I finally finish the epic thirteenth chapter! Phew! Hope you all like it!
Chapter 13: The Shadows of Killers
They crept through the jungle, unseen and unknown, to the sound of their own breathing. There was complete silence in the dark of the night and that's how they liked it. There would be death tonight and if everything went to plan, no-one would even know they existed. But the odds were still stacked heavily against them and they would need every moment of artful silence and perfect darkness to survive. Good for them then, that night had arrived.
"Helloooooo?"
R.R. stirred. There was a really annoying voice in his head.
"Are. You. Asleep?"
R.R. opened one eye. He tried to locate the person talking to him before realising it was Benny.
"Well I was until you woke me up with all the grace of a foghorn."
"What's a foghorn?"
"It was a… never mind," came R.R.s weary reply.
"Well anyway I was good on those two favours, if you wanted to know."
R.R. sat up straight. He needed to hear this.
"Well?" he asked plainly.
"As per your second request, a box of the stuff should be headed your way about now…"
There was a quick flash of light and a small box materialised on the floor.
"That was quick."
"Well a guy I've got under suspension knew some people and all I had to do was threaten him with dropping him off the Damocles. The cheeky sod even said Call me if you need a supply of the stuff."
"What did you do?"
"I dropped him off the Damocles."
R.R. smiled at that but his thoughts were cut off.
"-Listen R.R., I really don't like what you're doing, especially without Jeremiah or Roy knowing…"
"Let me worry about them," R.R. snapped, "What about my other request?"
"Well, in your inquiry about a corpse in the 'Secret Weapon' room I have to say…"
R.R. held his breath.
"…the results are negative."
R.R. almost died of fright.
"NEGATIVE?" he screeched, "What the hell do you mean by negative?"
"I mean as in there was no dead body!"
"The capsule! You checked around the capsule and in it?"
"Of course! No-one can get in that room except me or Princess Lilia so this supposed cadaver couldn't have been cleared away, as well as the fact you were the only one in it…"
R.R. froze, "What do you mean I was the only one in it?"
Benny responded with an answer that shocked R.R. to the core:
"YOU WERE THE ONLY PERSON IN THAT CAPSULE!"
"Bullshit!" roared R.R., "C.C. was in there! I know it!"
"…I'm sorry, but you're wrong."
R.R. tried to make sense of what was happening. How could this be? How could C.C. not be there? Was he going mad?
Had he been hallucinating?
Had C.C. even died?
No!he thought to himself, C.C. definitely died! I saw her die in front of me! Her Geass mark was gone! She gave her life to lengthen mine! Who else saw…?
"Empress Lilia!" R.R. said triumphantly, "When she came to get me, she saw C.C., I swear it! She even asked who she was!"
He could hear Benny tapping away at his computer.
"Well, apparently," he said, "Her report says otherwise…"
R.R.s blood turned to ice.
"… and I quote; 'I remember R.R. being quite strange. He seemed to be muttering under his breath and looking back at the capsule. It was like he thought he had left something behind…"
"Bullshit," whispered R.R.
"Well that's what it says here," Benny said with a hint of annoyance, "And I don't like doubting the Empress's official report."
R.R. was shaken up.
"Thanks Benny," he said shakily.
"Don't come asking for anymore favours," huffed Benny and he cut off the transmission.
R.R. sat on the bed for a while, before staggering over to the box on the floor. With shaky hands, he opened it.
Along with a piece of injection equipment, there was vial upon vial of Refrain.
"What is this place?" asked an awed Lelouch.
Three men stood in the cavern, a massive chamber filled with rock and ruin. Skeletons and pieces of flotsam and jetsam were strewn around the extraordinary expanse. It looked like an ancient battle had taken place here and one side hadn't stood a chance. Lelouch peered at some of the bones and black patches that were once blood.
"These are the skeletons of children," he whispered. Whoever had won this fight must have been an awe-inspiring man.
"This was once a coven, a research lab. They experimented on children and civilians," came the voice of his greatest general and bodyguard, Zero.
"Who owned it?" asked Emperor Lelouch.
"The old Britannia, under Charles ze Britannia, 98th Emperor," replied Zero, "But this was run by his brother, V.V."
Lelouch smiled, "That's a strange name."
"This is all very well, but why am I here?" asked the third man.
Lelouch smiled, "Amadeus, you are here to take part in a very special test."
