I thought this fandom had enough angst but I guess not so here's my contribution. An alternate ending to Valvrave. The bad ending.

They had lost.

Even now, L-elf was struggling to fathom his situation. The biggest challenge was that they had lost. Even though his plans had been perfect. Even though everyone had done their jobs. Even though they had lost so many people, they still lost.

'Why did I ever expect anything different? Cain always wins.' But L-elf had wanted to believe. He wanted to have faith in their cause and their determination as humans. In the end, it wasn't enough.

Now, the magius had given up the long held secrecy and were out in the open, using their abilities to enslave the human race. Runes were collected periodically through a mandatory donating service. If L-elf were a normal citizen, he would be spending his days as a civilian, going to a donation site on a bi-monthly basis to have them take the runes from his body.

But L-elf was not normal. He was the man who started a revolution. As such, in this new world order, he was given to Cain as a gift. A collar was placed on his neck, one that Cain could use to kill him at any moment that pleased him. But Cain didn't want to kill him. He had said as much when L-elf was first presented to him.

"Death would simply be a release for you. I am going to keep you and discipline you properly as your mentor."

And so Cain had fed from L-elf directly. Moreover, it was not every two months with a set amount, as every other person was required to do. Cain took what he wanted when he wanted. L-elf felt as though it was only a matter of time before he began to weaken and perhaps lose his own memories. He didn't want to ever forget and he knew that was not Cain's intention.

This man wanted him to be completely lucid and to remember every single moment that led up to his failure. And to suffer for it. All because they had lost. All because L-elf had wanted to believe. In himself, the JIORans he had fought with, and in Haruto. Every time he remembered that name, it brought a pang in his chest. He had spent Haruto's final moments with him in the Valvrave.

It was a bittersweet moment. He had finally admitted to being friends and then that friend was dead. L-elf had thought that at least Haruto could rest in peace. This way, the magius could not hurt him. But of course life was not that merciful. When they had captured L-elf, they had taken Haruto's corpse. He had demanded to know what they would do with his body but that had ignored him.

Later, Cain had taken L-elf to see the work they were doing himself. Even in death, Haruto did not know rest. The magius and a few human doctors had been doing research on him. While now, he was floating in a large vat of runes, L-elf could see the cuts on his body. Marks of recent dissections. While he was dead, the scars were repairing themselves. Perhaps that was part of their studies.

What mattered was the L-elf had failed Haruto in every way possible. This person who had never given up on him, even when he was completely useless in the aftermath of Lieselotte's death, who had fought to the bitter end. Usually, L-elf defied Cain in the smallest of ways. He would look on hatefully as the man fed, even if he wasn't in his line of sight. If he was in reach, L-elf would grab him in a tight hold, gripping him almost painfully.

The day he showed him Haruto, L-elf did none of this. Cain would feed from multiple places. Sometimes he bit into his neck, other times his arm, or somewhere else. Tonight, L-elf had laid on his back submissively while Cain hovered over him and took from his neck. L-elf wished that he could forget. Just forget it all. He wanted to become an aimless husk with no memory of the friends he had made.

Of promises broken.

Of the future he had hoped for.

Of the battle he had lost.

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