The only way to describe the feeling of death would be sinking into a never-ending darkness. Others would fight it, but not him. Long since he made peace with himself about this fact.

But even he was surprised as he noticed a presence unlike anything he has ever experienced and as he opened his eyes he saw her.

A woman very similar to his very own Witch only if in facial futures. She possessed an unnatural color of hair and black clothes that reminded him of the accursed sigil changed his life. She then started to speak to him.

" You yourself desired for the march of time to continue but sacrificed the time you still had for the betterment of the world. We ask of thou - why?"

"... I stained my body and soul in sins in order to gain that which I desired, I tooled thousands of lies to people that supported and trusted a man without a true name. I thought I was doing it for the world that she deserved to live in but at the end of it all, I understood that I was just trying to justify my actions... I was angry. At the world, at my country, at my family. What I did was nothing more than a childish outburst, scream that I bottled up for years in order to protect her, but my friend told me at the end to make the lies I told a reality. So, in order to make it all true, there was no other way than for me to die."

"... Did you wished to become a king of the world?"

"Hee... No. What I sought was nothing more than tomorrow in which I did not need to wear any mask."

"... We have watched this world since the beginning. We've seen many like you, with good and just hearts that changed into greed and evil with each moment they experienced. At the end of their journey, they cursed the world and themselves but you, not only accepted the deeds and consequences they brought but decided to use them in order to make people forget about the past, concentrate on the present and made them hope for tomorrow. But we ask of thou - what do you truly desire?"

"... Before I would say I did not wish for anything but, greed is just another aspect of human nature that I accepted... If I had the chance I would like to make amends for all mistakes that I did and to all people that were dear to me."

...

...

"Then, in the name of the Geass and the debt that we possess to you. We grant thou - Lelouche vi Britania this gift. May you three correct the mistakes of past and once again create the world anew."

And as once again I close my eyes and let the darkness take me once more I felt a burning sensation on my back and felt a bright light overtake me.

"What do you think Mr. Student?"

'Those words...' While I never intended to open my eyes again I look upon a very old yet still tragic scene that started it all. As I look down I notice the person I thought I would never see again. The root of my path of blood, the witch which became my most trusted accomplice and a being very close to my heart as she became the shield that protected me from myself.

Then I feel it once again, this intoxication, this rush of might, a fire that made the very pain I hidden for all those long years started to burn bright - no this was different yet same. Stronger than ever. I could not help myself from 'smiling' genially.

The members of Britannian army that standing in front of a defenseless student could not hold themselves from shaking in fear as a small giggling started to escape from the young man in front of them, which quickly evolved into a maniacal laugh as he started to stand up, his head reared back as his voice becomes louder with each moment.

The soldiers started to back up slowly, as their Lieutenant started to shake in anger or fear that started to creep upon them as well.

Then it, all stopped as he straightens his head and Lelouche's hand moved over his face to cover both of his eyes.

"What's wrong? Your opponent is just a student?" asked voice that did not belong to a mere boy. It was sweetly intoxicating but terrifying at the same time.

"Wha-What is this?"

"I have a question: how should a Britianina that hates his own country live?"

Those words startled them up, steadying their guns as their leader glared at the boy.

"Are you some kind of radicalist?!"

"What's wrong? Your opponent is just a schoolboy, right? So why don't you shoot?"

The Lieutenant did not comprehend what was happening. He could only star in shock as his body trembled when he saw the smile which creped upon the face of the boy. It was something that should appear only in the worst nightmares of every man. A smile that belonged to the devil himself.

"Or perhaps you finally realized, that the only ones that should kill..."

At the moment Lelouche's hand moved to reveal his face they saw something unexplainable. His eyes previously clearly purple, started to glitter in red-

"Are those prepared to be killed!"

and a gained a strange sigil that manifested in both of his orbs.

"Lelouch vi Britania orders you!"

The power of Kings - Geass soaked into his eyes as he used its ability to its fullest.

"All of you... DIE!"

Looking upon all of the soldiers at the same time, the sigil of Geass reflecting in each of their eyes, overwriting their wills with his own as the Geass of Absolute Obedience effect came in full swing.

Soon enough all of them started to laugh widely as they took aim on their own jugulars, which meant quick death, as their commanding officer responded to the order.

"Yes, your Highness!"

No matter what he always felt a rush of excitement whenever he heard someone said that to him.

"FIRE!"

And only a second later did the sound of gunshot ring out in perfect union, a splatter of blood splashing against his cheek as bodies of his would be killers fell to the ground lifeless.

His smile quickly disappearing as he looked at the ground in disgust at the innocent lives that disappeared because of this 'trash'.

"I do not know if this is a sick joke of fate, or if this is a dream. But all of those feelings, the stench of the dead, the sound of battle. Have I truly comeback?" as saying that he looked upon his hands. While he still had doubts about this whole situation he could not help the returning smile that graced his face once again. He used his uniform's sleeve to wipe away the blood and looked straight in front as he saw the smoke of battle in Shinjuku Ghetto. His first victory and a beginning of all.

"Now then. Let us begin this game again."