Greetings,

I am Imperatia.

This is not the first story that I've written, but its the first which I'm uploading. My idea here is simple. In most time travel stories, Lelouch goes back alone or with C.C. What if Lelouch had to bring his father alongside with him? I'm rather interested in a story, where 1. Charles isn't the enemy, 2. where the Imperial Family is not quite as demonic as Lelouch imagined and 3. where Lelouch is a bit of an asshole with superpowers. :D

This will be an eventual Code Geass/Stargate SG-1 crossover (without an actual SG-1, sorry xD ). If you dislike crossoevers, rest assured that 1. it will take quite some time to get there, 2. In the first part, the story will be mostly CG oriented. In actuallity, this chapter most likely contains the biggest piece of any SG related things for a long time. And 3. When I reach that part, I'll make sure to make the story readable for those who are unfamiliar with SG. I may or may not move into the CG/SG category. If we reach that part, of course.

Also, in the near future, hopefully soon, I'll be starting a blog or sth. I'll be starting my own novel there, piece by piece. If my writing style is attractive to you, I may direct you to it, if you like.

Update schedule is right now undecided. I hope you like this story.

Imperatia


It was a boiling hot day when it all began. Lelouch was not particularly surprised when he found out that there was a special place in Hell reserved for Britannian Emperors such as himself as well as other rulers.

It wasn't that this Hell was such a horrible place by itself, the problem was that each person had to come to terms with his own deeds in life, before he could join the rest of the collectives. Meaning, they each had to first be informed for all the horrible consequences of their actions, a process which was usually quite lengthy (except in people such as Euphemia, who passed on soon after Lelouch joined her, since the only thing she needed was to be absolved from her actions by her brother). That wasn't such a problem with Lelouch, since he made efforts in life to learn the painstaking details of just what he had caused, just so he could justify his assisted suicide after Nunnaly was found to still be alive.

Surprisingly, he was welcomed warmly to the World of C by his sister Euphemia, Shirley, Rolo, as well as, to his everlasting surprise, his father, Charles zi Britannia and many of the Imperial family. He was finally forced to acknowledge the fact that they weren't quite as bad as he had previously imagined. Not that it stopped him from playing some rather cruel, but hilarious, "pranks" on some of them, most prominently his father.

Unfortunately, since in the world of C, everyone knew everything or at least most things, the other Britannian Emperors thought they could make short work of him and bring him in line – a hazing if you will. Politics happened even in Hell – who knew? Since he had been quite successful in his, admittedly, rather short reign, they probably thought him a threat (somehow).

Unfortunately for them however, even if Lelouch was actually quite nice as a person (compared to some other rulers at least), was one of the youngest and shortest-reigned Emperors, they still shouldn't have done that, he thought smugly. Oh it worked for a little while, he admitted to himself, but as physical strength played little to no role in the afterlife and the 99th Emperor did not particularly believe in other people's authority, their 'victory' was short-lived.

He had lost his Geass, but gained, in turn, a limited ability to influence reality both in the World of C and outside it. Since it was all about the mind in there, it was no contest. Also, those who were actually capable of stopping him were smart enough to not even try (most notably perhaps his father).

"LELOUCH!" a loud regal voice boomed as Charles zi Britannia stomped across the hall of his imaginary throne room.

Lelouch smirked and looked down at his father's new form, checking his appearance from head to toes.

"Well, father dearest!" Lelouch smiled amusedly. "I didn't know you were into cross-dressing!"

Charles' vein on his head bulged as he glared at his impetuous son. He was dressed into a poorly fitting purple female dress, the likes of which were popular amongst female nobility in the times of Charles' reign.

"Then again, I must congratulate you on finally stepping out of the closet and revealing your true self." He continued in a patronizingly kind voice as his father's eye kept twitching. Lelouch didn't know why he was so against Milly's festivals during his lifetime! This shit was hilarious.

"After all, you can only stop lying to others, if you stop lying to yourself first." Lelouch nodded in an appropriately wise manner as Charles clenched his fists in anger.

"Turn me back, Lelouch!" he demanded loudly from his son.

Lelouch smirked and opened his mouth to answer, but at that moment he heard several footsteps of other people incoming and he looked through the open doors. Those were several other rulers approaching his throne room, all of them wearing their little dresses.

Charles zi Britannia raised his eyebrow imperiously and turned around in his pretty dress to face the crowd of cross-dressers.

Lelouch paled just a little upon seeing how many of them there were and waved his hand. The large double doors closed sharply, hitting the bratty Emperor Archibald bi Britannia (who was at the front and wearing a rather baggy red dress) straight in the forehead, sending him flying straight into Henry VIII, who was wearing one of those blue dresses with the extremely large skirt.

