A new story, I haven't abandoned my other story, but actually this is the first of the two prequel before the "Back to Zero".

This one is pretty dark, at least for the first part. The main pairing is Lelouch and C.C. But if the romance is important, it isn't the main point of the story. For those who fear it, it isn't a completely dark story, though it does involve some scene which could be categorized as M probably (so rating may go up), I precise though that most of those scene are bloody scene.

The start is pretty slow, but necessary, giving away clues and some more or less funny event.

disclaimer : as you probably assume, I don't own Code Geass and his characters.

Now let's go with the story :

Code Geass : The Demon King Requiem

First of the five 'book'

The night was disgraced of the moon's light. The air in the forest was fresh and yet heavy. The cliffs only were standing in their blankness against the darkness. A light appeared deep in the forest, a yellow light, clearly not natural...

"Come on boys ! People like us won't fear such a thing, will they ?" Shouted the leader to his six members. No one commented the fact that their 'leader' was still lowering in voice as they stand before the impressivemarbled gates. The men moved quickly to the gates, pushing themselves on it. They wanted to finish that quick, grave-robbing has always been considered as a crime...But that wasn't all.

grind

The gates creaked and a dark gallery. The leader took the first step into the passage, soon followed by his accomplices. They watched the crackled gray walls, fearing for them to fall. At least that would be a quick death. It took about four minutes to the group to attain the first obstacle, another gates, a double dark one contrasting with the walls and ceiling. Only three of the men could push it due to the narrowed passage, didn't mattered though...

Pam

The gates fell.

It was a small place. A roughly twenty meters round clearing circled by cliff. There was nothing but grass and... a stone... A white and black cross with a sort of bird, or V incrusted on it. Two men began to shake while one was praying god only know who thing about him not being culprit for such an act. After a minute watching the stone the leader make a sign to his followers to go to the monument.

Then he stand back to it, facing the others six man, he spoke faintly. "Now, Ivan and Carl take the picks first, Stan and Steven will relay you. Peter and Luke You..." A caw ran in the air. All the men startled and started looking the darkness stayed for a few minutes

Finally the man named Ivan advanced to the tomb with a pic in his hand. "You better not take those kind of jobs to often Scythe." The leader Scythe nodded to the uneasy whisper. True, He wouldn't take again a job like that. As Ivan and Carl began to dig he glanced over the grave's owner name. He shivered.

Lelouch vi Britannia

Demon King

.2000-17.0Y.2018

Taking the throne and the world with dark means

he was an enigma himself

slayed by Zero's hands

Shall he stay away from the world forever.

As he stopped staring the plaque Stan and Steven exposed the coffin to his eyes. More than a man bit their lips in man inside was someone you would better no mess with, even, or perhaps more, in his leader rested on one knee before the side of the coffin while his six companions surrounded the blank form. Scythe looked at the people around one last time. Then he reported his attention to what contained a once mighty man... He had to do it, as the leader he had no choice. A leader had to take his subordinated sins with him, and he intended to do so, just for tonight.

His hand touched the coffin, he respectfully touched it, before beginning to open it up.

grab

Scythe stopped, even breathing, as he felt a grip on his wrist, a cold wrist. Pure horror filled the man traits. The grip on Scythe's wrist tightened. He opened his mouth in an attempt to scream, his eyes wide opens.

boum

The sudden impact on the coffin finished frightening the men. Ivan, Steven and Carl turned to the passage and began to ran as fast as possible, they didn't bother looking back. The young man Peter buried himself in the herbs watching, or more guessing in the darkness, the hand holding their leader, Luke was praying a mix of Catechism and Buddhism to scare off demons.

The high part of the coffin flew in the air hitting the already unconscious Stan with a loud bom and a sproch of his now crushed crane. The dark green herb becoming red in no-time.

Scythe saw two V-shaped red eyes before his attention was diverted to the hand on his wrist. He screamed, the hand was now hot, no... it was burning, and it wasn't only a hand. It has... claws. Unholy claws with a demonic red aura, the same red color as the eyes.

clash

The feeling of his blood dropping from his wrist and his pierced burning neck was the last feeling he had.

Peter watched in horror as the 'thing' emerged from the hole. He hears the sound of melting flesh coming from Scythe. He saw a long, large form behind it. the 'being' body.

The grass was dying under him. Like all its life was absorbed into the body though his glowing red claws. Still, 'it' was looking around, but not seeming interested in them in any way. Peter gained a slight hope, maybe he would survive to this. That hope didn't last.

Luke made the mistake of making a 'vade-retro' gesture and shout something to banish evil spirits. Two demonic red eyes turned to something impossible happened. The 'thing' was still about nine meters away from the foolish man, next thing Peter know, Stan head had disappeared leaving his bloody neck soak the ground while the body fell. The cut was perfectly clear.

Last thing Peter thought of was : Demon.

All traces of his body disappeared, alongside with the ground between him and the being.

***

The 'being' went into the passage. Out, two men had closed the gate and stayed a few meters away from it ever after. The cowards were waiting for their allies. Incomprehension, terror, shock and fear overwhelmed them as whole parts of the gates became thin air.

One of the two tried to say something, that was a bad move. Never the men could say something again. Deaths doesn't speak. The 'thing' let out a high-pitched growl.

The 'thing' crawled into the forest...

The Demon was free.

R&R