Amadeus frowned slightly, "I don't see what the Calikarcha can hope to do in this ruin."
Amadeus Tyrone was a handsome young man in his late twenties, with jet black hair and a winning smile. He also bore the rank of Calikarcha; the Emperor's top assassin. He had never failed a hit and was proficient in every weapon and martial art under the sun. He could kill anyone using anything, from a tank to a blade of grass. If that wasn't enough he was also a superb professor in sociology – he could befriend anyone and gain their trust in less than a month. It was even said that he was so smooth with words he could convince some targets to commit suicide.
Zero looked at him through his mask, "There is an ancient relic underneath this cavern. It was once called the Twilight Gate."
Amadeus raised an eyebrow, "And how is this related to my profession?"
"It isn't. We just need someone utterly loyal to Emperor Lelouch."
"So why not you?"
"Because I'm more important."
Amadeus could have sworn Zero was smiling. But you can't really tell when someone is when they have a mask on with a voice muffler.
"So what is this Twilight Gate?" he asked.
Lelouch rubbed his hands together, "Let's find out."
They found a large, spiral staircase at the back of the cavern and descended. It looked like it went on for a while.
"So who was V.V.?" asked Lelouch.
"Apparently he was an immortal child who researched on the causes of eternal life," answered Zero.
Lelouch laughed, "Immortal! Then why is he not alive at the moment?"
"Because the legend goes that his brother, Charles, betrayed him and stole his immortality."
"'Stole' his immortality?" Lelouch scoffed, "How plebeian this story is. So why isn't he alive then?"
"I don't know," replied Zero.
"Maybe someone stole it off him?" laughed Amadeus, "Like a game of Hot Potato except you want the potato."
They descended in silence again until Amadeus asked, "No-one has explained why you've chosen me to do… wait what am I supposed to do?"
"Oh did no-one tell you?" said Lelouch, faking shock, "We expect you to die Amadeus."
The Calikarcha turned his head around to check if it was a joke, but a bullet punctured his skull and carried half his brain out of it. He keeled over and fell through the gap in the spiral staircase to smash into the ground many steps below.
Zero lowered the smoking pistol and pocketed it.
"Was it really necessary to do that here?" asked Lelouch.
"You decided to mention his death," replied Zero, "And he was a very dangerous man. I decided to act first."
"Very good."
When they finally arrived at the bottom of the staircase all that was there were more skeletons, a dark tunnel and the broken body of Amadeus Tyrone.
"So where is it?" asked an impatient Emperor Lelouch.
"Where's what?" replied Zero.
"The gate, you idiot!" Lelouch said exasperatingly, "Where is this bloody Twilight Gate?"
But Zero had knelt down and was investigating the skeletons.
"This was an old railway. The track leads down the tunnel," said Zero.
"Your expertise on locomotives is fascinating," said Lelouch sarcastically, "But I haven't got a gate in front of me yet!"
"These skeletons are charred and burned. They were blown up. If there had been a knightmare in the tunnel then it could have-"
"Zero!"
The masked man slowly turned to look at his emperor.
"Sir?"
"Where is this gate?"
"Down the tunnel."
"Then let's go. You're dragging Amadeus."
They finally arrived at the gate.
"That's it?" asked Lelouch, unimpressed.
It stood as tall as a two-story building and was set into the stone wall as if it had existed for thousands of years. Two massive, bleak stone panels would swing inward to reveal what lay behind. The only thing that marked it out was a strange falcon-symbol set into the centre of the doors.
"What is that symbol?" Lelouch asked, pointing upwards at it.
"Scholars at the archives say that is supposed to represent the mark of eternal life," Zero replied.
"Eternal life…" whispered Lelouch.
But there was something familiar about this that he couldn't quite remember. Then it hit him.
"There was one of these upstairs, wasn't there?"
"Yes, but that was destroyed in the battle and it served another purpose."
"Which was?"
"To allow a person to enter a weapon that could destroy God."
"Destroy God?" Lelouch mused, "How childish."
They looked up at the massive gate.
"So," Lelouch said, "How do we open it?"
"Allow me."
Zero dragged the battered and dusted corpse of Amadeus up to the gigantic gate and laid him up against it. Blood trickled out of his body and around the door.
Then, all of a sudden, the falcon-symbol blazed crimson and the massive doors thundered inward. They slowly opened, revealing what lay on the other side.
