A Demon Rises, A Slayer Awakes: III
Clovis la Brittania was having a bad day.
A really…really…bad day.
First, he lost the experiment he was entrusted with to a bunch of filthy Eleven Terrorists. Then, he here's that a valuable find that was discovered by Bartley was also taken en route. And then, while exterminating any and all Elevens who may have come across the missing confines in the disgusting ghettos outside the Settlement, the same terrorists who stole from him in the first place, have begun wiping out his forces in an orchestrated assault!
All of the artillery he had scattered across the city were dropping like flies, as he could see from the holographic display board on the main control bridge of the G-1 Mobile Base he was safely confined in. Whoever was directing these terrorists was a strategist on the same level and expertise as Tohdoh of Miracles.
Or perhaps…even better…!
This couldn't be happening… There was just no way this could be happening! If his father caught wind of this failure, he could kiss any chance of obtaining the throne goodbye. Not to mention, his chance of immortality would be gone forever.
The third prince of Britannia dared to ask himself how things could possibly get any worse!
The main screen on the carrion lit up, showing a man with curly lavender hair, wearing glasses, a high tailored lab coat, and a disturbingly chipper look on his face. "Hello, Your Highness!"
Clovis's frustrated scowl deepened at the sight of Lloyd Aspland, Britannia's resident mad scientist. A genius eccentric, leading member of the private military think-tank, Camelot, and the self-proclaimed 'Earl of Pudding'. The mere sight of him on screen was enough to cause his headache to grow.
"I couldn't help but notice that you're having a spot of bother with these terrorists," Asplund
noted with a smile. "Perhaps I could be of assistance?"
"This is an emergency frequency, Asplund!" Partly thundered, coming to his majesty's aid. "Stop distracting us and leave!"
"Well, correct me if I'm wrong, General, but wouldn't this situation count as an emergency?" The quirky doctor chided cheerfully, as an explosion went off a few miles away from the mobile base's location.
"W-What are you getting at, Asplund?!" Clovis nearly shrieked at the spectacled man.
"As you must be aware by now, I have been working on a little passion project of mine, thanks to the funding given by your brother, Schneizel. An experimental Frame designed to outclass any and all current Nightmare models by decades!" The Earl of Pudding explained giddily. "Unfortunately, I haven't had the chance to give it a proper field test. Not to mention, it was missing a prime piece to bring out its full potential…until now!"
"ENOUGH!" Clovis cried out, his face pale and soaked with sweat. "I don't need any help from you, or my blasted older brother!" The frantic royal strode down from his captain's chair toward the display desk. "I'm taking control of this operation! Have the units guarding the G-1 move out! Send half of them to the East Side, and the other to the West!"
"B-But, Your highness! Breaking the line of defence would leave us wide open! We'd be sitting ducks!" The portly general beseeched his superior.
"SILENCE! JUST DO AS I COMMAND!" Clovis shrieked as men rushed about to carry out his word. All the while, the panicking prince told himself that he was making the right move…
Only for time to come back and tell him he was making anything but.
The defence forces he sent to the East side of the ghettos met the same fate as the infantry and artillery stationed there prior, all to the hands of the superior monomers of the terrorists and whomever their tactical genius of a commander was. The forces sent to the West, however…
"U-Um…Y-Your Highness?"
"WHAT?! WHAT IS IT?!" The flamboyant royal snapped at the quivering corporal sitting at a monitor.
"U-Umm… we've lost contact with the defence forces you sent to the West side of the Ghetto…" The corporal stuttered, fearful of how the frustrated prince would react.
"WHAT?!" Clovis cried as he widened the display board's overview. He was so distracted by the madness going on on the East side, he didn't even consider the West. And much to his horror, just as the corporal had stated, the pilot squad sent to the West side had been utterly wiped out. Not only that but over a hundred infantry units had been slain along with them! "WHAT IN BLAZES IS HAPPENING OVER THERE?!"
"W-We've been receiving reports of a terrorist engaging with our forces over there, sire!" The corporal continued to nervously trip over his words.
"Do we know how many of them they've been dealing with?" Bartley took over for his exasperated superior, who's skin was growing whiter by the minute.
"O-One…" The corporal breathed.
"One squad? The entirety of the West side is being raised by a single squad of terrorists?!" Bartley demanded with disbelief.
The corporal shook his head. "N-No, sir…just one…one man."
The bridge fell silent.
Bartley slammed his gloved fist onto the display board, his face contorted in anger. "IS THIS SOME KIND OF A JOKE TO YOU, CORPORAL?! How dare you try to make light of our dire situation with such claims! I should have you court-marshalled for such mockery!"
"B-But, I'm telling the truth, sir! We've been receiving transmissions from our West side forces before they…" The corporal almost didn't want to answer. "W-Well, I believe you should probably hear it for yourself, sir."
"Well, put it on!" The stout man snarled.
The corporal did as told, but regretted it instantly as the incoming messages started to play on the bridge speakers.
"Eyes on target! Eyes on-GRAAAGGGHHHH!"
"He's too fast! I can't -AAAAAAAAGGGGHHH!"
"WHERE THE F$ IS HE GETTING ALL THIS FIREPOWER?!"
"POUR IT ON! GIVE HIM EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT!"
"It's no use! He's not going do-OOOOAAAAAHHHH!"
