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Flashback "Talking"
A World of Lies
"My sister and I were sick and angered by the world, we therefore both sworn an oath; to create a world without Hatred."
Stage 1: "The Beginnings of Ragnarok"
"Now then, my little sister. Would you help me? Help me build a world without lies?"
"You don't need to ask… big brother." the girl sweetly replied, although her eyes shone determination and a certain thirst of blood against all who wronged her precious sibling.
(Pendragon, 2010 a.t.b)
"Lelouch, my son, come here." the booming voice of the 98th Emperor of the Holy Britannian Empire, Charles zi Britannia, echoed across his lavish throne room.
And here the sight of looming figure of pure muscle, his body adorned by a regal yet militaristic outfit, befitting for an Emperor; sitting in his Imperialistic Throne. And a little child at the age of ten, with raven hair, kneeling humbly in front of him. Yet, his face betrayed his otherwise submissive pose as it hides a teasing smile.
"How were your studies, my son?" the Emperor asked.
"I finished it with time to spare. The lessons were quite mundane, to be honest, your majesty." the boy replied, a hint of playfulness was detected.
The White-haired monarch rose from his seat and began to ruffle the boy's head; the toddler giggled innocently.
"As should be, you are the son of the great Marianne the Flash and Charles zi Britannia. I expect nothing less from you, Lelouch."
It was a heartwarming picture, a typical bonding between father and son.
However, Charles zi Britannia was unlike most fathers. For one, he had an unbelievable amount of children, all of which were from a total of 108 consorts that make up the Royal Family. The boy was the eleventh prince, the eldest child of Marianne vi Britannia. For a second, Charles couldn't care less about his children. Much less acknowledge them as a family even However Lelouch was one of the few exceptions; and to the knowledge of only Him and his favoured wife, was the Emperor's most beloved child. Lelouch, and his younger sister, Nunnally; were the only two children that the mighty King showed any paternal love… or even affection in general.
Yes, Charles wasn't really the best father figure. But heck, he was the Emperor for crying out loud.
And Marianne, even if she was the fifth Imperial consort, she was the favourite among all of the other 107 in the large harem. Well, she was one of the major reasons why he became the powerful figure he is today; that woman had more blood on her hands than the average soldier. Her children, fortunately (or unfortunately), were omitted from that horrific fact.
But Marianne loved her children very much, and would rather watch the world burn if any of her two brats had been hurt. Her devotion to her son and daughter were only rivalled by enthusiasm in her new Knightmare Frame, the Ganymede; and her utter loyalty for her husband.
"I trust you will continue to grow, my son. I am hoping to leave the Empire in your hands by the time you're ready. "
The favourite child indeed, Charles only gave genuine encouragements to Lelouch alone. Not Oddyseus (he was too mediocre), Schneizel (competent yet conniving), Not Cornelia (She was too much Militant), Not Guinevere (Too shallow and selfish), and especially not Clovis. All of his other children… well, at least they still have allowances. But Lelouch, even if he was only a small toddler… he's gifted. Yes, he could see the boy had been promised with a glorious purpose. His eyes… his eyes were just like him. Bold, competitive, and exudes power.
Even if the Noble Court would say otherwise, slander Lelouch's name for having "commoner's blood". Damn their utter stupidity, he had long grown tired of the bloody game, the game of politics. The sooner that Marianne's son… no, His Son grows up; the better.
"Wow! Look at that, two of my men, having their old-fashioned bonding session!" a perky voice teased.
Charles looked at the voluptuous woman entering his private quarters, not that he minded mind you. The raven-haired beauty was carrying two little girls in her arms. Both were soundly asleep, using her ample bosom as a comfortable pillow. One was brown-haired, and the other was pink.
"These two girls of mine were all tuckered out! They ran around the villa for most of the afternoon!~" she basically sang. Gently placing the two youngsters in one of the large beds that were conveniently in the Throne Room.
Don't ask why though.
"Mother! Good to see you!" Lelouch greeted and was rewarded with a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
The young prince then turned to his two sisters, well the other one was his half-sibling… but Euphemia li Britannia practically lived in the Vi Britannia household, the Aries Villa. Euphemia was the younger daughter of Victoria li Britannia, but that woman; as Charles described very bluntly as a "parasitic harlot and a worthless narcissist that he could only wonder on how the blood-soaked, sulfuric hell did she gave birth to a humble yet competent Cornelia and the unbearably pacifistic Euphemia.".