"My God," whispered Lelouch, "So this is the-"
"That's right sir. This is the Twilight Gate. Also known as the Well of Souls.
It allows resurrection."
In Jeremiah's bedroom, the cyborg slept, his servos and muscles relaxing for the night. His ancient body might carry him for a few more years, but no more. But in the darkness, someone else had different plans for his death.
Crane hung from the mahogany rafters above Jeremiah. The cyborg was on his back, mouth hanging open as he snored blissfully. It was almost too easy.
The ninja carefully lowered a small string that he hung above Jeremiahs open mouth. Then with his other hand he carefully took a medicinal injection tool and squeezed a few drops onto the string. The deadly poison travelled, thanks to gravity, down the string and into Jeremiahs gaping jaw. He stirred and groaned once before falling into one sleep he would never wake up from.
The ninja clambered like a monkey onto the ground, heading off to wipe out the rest of the house's occupants.
Because, the ninja noted, no matter who you are, or what you've done, there is no avoiding death.
Meanwhile, down by the airstrip, two men were on patrol.
"Hey Red," said Green, "There's something wrong."
"What do you mean?" asked his best friend, "What's wrong?"
"Well, nothing's wrong, but, you know, it's like… like it feels like something's wrong, you know what I mean?"
"It's because it's our first night here: You're nervous."
"Seriously."
"Listen, if you're scared of the dark then don't volunteer for night patrol."
"I'm not scared of the-"
"It's like my grandma used to say: There's no killers hiding in the dark, just the shadows of killers."
Green stared at him.
"Ok, she might have been a bit crazy," admitted Red, "But here's the thing: She was never wrong."
R.R. trembled. He swayed over the desk in his room, in pitch blackness. His mind was a mess. Several cans of cheap alcohol lay on the floor. In his right hand he held an injection apparatus with a vial of Refrain in it. In his left, he held a large knife. He was wondering which one to stab into his wrist.
What kind of rush would suicide give me? he thought, No doubt C.C. did it dozens, maybe even hundreds of times over her life. I need to feel pain.
But C.C. is just waiting in that vial. She can be with me as long as I want, as long as I desire…
He thought he heard a floorboard creek outside.
Am I really that weak that I'll just take Refrain. It destroys people, turns their brain to shit and breaks their heart. Am I really that weak…?
Suicide would be even weaker wouldn't it? No… I wouldn't die. So is it alright…?
The floor creaked behind him.
He spun the knife around and embedded it inside something vital behind him. A man, dressed all in black, clutched at the knife in his neck and gasped for breath as blood poured out his mouth.
"What were you trying to do?" asked R.R., lost in his own idiocy and madness.
The ninja fell to his knees, still trying to draw his last few breaths.
"You were trying to kill me, weren't you? Heh… I can't even kill myself, and you thought you could kill me?" R.R. was getting angry now, his violet eyes aflame.
The ninja keeled over, rasping.
"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?" R.R. shouted, "Do you how many people I've killed? Do you know how many people I've betrayed? Who do you think killed his own father and claimed the throne for himself? Do you know how many have looked at me and seen a demon? All this power, all this legacy and you, you pathetic little, backstabbing, cowardly, shit-eating Britannian fuck thought you could KILL ME?"
He grabbed the katana out of the sheath on the dead ninja's back. He walked out of his room, drunk on madness and booze.
"COME OUT HERE AND FACE ME! COME OUT AND PLAY! YOU HIDE IN THE SHADOWS AND CALL YOURSELF MEN? COME OUT AND FIGHT LELOUCH VI BRITANNIA, THE ONLY DEMON EMPEROR!"
Two minutes earlier…
Lucia lay in Raven's bed with her arms wrapped around him. It had been the greatest night of her life. None of the big-money chess wins or raves had made her feel as good as he had. She wanted to stay there forever and never move from his side. They would stay together and after the rebellion had been won then they could find a place, settle down and live together…
Lost in her daydreams Lucia didn't notice the glum expression on Raven's face. Then she remembered his worried expression at the warehouse.
"What's wrong?" she asked, concerned.
His expression changed in a microsecond, to that of a warm and smiling young man. Lucia felt her heart give out with love.
"Nothing's wrong," he smiled.
Lucia almost believed him, with his sudden smile and handsome face. But there was still that nagging doubt. She didn't want it to upset him though, so she changed subject.
