Disclaimer: I don't own Code Geass.
Warnings: Blood, implied violence, spoilers for the series.
Notes: The writing is intentionally weird and the grammar is intentionally incorrect. Please don't correct it. The first part takes place pre-series, and the second part takes place in R2.
Springtime, a wide grassy plain, and the fragrant night punctuated by heavy clouds of smoke and the smell of death. Charles, frightening against the ominous glow of the fire, smiling at Marianne who is kneeling before him with uniform and sword splattered with blood. She smells of burnt wood and death, her cheek scratched and hair tangled.
She stands up and they link hands. Charles imperceptibly squeezes her hand and she squeezes back. Their faces masks of love and affection, the gears in their mind turning with their next big scheme.
On this plain, the same one where he first formed his oath with his brother, he had seized the right to the throne. All the pieces falling into place. The gods would fall — lives that were taken in the process were meaningless in the end.
Marianne smiling at him — won't she make a fine consort and accomplice with her raven tresses and sharp mind. He raises their hands in oath and salute.
To a new world! they chorus. All hail Britannia!
Years later, on a wide grassy plain, with waves of smoke crashing against the sky, Lelouch watches as flags and statues of his father burn. A smile on his face, the flames casting an ominous glow over his features. His outfit deceivingly impeccable and white and he smells of rich cologne and fire.
He will burn the past his father worked for, absorb all of its sin through the smoke and rubble, and become a Demon King for all to hate. He will silence those who stand in his way — those who stand in the way of the future.
Everything oddly familiar, hazy like a memory. Three words resounding in his head. Lelouch looks at the burning symbols of his father's reign, the birdlike flames engulfing this scorched empire of ash he now rules.
To a new world and to the Zero Requiem, he mutters. All hail Britannia.
Author's Note: I wrote this on a whim when I was supposed to be studying. My muse can be inconvenient.