strain. When that happens the core's energy levels will be at zero, thus the energy filler will spark it back to life. Even such a small spark of electricity will be enough to detonate the liquid Sakuradite. Private Kururugi, you have to get out of the Lancelot! Now!" Lloyd shouted to his pilot.

Suzaku heard the entire conversation, and was well on his way to open his cockpit and get out. He quickly jumped out of his seat, and landed on the firm road below, and without another thought he ran.

Time slowed as he ran, and due to human curiosity he glanced back at the overheating knightmare. His eyes widened as he looked passed the Lancelot and saw the armored figure standing with its hand extended. In front of its opened palm hovered a projection. The symbol reminded Suzaku of a bird, and in between the "wings" were the letters D.O.M.. Underneath the three letters were words too small for Suzaku to read, but he didn't have the time to focus on them as the Lancelot's Core Luminous liquefied, which shut down the Yggdrasil Drive, thus activating the Energy Filler to "jump" it back to life, similar to how a car jumps another. It was an instant, less than a second, but Suzaku knew he was doomed.

The spark arrived at the core, and ignited the now liquid Sakuradite which made it erupt in a fierce explosion which shook the very city. As if a hurricane was released in the middle of Shinjuku, the building around the explosion's epicenter crumbled to nothing due to the sheer shock wave. For over a mile radius, windows were shattered, and dust uplifted.

Clovis and his officers saw the explosion, nearly a mile away, and were blown to the ground as the window shattered from the force. Everyone in the G-1 command deck hit the ground to brace from the trembling force.

Inside the Lancelot's command center, Lloyd and Cecile were thrown back by the sudden which shook their little caravan. They hit the metal wall behind them, and then fell to the floor.

"This is lunacy!" Lloyd shouted through the wailing winds.

Back in the Tokyo Concession, Shirley Fenette just finished swim practice, and was changing back into her uniform when she noticed various girls running outside in an excited frenzy. She finished changing, and allowed curiosity to get the best of her.

When she made it outside she was met with an increasing hoard of students looking up at the sky. She needn't look up much since, it was far too big to miss. A giant plume lifted from off in the distance. Nearly looking like a mushroom, it had a strange pink hue to it. Then midst the student's excitement, a gust of wind swept through the courtyard, causing yells of surprise to erupt from the crowd. Some students even lost their footing.

Kallen Kōzuki managed to escape Shinjuku a while back, and somberly walked on the road leading to Stadtfeld Manor. Other people passed her, but she was too focused on her thoughts to pay attention. A sudden vibration, followed by an abnormal gust of wind threw her off balance. She managed to catch herself from falling, and looked towards the distance, the noises of various civilians drawing her attention. She too saw the pinkish plum of smoke rising, and instantly knew it was from Shinjuku. Her only thought revolved around her friends.

Lelouch came to the realization that his eyes were close. He opened them to see only smoke. Pushing himself up, he took note of the state his armor was in. It was damaged by the explosion yet he felt no pain. He watched as pieces of the armor fell off before disappearing into obscurity, but were quickly replaced by new armor which seemed to grow from nothing. In a matter of seconds his armor stopped sparking, and was back to its original self. He looked towards the white knightmare seeing nothing but shards, and he didn't bother with the pilot since they were probably nothing but a smear on the floor.


Clovis heard his name being called, but his head hurt tremendously, so he really did not want to wake up, but did anyway. He opened his eyes, and fought back the dizziness which followed.

"Prince Clovis! Thank God, you're alive." General Bartley exclaimed with unfiltered glee.

"Stop shouting Bartley, you are making my head ache worse." Clovis grumbled as Bartley helped him stand.

"Sir we must evacuate, come quickly." Bartley told him as he began leading him out of the command deck.

The sound of cracking glass stopped them. They both turned to the source, and found themselves staring at death in the face. The armored figure stood there unscathed; having entered from the shattered windows.

"Clovis..." It spoke with a deep, modulated voice. It took a step forward, crushing more glass as it did. Clovis stepped back in fear, and looked around for any form of rescue. The others were still unconscious, leaving him and Bartley to deal with the armored monster.

He was then forcefully shoved back by Bartley who now wielded a grenade and handgun, "Run Prince Clovis!" He shouted as he charged the armored figure. Clovis didn't hesitated and nearly tripped due to his sudden increase in speed. He manged to escape the command center but lost his footing after the grenade went off.

Cursing his lack of physical abilities, Clovis stood up and went to run again only to have himself slammed to the ground. He looked up to face the helmet, and could see his own cowardly expression in the reflection.

"Know this is not personal. You are merely in the way of creating a peaceful world." The figure spoke as he wrapped its hands around Clovis's neck. He then felt a great pain coming from his chest, and he knew he was stabbed. He coughed up blood, and didn't stop until it begun drowning him. Soon enough he felt cold, and the figure released its grasp on his neck. His head fell limb and turn to the side, allowing the pooled up blood to leak out of his mouth. Clovis La Britannia died a second later, not knowing he was killed by his long lost brother.

Lelouch looked down at the corpse of Clovis, allowing himself to mourn for a second before turning. His job in Shinjuku was over. He turned to leave G-1; it was time for the real revolution to start.


He arrived home rather late that day. As he walked up the steps to his home within Ashford Academy, the door open, revealing Sayoko. She gave a small bow, "You've returned, Master Lelouch."

He ignored her, and walked through the doors, with a single destination in mind. He quickly made it up the stares, and to Nunnally's room. He went to open the door, but hesitated. She was definitely asleep by now, and he risked waking her. He lowered his hand before turning to head to his room, but was halted by Sayoko standing in his way.

"Would you like me to run a bath, Master Lelouch?" She asked.

"No...I rather go straight to bed." Lelouch walked passed her.

"Master Lelouch," He stopped at the sound of her neutral yet concerned voice, "If I may ask, is something wrong?"

Lelouch didn't face her, coming up with something to ease her worries.

Another second, and he decided what to say, "Sayoko," He started as he turned to face her, "I need to know your intentions."

This garnered a look of confusion from her, "My intentions? I'm not sure I understand." She replied.

Lelouch sighed, realizing his wording was not at all what he intended it to be, "I mean, I need to know how far you are willing to go in your service to us. I must know how far you are willing to go in protecting us."

Sayoko seemed to understand, "I am determined to protect you from the whole world if necessary, even if it means dying. I am loyal to you and Mistress Nunnally, no one else."

Lelouch eyes narrowed, "Even against your own people? If Nunnally and I were discovered during an uprising, would you be willing to take up arms again your own race, against other Japanese?"

"Should the need arise then I would not hesitate." Sayoko answered without fault.

Lelouch watched for any sign of a lie, and found none. Releasing a silent sigh, he turn to face away from the maid, "Its good to know Nunnally is safe. I need you to be there for her; forget about protecting me, and focus all of your energy and skills on her, she is the most important. Her safety is top priority, but after that her word is law. I leave her in your hands, Sayoko, please take care of her."

Sayoko understood Lelouch's tone and desperation, but she had yet to figure out why it sounded as if he was departing.

"Master Lelouch, if I may ask...are you leaving? If yes, may I ask for how long?"

Lelouch remained silent for a few seconds before answering, "All you need to worry about is Nunnally. The time of leave is unknown, but it is inevitable."

Sayoko seemed content with that vague answer. She bowed respectfully at the boy before her, "Then I shall diligently care for Nunnally until your return."

With that, Lelouch mentally prepared himself for his next task.