Lelouch and Charles both snorted, but his father proceeded to glare at him as soon as he realised that they were in agreement.

"You know, you could get rid of them if you simply turned us back." The 98th Emperor suggested in a forcibly calm tone. His son smirked and looked at him smugly.

"Now where would be the fun in that?" he asked amusedly as Charles growled at him. It was so hilarious the way he could mess with those so called superior examples of humanity. He smirked as the 'superior beings' started pounding on the door in response to his less than charitable thoughts about them.

'Oh, look at me!' Lelouch thought in an annoying high pitched voice. "I'm so superior to everyone! My bloodline is sooo pure, since I only married my cousins!'

He could have sworn that he heard a few growls as the pounding got louder.

'I'm such a superior person that I can't even get out of my dress by myself!' he continued in his thoughts.

In response he could hear a few shouts of rage. His father kept glaring at him, causing Lelouch to favour him with the most insufferably smug look he could muster. Charles' clenched his fists and he knew that he was imagining strangling him, but that just caused Lelouch to chuckle.

As he tired of the noise, Lelouch moved his hand in an imperious manner and in an instant, the doors opened and the various rulers, both the males in dresses and the females in various ugly male costumes, complete with codpieces and such, fell forwards into the chamber.

They seethed angrily as they got caught in a tangle of limbs and pretty skirts. They even forgot to feel embarrassed for a moment there, but as soon as he thought of it, ugly red blushes seemed to appear on their faces.

Lelouch smiled smugly as they finally managed to untangle themselves and approached his father and him on the throne.

Then the shouts began.

"I'm going to kill you, Lelouch!" Archibald shouted and he was joined by several others.

"Damn you, Lelouch!" seethed Henry the Eight in an appropriately cliché manner.

"Turn us back!" He was pretty sure that was the Sun king.

"Damn you!" Jiang Lihua's uncle shouted.

"Lelouch!" Ah, that was Ricardo von Britannia, the man responsible for the rise of the Holy Britannian Empire.

"You bastard!" An unimportant worthless baron he killed at the beginning of his second rise as Zero.

And so on and so on.

Lelouch waited for them to stop as they approached the throne. Then he smirked at his father.

"Look, father!" he said amusedly. "It's a peasant uprising!"

The crowd got even angrier, but he wasn't finished yet.

"Those must be the unwashed masses that school kept telling me about." He sneered evilly. This got to many of them more than anything else could, as they were mostly very proud of their superiority to the common people.

So they tried reaching him on his throne, to "teach him a lesson" or so they shouted, in a quite frankly pedestrian manner. He thought the last thing with a rather smug look on his face as the enraged kings and queens hit the invisible wall he had put in front of him and were repelled back into the crowd of 'unwashed masses'.

Lelouch laughed hard as they repeated their attempt once more, but grew alarmed as an idea, which originated from one of them spread amongst them.

In an instant, the assault on the invisible wall stopped and his unwashed peasant slaves started smirking. They concentrated really hard, making them look rather constipated, and after some moments, the pompous white emperor outfit he was wearing vanished into thin air, even the kite he was wearing, as 98th Emperor Charles called it, disappeared.

Lelouch glared menacingly down at his father as he dared snort at the thought.

And then his outfit was replaced by a pretty dress. Lelouch looked down at his clothes and made to feel the soft fabric under his fingers as the former rulers cackled in a rather pedestrian manner. He looked at them blankly and made a mirror appear in front of him.

He looked at his reflection for a few moments.

"Well," he commented loudly, cutting through their laughter. "I wear it better than any of you."

He said the words with such insufferable smugness that his brother, Prince Cassius actually started pulling his hair from his head. He watched with the amusement as the so called superior beings, the rulers of the world, started throwing their little temper tantrums against his enlightened rule.

And didn't the phrase 'enlightened rule' just burn them.

It wasn't specifically the words he chose, it was the manner he used them to mercilessly mock his predecessors. It was quite amusing when he had formerly declared himself their god and told them that they had to pay their respects and bow really deeply if they wanted to enter his Hell. Never mind the fact that he was the one entering.

Ah, good times.

Well, it was time to continue. He waved his hand in an imperious manner and the pretty dresses and pirate outfits all reverted to their original appearance with the use of his superior reality altering powers. He put a giant emphasis to the word superior to once again assure them of their lower place in the hierarchy, in comparison to him.

Then he unceremoniously threw them all out.