Victoria was almost of an absentee parent than Charles was… yeah, that level of negligence.
So, being the "benevolent" Commoner Empress she was, Marianne all but officially adopted the two li Britannia sisters under her wing. The older Cornelia basically idolized her as a Goddess and enlisted in the military to be more like her. It would be an understatement to say that Cornelia succeeded in the academy; she flourished in it.
And Euphemia, but the bubblegum-coloured princess preferred to be called "Euphie"; was massively enamoured with Marianne he Flash, treating her like a mother she never had, with the latter genuinely reciprocating.
All in all, discounting the mostly indifferent Emperor, they were a tight family.
Lelouch relieved himself from his Father's gaze as he focused his undivided attention for his two favourite sisters.
"Tch." the monarch grumbled, rolling his eyes.
"Oh come now, Charles! Turn that petty frown upside-down! We're alone here! No one but Gottwald and Bismarck guarding the doors. It's just us and the children!" the former Knight of Two teased. Hugging his bulky frame lovingly.
And for one moment, just one moment. The indifferent Emperor smiled. Not the intimidating, demeaning, and malicious smile he always gave during the meetings. But a true smile of happiness as the couple stared at the three, innocent children.
"Alright, Marianne. I'll indulge you for now."
"Charles… you left me."
A little boy, dressed in fine garbs, his long, blonde hair enveloping his entire frame; was hiding behind a curtain, absolutely seething in hatred towards the Royal Family.
He was known as V.V. Charles' older brother. Even if his appearance will say otherwise. He has an immortal code, making him immune to age.
"You said you we would rid the world of lies. So, why leave everything you ever believed in… just for a pathetic idea of family."
He gritted his teeth repulsively.
"I'm you're only family, Charles. As your older brother, I must guide you to the light once more."
"And I'll start with you… Marianne!"
It was night in the capital of Pendragon
"Come on, Lelouch! I saw Lady Marianne went this way!"
"Hey Euphie, wait up! You know… that I'm not into… running!" he wheezed.
"Ah! Why isn't it wonderful for a darling such as you to visit me."
The immortal toddler merely grumbled in agitation.
"Now, don't worry about anything. I left the Royal Guard outside the hall, no one will disturb us. So let us go straight to the point. Why did you ask me?"
V.V smirked.
"You know, Marianne. I never did like you… ever since you came to the picture. My younger brother had changed over time. And much to my severe blunder, I ignored it. But now… you both left me and the Sword of Akasha for almost three months now."
Marianne simply laughed in amusement. "Dear Heavens, Charles and I just talked about this earlier. "
"Since the very beginning, it was always the woman who lead the man astray."
"V.V, I don't know you're pointing at?"
The commoner empress' expression turned neutral, expecting a little scuffle with the immortal. The sheer silence between the two only vanished when the booming drawl of breath was heard.
"Marianne! What is the meaning of this?! I saw your royal guard outside and- Brother!"
The Emperor stared at the diminutive boy with a wary disposition. Both fists already balled.
"Oh. Hello Charles. I'm just telling this harlot of yours' to back off. We're wasting valuable time in completing the Ragnarok Connection as is. So back away and let your big brother-"
Charles then stood in front of his wife, blocking V.V from Marianne.
"Tsk. Charles. I said, Out of the way."
Charles sighed. "V.V. Brother, we're done with researching the Ragnarok Connection!"
"What?!"
Marianne interjected. "After much thinking, it would be presumptuous of us to even start this. We have no solid guarantee that it will even work to our liking. C.C was wary from the start."
"As much as I wanted to rid of this impudent world from its deceitful lies… but the Ragnarok Connection is a big "if". Maybe it'll work; maybe it'll not. And I don't gamble with Maybe's".
Just give it up, brother. Let us just enjoy the finer things in life and just forget about the past."
"Give it up!? Charles, we promised to kill God! To rid the world of its lies! We made a promise! And just a woman will halt our plans?! How could we even forgot what happened to us-
"Brother the past is dead. All we have now is the present… and a future! I am saying this now. The Thought Elevators will recede into obscurity. You could continue your research in the Geas Directorate- "
"NO! After almost a century of planning… I would not let your stupidity get in the way of OUR oath!"
Charles' eye twitched in annoyance.
"You're labouring under a delusion. The Ragnarok Connection has no future. If we would continue that farce of "killing" god. What then?"