"What's your real name?" she asked, "I doubt the midwife at your birth said to your parents 'I present to you a son! Raven!'"
"I… don't like my name," Raven replied, uncomfortably.
"You don't like it?" Lucia said, incredulous, "A name is who you are! It is your identity and yourself! No-one can take that away from you."
Raven mumbled something under his breath.
"What?" asked Lucia.
"Corax Kasadian," Raven said with as much dignity as he could muster, "The stupidest name ever invented."
Lucia stared at him, her violet eyes intense.
"I think it's beautiful," she whispered.
Raven was taken aback. He looked down.
"You, you really think so?" he mumbled.
"Definitely," Lucia looked at him. "Better than mine anyway!" she laughed.
"I think Lucia's a beautiful name," Raven said looking into her eyes, "Why don't you like it?"
It was Lucia's turn to look away. "Because it isn't mine," she said mournfully.
"What do you mean?"
"I had no name," she replied, remembering, "I was just a silly little girl who came from the streets. I had never met anyone who cared about me. They all just looked at me with condescending stares and patronising speech. And then R.R. appeared. He just saved me from all those bastards. He gave me my name. Never before had I felt so complete. He was the first person who had ever cared about me.
"But there was something wrong. I think he had lost someone close to him and I just reminded him of her. He seemed so completely lost, I just had to help him."
"You're a very kind woman," Raven said staring into her brilliant eyes.
She stared back. "Thank you."
Raven pulled his eyes away. He so wanted to take her with him into the sunset.
"Why do you fight?" he asked, "Britannia mistreated you, but you could still live well as a half-breed."
She smiled at him, "Isn't it obvious? The rebellion is my family. And I'll always fight alongside you."
"But… what if we… why don't you come with me?"
"Huh?"
"Why don't we just ride off together?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, not fully understanding him.
"What I mean-" but he was cut off. They could hear a distant noise.
"What's that?" asked Lucia.
"It sounds like shouting," Raven said, his voice hard.
"It sounds like R-" but before she could finish, Raven pushed her off the bed.
Something small, sharp and silent shot through the sliding door and embedded itself in the wooden bedframe where Lucia's head had just been. Raven rolled out of bed and picked up his combat knife from under the bed and held it in front of him.
A ninja burst through the thin door, katana in hand and evil in his eyes. He leapt at Raven.
Lucia screamed as blades collided and bodies rolled around the room. In all the confusion, she realised she couldn't use her Geass on the dark-dressed assassin as he wouldn't stop moving.
He spun, he slided, he spat. The ninja pushed Raven back, his katana missing Raven by millimetres with every swing, always stepping forward, barely taking a breath, thrashing like a crocodile, stabbing like a mad-man.
But Raven was a skilled warrior, even when naked, and fought back a fighting retreat as the ninja pressed his advantage. He ducked and weaved against the supersonic swings of the powerful warrior. It was like trying to dodge his own shadow. No matter how much he stepped back, the ninja followed him pace for pace.
So Raven took the offensive, by rolling under the next swing and past the ninja. He swung his arm around, knife in hand, and stuck it in the back of the leg of his attacker.
The ninja didn't even scream, but he dropped to one knee. Raven sensed his advantage and took out the knife, ready to embed it in the ninja's head.
But the ninja was smarter than that. He spun around on his left leg and slashed behind him with the katana. Raven ducked back but was unable to avoid the sword. The cut didn't go deep but there was a long red line across his belly that dribbled blood. It was the first time in many years that someone else had spilt Raven's blood and he crashed over backwards in shock, dropping the knife.
The ninja stood over him, indifferent to the pain in his leg, and raised his katana high for the fatal blow.
"Hey! Fuckface!" shouted Lucia and threw a pencil at the back of the ninja's head.
The ninja spun around. It was all she needed.
"The shadows won't save you now!" she snarled. A red falcon-symbol seen only by the ninja shot out of her eye and entered his. It penetrated through to his brain and entered the deepest and darkest part of his mind.
He fell over backwards as the world around him turned to ash.
