Summary: When Suzaku left, disaster strikes the vi Britannia line. With the bombs destroying every light of hope Lelouch ever had, his mind slowly becomes twisted with false memories. Refrain. And slowly, he destroys himself.

Rating M:

I own nothing and I know I said it would be a two chapter story in the last chapter, right? ... ^-^" Well, it might be a three chapter story now... ._.ll xD Also, sorry for the mistakes! ^-^"

"Lelouch! Calm down," cried Cornelia desperately as she tried to hold down her sick bother. His attempts to claw his being away, slowly going slower. His once calm purple eyes were crazed as the ocean at night. His pale skin turned sickening.

"They did this! They need to be punished!" He chanted, over and over again. His voice shaky and cracked as the light in the room flickered. On and off. Off and on.

"Lelouch..." Whispered Euphemia from the side lines. Her frail body lying on the cold hospital bed as her once bright bubblegum hair, became muted. Bags were seen under her eyes as her only hand left, clutched the thin covers.

"-If it's the last thing I do! I'll kill them! Every single one of them!" He continued to rant on as the heart monitor increased drastically. With Doctors and nurses coming in. All of them prepared to inject a substance into him:

"To calm him down."

They say, trying to comfort the only remaining members of the Britannian royal family left.

But even so, the walls of the hospitals won't be able to force the mental damage away. Not after he witnessed Nunnally falling to the ground. Lifeless. Not when he saw Marianne sacrifice her own life, telling him to run so that he could live. Not even when he saw his father die in the arms of a small boy with long blonde hair. Not even when he saw Odysseus trying to escape with Guinevere. But the gun fire had different ideas. Even at the end, Schneizel couldn't make it...

"I'll make their life like a living hell. Even if I don't know who they are, I promise that I will!" He screamed. His throat dry and hoarse as he felt a needle prick into his skin. His head growing heavy as he left his legs go week.

But the last sight he saw was the disappointed and worried faces of his two remaining sisters.

The walls of the throne room were deep crimson with the golden Britannian crest engraved at certain points. The flooring was shimmering cream as the nobles and royalty gathered around. Sitting on the large throne, a teenager rested his head on his hand. His dead eyes skimming through the rows of people, while they stared at the floor. Unable to raise their heads.

"And what was the point of this meeting then?" Sneered the person on the throne with narrowed eyes as he sat up straightly, "I am allowing you to keep your little titles so why bother me? They're your own problems, so solve them."

"B-but your highness..!" Cried one of the noble desperately as the emperor looked down upon him.

"This meeting is over. If you have any more worries, solve them yourself. Or you can just give up your title." He announced as a smirk grew on his lips.

The throne room began filling out as soon as the emperor left. Whispers of rage and horror filled the area as the nobles walked away. But mean while, the emperor walked through the gardens. The sun batting against his skin while the wind danced around softly.

"Lelouch, that was pretty cruel," came a quiet voice from a female teenager who was sitting on the grass. Her light violet eyes gazing at her brother while her bubblegum colored hair was swaying in the air.

Sitting down next to her, he allowed his white robes to be stained by the grass. A small, weak smile played on his lips as he gave her a small nod. "It may be," he began his sentence, "but remember what I said back then."

Frowning, Euphemia looked towards the clouds. Her eyes showing disappointment. "But that has been ages ago-"

"It has only been four months. I hardly call that ages ago," said Lelouch instantly.

"Yes... But if you keep continuing this, the whole country will collapse!" She argued as she tried to make her brother understand, "and you already placed your life in danger so many times! Don't you even remember how many times someone has tried to kill you?"

"But do you remember what I said?" Asked Lelouch with narrowed eyes, his fists shaking, "I said that I would make their life a living hell. And even after all this time, no one manage to find the culprits. So I resorted to my last plan. I will target the whole world. And that way, the only way for them to escape this hell is to enter hell itself."

Tears lightly stained Euphemia cheeks as she buried her face away, trying to hide away. Her broken gaze lingered slightly as she felt her throat go dry and cracked. Speaking in a broken tone, she whispered, "your becoming a demon."

"Your highness!" Several knights charged into the throne room, their voices hinted with joy as they knelt down on one knee.

The leader of the knights smiled proudly, his eyes showing nothing but excitement," the group of assassins sent to assassinate the royal family five months ago have been found. They are currently locked up in cells," he blurted out quickly.

An eye brow was arched up as Lelouch looked at them. "And what proof do you have..?"

"Their leaders admitted that it was they who plotted it. From what we have gathered, they sent a spy to work in the palace to note down the schedule. We have also caught the spy as well, but that was a bit difficult. At the beginning, no one would say who the spy was. Another piece of proof is the items that they stole as well. It turns out that while the royal assassination was taking place, they decided to take as much as they could, but not enough that you would notice. We have found the items in Area. 11 and currently, the items is getting a scan through," answered the head knight as Lelouch took in all the information.

"... A spy you say..?" Was what he asked in the end, his purple eyes narrowed as the knight nodded his head.

"A spy that was mainly under your care, your highness," reported the knight with detest, "a spy that should have just died," he muttered quietly to himself.

"Take me to them."

The cell rooms were empty and cold. Thick glass panels separated everyone and the light kept flickering on and off. Foot steps echoed around as Lelouch walked past the guards that stood by the door, his pristine white robes flowing behind him. Roughly fifty or so people were trapped in the glass cages, their bodies slumped against the cold glass, while they wore an expression of dread and rage.

But one person stood out the most to Lelouch. His dark brown hair and dull green eyes. His small frown and his proud posture. As if he wasn't going down without a fight. Lelouch still remembered when he would have wore a brown top and grey trousers on, instead of the white cell garb. When he would smile while leading Lelouch's horse out of the stable, instead of sitting tiredly in a cell. When he would lay on his bed, holding Lelouch in his arms.

But he was snapped out of his trance when the head knight walked towards Suzaku. His old lover. And his heart began beating rapidly when the knight opened the glass door, pulling a fist full of Suzaku's hair, forcing the teenager to crawl out of the cell with his head down. And then, he felt his heart shatter when the knight said;

"This is the spy, your highness."