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I remember the kindness in her voice. The complete and utter compassion. The unconditional love. The concern. Enchanted, I couldn't resist, and I accepted her contract. I never knew that somebody could ever actually love me, an unwanted orphan. A slave. Above all else, I was desperate for love.

My Geass affected everyone around me. Everyone except her. Everybody else fell in love with me. They adored me. They even made a religion to worship me! It felt good, and it was beautiful.

However, my happiness didn't last. It became tiring. Everyone I met eventually fell in love with me. They had to. I couldn't tell the difference between real, genuine love and fake, forced love. Not anymore.

Everyone except for her had forced love. She didn't have to love me, yet she did. It was so beautiful how she chose to love me. I was so happy. I finally had someone who could accept me as I really was and react appropriately instead of acting like those lovestruck fakes.

Eventually me Geass became so powerful that I could never turn it off. Nobody could resist my power. I was happy, and I was sad. I was finally getting all the love I desired, I coveted, but it was all lies. It was all faked. It was all an illusion.

Was this what she had meant when she said that the power of the king would isolate me? That nobody would ever truly love me for who I actually was? That I would grow tired and lonely from the forced smiles, the fake warmth in their eyes?

That doesn't matter now. I'm being loved and adored! I couldn't be happier. Not if I received all of the riches in the world. Not if I ruled the world. There was nothing wrong with being completely adored!

One day, though, everything changed. Absolutely everything. I thought I had gotten good at telling when people faked love. I truly thought that. I never thought that someone was so good at acting that they could actually fool me. I never thought that the one closest to me would betray me.

I remember her blood on my hands. She forced me to. I didn't want it. I didn't want her curse.

I remember crying from the pain, both physical and emotional. I had been betrayed, and I had been branded with that awful sigil on my forehead and chest. Surely, things can't get any worse than this right?

I was wrong. When I walked out, covered in blood, I only saw eyes full of disgust and hate. They didn't care for me. My Geass didn't affect them anymore. Not when I had the code. Not when I was immortal.

I fled from there. I couldn't take it. Not now. Not when I was hated by the world again. Not when I was so utterly alone.

I took to traveling around the world, looking for the ones worthy of Geass. Looking for the one that could kill me, and end my curse.

I saw the rise and fall of empires. I saw heroes fall, and villains reign. I lived through the Salem Witch Trials. I lived through wars, plague, flood, drought, and despair, looking for the one who could free me.


Everybody had adored me. Everyone had loved me. Even the one who didn't have to. The one who was immune to my Geass. Even she loved me, or so I thought. When did it all go wrong? When was I forced into this hell called immortality? Forced to wander the Earth looking for that one person that could free me. The one person I could give this Code to, and then I would finally be free.

I traveled far and wide, discarding many different contracts and Geass users. Many of the became insane from their Geass, or they became insane from the isolation that surrounded them. Most of them didn't even come close to freeing me from my eternal curse. None of them.

Except for one boy. One teenager. Lelouch vi Britannia. Lelouch Lamperouge. Julius Kingsley. Zero. The Demon Emperor. (The man with many names. The man who gave his life for peace. The hero the world will never know).

He prove me wrong. I thought that the power of kings will only isolate people, but I was wrong. Lelouch was surrounded by others.

(He didn't hate me. I guess somewhere deep down in my heart, I didn't hate him either. I might even say that I fell in love with him, but I'm not quite so sure about that. At the very least, I was fond of him).