Creatures of magnificent malevolence towered over him with bodies of wriggling insects and the eyes of snakes. Screams rang through the air as the landscape changed around him. A world of twisted flesh, broken bones and rivers of blood took shape around him. A thousand nightmares towered over him and laughed at his miserable existence. Victims of his previous missions crawled out of the damned rivers and screamed at him, screaming their fear, screaming their hatred, screaming for their own pathetic lives. Demons of a thousand mythologies and Hells came for him in darkness, in light, in shadow. He screamed as they laughed. His own family came crawling out of the ground shouting their hate and curses against him. Hell existed in his head. They were coming for him, all around him, shouting and laughing, cursing and spitting. And always screaming. Never ending screams came from every throat, even his own. Screams and screams. He blocked his ears with his hands, but they grew mouths as well and screamed even louder than anything else. His toes turned to worms and wriggled into the ground of torn flesh. His tongue tried to shove itself down his own throat, to choke him until he threw up his own guts.
But then, out of the shadows and nightmares, came a woman. Radiant light beamed out of her, a beacon of hope in the encroaching darkness. Her hair flowed around her, as the demons shrank back, still screaming but now far away like a distant echo. She approached him and looked down at him with pitying eyes. His heart started racing faster, almost at the point of giving out. She stretched out a hand, with the ninja not even recognising it as the one that threw a pencil just a few seconds before. He didn't dare touch the hand that was offered for him for the fact that he might defile such human perfection. He might have been witnessing an angel, he did not know, as he had never practised Christianity. But the golden woman was just a beautiful sight before him and was radiant in her awe inspiring power.
"Why are you here?" she asked in a divine voice.
The ninja did not speak despite his tongue not choking him anymore. The sight before him was too celestial for him to speak.
"Why are you here?" asked Lucia, more firmly.
"To… to kill… everyone," and at his own confession, he started weeping.
She looked down lovingly, like a mother with a scolded son.
"Who sent you?" she asked.
The ninja looked up at her in awe.
"Who. Sent. You?" a voice filled with burning passion.
"Z…Z…Zero!" the ninja roared the name that formed on his lips.
And at once, the connection broke. He was back in the room, with two naked figures staring him down. He was shocked and stunned.
"Raven, please finish it," Lucia said, turning away.
However, the ninja hadn't reached his position without having to make split-second decisions. He pointed his right arm at the back of the girl and slapped it with his left.
"Lucia! Duck!" screamed Raven.
It was more instinct than Raven's warning that caused her to duck as the shruiken flew over her head and embedded itself in the wall. There was a loud popping noise and the room filled with black smoke.
"Lucia, he's escaping!"
"I… I can't see!" cried Lucia, coughing hard.
"Lie down! There will be less smoke near the ground."
They lay down trying to be as silent as possible. There was no sound and no sight. Eventually they heard running.
"In here!" cried Roy.
"Roy!" shouted Raven in warning, "There's a ninja in here!"
"Raven?" asked Roy, trying to peer through the smoke, "The ninja's gone, my men are chasing him down! Crawl towards the door. Shinto, open some windows."
"Let us just get some clothes first!" said Raven.
"Us?" Roy said, confused. It then dawned on him. "Lucia?"
"Hi Roy!" came Lucia's voice.
"Oh. Right."
R.R. stood in absolute horror as he watched a ninja come out of Jeremiah's room.
Jeremiah… oh God no…
The ninja, Crane, saw him.
They stared at each other down the corridor.
"You… you killed him?" asked R.R., unbelieving.
"Was my duty," replied the near-invisible assassin, "To the throne."
"Do… do you know who he was?" asked R.R., a rising power in his voice.
The ninja just stared at him.
"He was Jeremiah Gottwald. He had seen three centuries of existence. Three centuries of life. Three centuries of absolute, unswerving loyalty to me. That was all he ever was. Loyal."
"Loyalties must clash in this world," the ninja replied, "This is the way of war. What did you do to Hyen-"
"I fought him in these very mountains," R.R. said, indifferent to the ninja's presence, "His loyalty never stopped, never wavered. I mocked him, laughed at him, destroyed his standing in the world so badly that he stopped at nothing to try to kill me."
Crane stared at him, confused about the story this young man was telling him.
"But then his true loyalty was discovered. He was the only one of the Black Knights who stood with me when they all stabbed me in the back. He led my forces into battle under the shadow of the monstrous Damocles and trumped the Knight of Six under the smoke and fire of that climatic battle."
The ninja began to realise just who was standing before him.
"And he was there at my side when Zero killed C.C. and I. He never disobeyed an order and never left my side. His loyalty was unmatched. And you killed him."