It was so nice when God owed you favours. He also had the added benefit of the fact that pretty much everyone believed he was the devil, which was nice, as it gave him plenty of added power. It wasn't quite worship, but hate and fear was good enough too.

Charles gave him a dry look. God didn't like him at all. And compared to Lelouch he was pretty much forgotten by everyone.

His father coughed grumpily in order to breach the next topic.

"How is the war going?" he asked, putting the entire embarrassing ordeal behind him (especially as he knew he could do practically nothing about it).

Lelouch frowned. He looked across the hall and a massive screen appeared at the end.

"It's not going well." Lelouch admitted as scenes of knightmare frames being destroyed flashed on the screen, along with different people, including 100th Empress Nunnaly vi Britannia, having strategic meetings and giving orders. Then it showed the invaders, a race of parasitic gods with highly sophisticated technology and massive armies and space ships.

Charles frowned.

"It's an attempt at annihilation. Genocide. " He concluded, looking at the sheer size of the forces which were washing over their world in a massive tide. "They are attempting to purge the planet of all life."

Lelouch nodded. His sisters (Nunnaly and Cornelia) were resisting admirably, along with all their allies, whether they were Asian, European and African.

Allies. The word felt odd in Charles' mind as he looked at the multicultural group at his daughter's military meeting. He had not thought it possible to call countries of the former EU or UFN as allies toward a common cause. Shows what he knew.

The problem wasn't technological supremacy or superior troops or tactics. No. The troops of their world were definitely better trained and their military weaponry was better accustomed to combat than their enemies. There was some technological superiority on the other side, but it was mitigated by their superiority in other factors.

Unfortunately, the sheer size of the enemy army was the real problem.

Once the first few invasions of the individual kings had been defeated, all the parasitic kings had joined together and struck them with an absolutely massive collective invasion.

Schneizel was nonplussed by the situation. Though Lelouch may have once upon a time called him his strategic superior, it showed that both Charles and Lelouch were his superiors when it came to bad odds.

Charles looked at Lelouch's concerned expression. He knew that his 11th son was at his most formidable when he was backed into a corner. In fact, a great deal of his strategy depended on being at a disadvantage.

Schneizel, as Lelouch had once said, only fought battles that he knew he could win. This meant that out of the three strategic masterminds, he was at this moment, the worst choice. Thankfully, with the addition of Cornelia and Nunnaly, a successful resistance was formed. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. Black knights were decimated in the previous great war as were the other armies.

Charles cleared his mouth.

"What is it?" demanded the 99th Emperor. His father hesitated.

"... I think, Lelouch, that we had best ask for a time-reversal." He said somewhat uncertainly.

Lelouch's eyes narrowed and he glared in Charles' direction. The elder ignored his urge to squirm with practised ease.

After a while, he looked away.

"That does seem to be the only option at the moment." He admitted in a cold voice. "However, how do I know this isn't you attempting another Ragnarok?"

This was the crux of the matter, Charles knew.

"My time in the collective has made me realize a number of things." Charles began. Lelouch eyed him coldly. "One of those things is that my plan may have been a little foolish."

Lelouch smiled sarcastically.

"Just a tad."

"Regardless," Charles continued. "Even if that is my intention, I doubt you'd allow it."

Lelouch eyed him for a moment and then he nodded.

"I wil-" he began.

"Very well." Interrupted a loud, booming, voice from the top of Lelouch's imaginary palace. Both of the rulers looked up and were met with a deformed face on the ceiling.

"You may attempt this." The deformed face continued. "Each of you may choose up to ten companions, who will accompany you on this task, whether they be living or dead."

Lelouch and Charles looked at each other incredulously.

"Did that really just happen?!" Charles asked in surprise. Lelouch was equally bewildered. Then he smirked.

"Well, since God liked your suggestion, he may not hate you as much anymore." He said.

Then God continued.

"Lelouch vi Britannia will lead the effort and will be given an upgraded version of the reality changing power." He said in a booming voice. "Charles zi Britannia will be given a Code and will support Lelouch's efforts."

Charles was annoyed. The insufferably smug look from earlier returned to his son's face.

"You will be transported back to year 2009, when Lelouch was exiled to Japan."

Now it was Lelouch's turn to be annoyed.

"Select your 20 companions. Your mission is to prepare the world for the goa'uld invasion and then destroy it or insure it never happens."

Then the deformed face disappeared and the two were left in silence.

Charles started pacing and after a few moments he looked at his son. Seeing his face made his annoyance return.

"Your hat looks like a kite." Charles commented snidely. Lelouch glared.

A conveniently placed banana peel caused the 98th Emperor to fall down on his ass in a rather majestic manner.


Charles: "Impudent writer."

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