"Besides, even if we still pursue in finishing the Sword, we wouldn't be able to activate it. C.C had all but gave up on it for about a year now. V.V. Charles and I just want to cut our losses and-"
The deafening howl of a sub-machine gun polluted the air. Marianne the Flash's body was instantaneously bombarded with hot lead; leaving a horrified Emperor in front of the shattered corpse of his wife.
"Lelouch! What's that! It's loud!" the pink girl immediately hugged her half-brother in fear.
The Eleventh Prince just stood there, paralyzed from the sound. He wasn't scared from the deafening screech of what he believed as gunshots. No, he was paralyzed because of where he heard it.
"Eu...Euphie! It came from the main hall!" he stuttered, cold sweat leaking from his forehead.
"Marianne! V.V… why!?"
"She was in the way, little brother."
"You… you planned all of this… why you worthless traitor. A treasonous piece of filth!" Charles towered in front of his "brother", revealing a pistol from his coat. Hitting the smaller assailant in the shoulder.
The young immortal simply shrugged, but his face contorted into malevolent fury. He steadied his firearm once more and barraged the taller man with his remaining bullets, showering him in his own blood.
Charles weakly stumbled in his knees, weapon discarded, blood pouring out from all over his body.
He coughed up more blood before lying completely on the cold ground. "Brother…"
"Charles! You lied to me… you lied about our promise!"
Silence reigned for a few seconds before raucous laughter broke that.
Charles used his remaining strength to let out a loud laugh. "Without me… you won't finish it. Your delusions will collapse all over your weak body."
V.V glared at the dying Emperor.
"You're just like… just like all of them… hiding behind masks… lies. You were planning to kill Marianne all this time…"
"Shut up!"
"Hahahaha… you're all alone…"
"I said shut up!"
He emptied the last magazine of rounds into the fallen monarch's skull, all the while shouting profanities at his brother's corpse.
The immortal was crying, his feet stomping on the ground like a child having a temper tantrum. It would be all too late, in a few minutes, Marianne's Royal Guard will lay sight on the assassinated couple in all of its gory fashion; its suspect long was gone. The Aries Villa will also hear the screeching screams of the young prince.
(Pendragon Imperial Cemetery, 2010 a.t.b)
"Lulu… Jeremiah is waiting in the car with Nunally. We should be back soon, sister Cornelia would be worried sick by now."
"Just give me few more minutes." he sniffed.
A young child and an equally young girl hugging him. He sat there in a depressing state near the final resting place of the Empire's greatest Emperor, Charles zi Britannia. His mother, however, was buried farther away from her beloved. All because the nobles hated her "commoner blood".
"I swear Euphie, to whoever who did this… they would pay a thousand-fold." he gritted.
The two continued mourning before loud steps clanged against the marble floor.
"Say… you two are Charles' children. I sense a great disturbance inside you; it's full of strife and misery, ain't it?" a condescending query shocked the two from their sorrowful daze.
Euphie cowered behind her brother in fear of the blond murderer.
"Who are you?" the prince asked dejectedly, unperturbed. Too melancholic to even feel fear from the little boy that managed to squirm past their security.
Lelouch was wearing an unreadable mask. Although in the inside, he was boiling in pure anger. Anger and unadulterated hatred for the people that butchered his parents.
V.V smirked. The two siblings were easy pickings; both were oblivious to the fact that he was the main reason for their depression. 'Charles you rotten fool. It was all Marianne's fault for corrupting you. Don't worry, I'll be using the only son you respected to rid this world of lies. It won't be long 'til we will meet again.'
"What if I told you… I could give you the means to have your vengeance against those who killed your loved ones?"
"The means?" Euphemia meekly asked.
The code-bearer merely flicked his cape arrogantly. "Yes. Power to overcome weakness… power to bring back your loved ones. Power to change everything."
Lelouch stared at the immortal defiantly, before forming a demonic smirk not fitting for a ten-year-old. Yes, he would have vengeance for those that killed his beloved mother and respected father. And if this blonde boy could give it to them… to him. "What kind of Power?" Lelouch demanded.
'I need to secure the remaining Thought Elevators in the Chinese Federation. If Charles had not strayed from our path; we would've conquered that Asian island by now. But this ambitious brat would suffice. Yes, this boy… you are just like Charles.' V.V thought.
"The Power of the Kings."
End