The ninja charged, his sword in front of him. He pulled his arms back and stabbed his katana straight through R.R.'s heart. But R.R. felt nothing. He just stared behind the ninja, his eyes exploring a long ago memory.
"The only one who knew my real identity. The only one who would have undying loyalty to whatever my aim. The last one who truly knew me and my plans. And you killed him."
He finally looked at the warrior before him. The man was trembling. He was twisting the sword, trying to bring about the death of a mad, forgotten emperor.
"And. You. Killed. Him," said R.R. looking at the figure of the assassin.
"I…," the ninja tried to speak, tried to comprehend the sight before him, "I… am sorry."
"SORRY?" spat R.R., blood flying out his mouth and into the ninjas face, "YOU KILLED HIM! IN THE DARK! IN HIS SLEEP! YOU KILLED THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW MY SECRET! THE WORLD ENVISIONED FOR NUNNALY, KALLEN, SUZAKU AND ALL THE REST! ONLY HE KNEW OF IT!
"...and me," he added softly.
Crane was almost crying with fear, "Please spare me, oh immortal demon emperor!"
"What?" asked R.R. plainly.
"Please… please spare me," begged the ninja.
"What is my name?" asked R.R., as Crane fell to his knees, his sword still embedded inside the figure before him.
"You.. you… are…"
"WHAT IS MY NAME, COWARD?" roared Lelouch.
"The… the Demon Emperor… Lelouch vi Britannia!" cried the ninja.
R.R. whipped his right hand upward and decapitated Crane with one stroke of the stolen katana. As his head smacked the ground, blood squirted upwards and showered R.R. with a fountain of gore.
R.R. let the blood drench him in all its majestic crimson. He closed his eyes as the fluid of his enemy drenched him. He slowly pulled the other katana out of him with his left hand so that he held one in each hand.
Nunnally, C.C., Suzaku, Kallen, Jeremiah… they are all dead. Heroes, long forgotten in the expanse of time. They no longer affect me, control me. Whatever I did, I never did it for myself. But they are gone now. I am immortal. I can do what I want. There will no more weakness. No more pathetic little things like Refrain. I am in command. I have nothing left to do except take what I want. All my life I have surrounded myself in lies. This time I will surround myself with corpses, whether they be friend or foe. And I will rule.
"Well then," Lelouch grinned, "I have returned. And I have come to change everything."
Roy spun around the corner and stopped suddenly. His men came round as well and almost barrelled into him. They all stopped and stared, in awe-filled horror, at the sight before them.
A figure stood above a corpse. The dead ninja was missing his head. The figure was covered in blood, a katana in each hand. His hair was scarlet, his clothes crimson and his face red. Only his amethyst eyes were untouched. And they burned with such intensity that they seemed to almost glow. Roy saw the madman in his gaze and shook.
"R.R.?" he almost squeled the words.
R.R. looked at him.
"Roy, have everything packed up and ready to ship out in an hour. I want everyone up now."
"Sir… where's Jeremiah?"
"Jeremiah is dead. As his second-in-command I will take control of the White Knights. No-one will oppose me. Is that understood?"
"Yessir!" gulped Roy as his men saluted, "But sir, what do we do now?"
R.R. grinned.
"Now we will make an army, take Japan and crush Britannia."
As these words sank in, R.R. remembered something he had heard only a few hours before.
Welcome to the Jungle. If you're not tough enough to survive then you'll never get out.
He laughed.
As Emperor Lelouch looked into the Twilight Gate he remembered an old song he liked as a child.
We seem destined to live in fear
And some that would say Armageddon is near
But where there's a life while there's hope
That man won't self-destruct
Why can't we treat our fellow men
With more respect and a shake of their hands
But anger and loathing is rife
The death on all sides is becoming a way of life
We live in an uncertain world
Fear understanding and ignorance lead to death
Only the corpses are left
For vultures to pray on their bones
He laughed out loud.
"I really am the Demon Emperor! For who else could go into Hell and bring back the dead?"
Watch episode 14 of Code Geass R2 for a reference for the Twilight Gate (or go to youtube and put this in /watch?v=ziQ6wRQV2AE 2:40).
Song at the end is 'The Legacy' by Iron Maiden. What? If FIWE can include Daft Punk then I can include metal! :)