Summary; "I fight to protect my family," Snarled Lelouch as his knightmare blasted into the clear blue sky, only leaving a trail of smoke before it plunged back down to the ground. "I fight for Nunnally, for my mother. And no one, I repeat no one, will harm them, or they can face the wrath of the Demon of Britannia!" He declared as the opposing knightmare frame exploded like a firework.

Disclaimer; I own nothing

Rated; M for safety

Pairings; Undecided


Lelouch's p.o.v

"You will never understand the pain that we have felt because of monsters such as you!" Cried a faceless being as I stared at him. His body was trembling but his eyes were filled with hate. It was quite entertaining.

Taking out my sword from it's sheath, I watched him struggle against the brute strength of my knights. I placed the slick, silver blade right next to his throat as I watched him gulp in a harsh breath of air while tensing up. "Your mistaken. I am not a monster," I smirked as I watched him growl at me. What was he, a dog? "I am a demon," and with that statement, my sword sliced his head clean off. Crimson blood splattered onto the ground as a thump was heard.

If you looked closely, you could just see the bones that supported his head poking out from his limp body that my knights held. Their faces showed no weakness, no emotion.

Turning around, I sheathed the blood covered sword before walking away. My cape swaying behind as I quickly glanced towards my knights. "Dispose of the body and get someone to clean this mess up," I ordered as they bowed towards me before doing as they were told.

Such true dogs of the empire.


"Brother, don't you think that what the people are doing is wrong? All the mindless killing..." Asked Nunnally with a frown on her delicate face. The bright summer sky was cloudless as the birds flew freely.

Those words ring in my head as I walked through the great halls of the Imperial Palace. With each step I took, I felt my heart clench. What she said was true. And that's why... That's why I can never allow her to enter the harsh reality of the word. Her smiling face with her bright eyes. I won't allow them to be dull and hallow, never.

My foot steps echoed around as I approached the dreaded door towards the throne room. Two knights stood at each side of the door as I placed on a sticky sweet smile. Nodding my head towards them, they both opened the sides of the door, allowing me to walk in.

The throne room was packed with nobles, princesses and princes. All pawns in his great game. Even his own children. Talking among themselves, they all allowed their mind to dream for ultimate power. An illusion created by him.

I took my place next to the ever frowning Cornelia. The memories of my childhood entered my mind. Before I left to go to Ashford Academy for two years, before the Royal Massacre.

That time still haunted me in a way. The Royal Massacre. Assassins from an unknown source filled into the castle. Intent on killing ever last royal member it seams. Euphemia's and Cornelia's mother wasn't able to make it... Even Carine and Odysseus couldn't make it through all the blood shed. They swept in during a "family meeting" and destroyed whatever they could. Nunnally almost lost her ability to walk that day. Mother almost lost her life while defending us. And I... I could only sit there, frozen.

To close, it was to close. After that day, I knew I had to do something. I tried hunting after the assassins, but there were only false trails. I ran D.N.A tests from the scraps that were found in the room, but even so, the results were all the same. "Unmatched" And finally, after a month, my mother sent Nunnally and I to Ashford Academy for two years. For safety.

My thoughts were interrupted as he raised his hand, silence filled the room, just like a wave. Everyone waited for him to announce something. We all waited to see what he had to say. Were there promotions? More activity including war? Politics? Or did he just summon us all for entertainment.

I narrowed my eyes as he scanned every being here. His eyes trickled on Cornelia, Schneizel and I for a second longer then the rest. And I felt my heart rage. It was surely another scheme of his.

"The E.U and the Chinese Federation have declared war upon Britannia! For so long, we have all knew this day was coming, and now, we shall strive, we shall win!" He declared loudly as his voiced bounced around the shocked filled room. My hands clenched by my side as I watched the people applauding him. Why would they do that? The chances of us winning... It will be a war... A war just like those world wars from so long ago.

I noticed Cornelia tensing up while her eyes were more narrowed than usual, Schneizel was just standing quietly by the side. They were against it. Surely they knew that this will be the death of us.

Raising up his hand once again, it seamed as though he wasn't done talking. People stopped clapping like mindless seals as he spoke once more. His dark purple eyes staring right at me. And that was when I felt my mind panic. "Leading the war against the Chinese Federation shall be Cornelia and Schneizel. Lelouch shall lead the war against the E.U," and at that moment, I knew that he wanted me to die.

The mindless applause filled the room once more as I thanked the nobles and the masked princes and princesses for their support. A thought ran in my mind through the ocean of noise. What was his plan? Why did he not involve himself with either of the wars. Surely he was up to something now. And a part of me felt like this war was a decoy...

I looked towards the front right hand side of the room to see my mother smiling proudly. Of course, she think's that the position that I was given was an honor. Leading Britannia to another victory... But this time, was it possible to win..?

The sudden images of a smiling Nunnally filled my head. That's right, I have to protect her. I have to protect her and make sure that she can still smile until the very last day. That's why... That's why I took up the title as the Demon of Britannia. That's why I am still here. And that is why I will win this war.