"MAY-DAY, MAY-DAY! HE'S ON TOP OF ME! HE'S ON-OOOOOAAAAAAHHH!"
"HOW IS HE DOING THIS?! HE'S JUST ONE MA-AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
"FALL BACK! ALL UNITS, FALL BA-AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGHH!"
"It's no use… WE DON'T STAND A-GYUUUUGH!"
"Merciful Heavens! Hallowed be thy name! Bless me and protect my-GYYYOOOOAHHHH!"
The entire bridge had gone deathly silent as they listened to the cries of their men in the field.
It sounded worse than the reports they were receiving from the East…
"Great Scott…!" Bartley gasped, his monocle nearly falling out from how wide his eyes were.
"W-We've been tracking the enemy's pathway, and it looks to be headed for the East side, where the terrorists were last located!" The corporal finished, panic struck across his face.
Clovis looked as pale as a corpse, his lips trembling as he turned to face the Earl of Pudding once more. "Asplund…your project…can it win this battle?"
The mad doctor held back a giggle, seeming to have been unaffected by the horrific sounds heard only seconds ago. "I'm sure we can turn this little scrap back in our favour if that's what you're asking sire." The Earl then held up a finger, wagging it at the prince like he was chastising a child. "And please, Your highness…"
"Call it the 'Lancelot'."
"EAT S £T, YOU MURDERING BRIT B%^&ARDS!"
Kallen Kozuki roared as she drove the one arm her Glasgow frame had left into the face of an opposing Sutherland. After being contacted by a stranger on her group's radio frequency, the mystery man had guided her and her allies in a rather ingenious counter-attack against the Britannians attacking Shinjuku. After the enemy forces had been dealt with, they were ordered to make a hasty retreat, Oghi advising for everyone to make it to their planned rendezvous point.
However, what neither of them seemed to predict was the sudden arrival of a large number of enemy knightmares coming in fast. The young rebel girl had the bad luck of running into said surprise forces and had no other choice but to fight her way out. A thought in the back of her head nagged at her as she fought. The way these forces had shown up, it didn't seem like it was a planned ambush. The way they showed up, coming from the West side of the ghetto, it was almost like they were running away from something…
Her pondering was cut short, when the sound of her Glasgow shutting down. Met her ears. "What?! No…No, no, no, no, no, c'mon!" The redhead tried to heave her machine into movement, but the battery of her treasured mech had finally run out. She was a sitting duck.
Sweat poured down her brow when she caught sight out of the corner of her still-working display screen, a Sutherland raising its rifle, preparing to fire. With no power to use the eject system, her fate appeared to be sealed. All she could do now was stare down the barrel of the enemy's gun, and brace herself for the end. "Sorry, Oghi…I'll say hi to Naoto for you…!"
The Britannian Knightmare took aim, a mili-second away from pulling the trigger… When a man in dark green armour came flying out of nowhere and right-looked the robot's head clean off!
Kallen's eyes shot wide open, her jaw dropping as she watched the sutherland topple to the ground, the armoured man landing on top of its collapsed frame, only to stomp on it and crush the cockpit like an empty soda can.
Blood and oil seeped out of the wreck and congealed together, as the Salyer turned to see his next target a few feet away. The Sutherland in his sights fired its slash-harkens, the bladed anchor soaring through the air toward the Hellwalker. It was childs's play for the slayer to simply raise his hand and grab the cabled blade in his waiting hand.
He gave the harken a fleeting observation, his head tilting to the side in intrigue. He didn't even spare the second cabled blade fired at him a glance as he caught it, but he did turn to face the mech to which they were connected.
Holding both tethered weapons tight, he gave them both a hard tug, like the reigns of a horse, and yanked the Sutherland they were owned by to the right, smashing it into an unaware Knightmare to its side. Another hard yank and he slammed the Knightmare-made-wrecking ball into a Sutherland on its left.
With both frames down, the Slayer snapped the cables downward, the momentum leading through the lines back to the robot connected to them. The action caused the knightmare to be pulled down and slam face-first into the ground.
Before the Slayer could do anything else, he heard a blast from a distance, and a whistle slowly growing louder. He tilted his head to the side, letting the tank shell fired at him sail by and explode against a stray building behind him. He turned and spotted the Brittanian Main Battle Tank that shot at him, approaching from a roadway to the left with a platoon of infantrymen following along.
The Doom Slayer hopped down from the nightmare he stomped on before, and drew his Heavy Cannon with the Tactical Mod once more. Taking aim, he waited for the precise moment when the tank reloaded its next shell, and fired. The bullet entered the barrel of the tank's turret, and once it hit the shell, the military vehicle exploded, taking a good number of infantry with it.
As the surviving infantry recovered and picked themselves up from the blast, the slayer began peppering them with bullets before they could get their bearings. He managed to take care of five men, until his weapon ran dry with an empty 'CLICK-ICK'.
…The pilot cracked an eye open. The Slayer pulled the trigger a few more times, only to be met with the same empty-clicking sound every time.
Hope filled the pilot's heart. This was it… The moment he needed…. The moment his allies had needed! He began to cackle with half-insane glee. "Ha…hahaha… You're out! HAHAHAHAHA! You're out of ammo, you dumb son of a b^&*h!"
The Slayer put away his weapon, slipping it back to wherever it had come from. He then looked back at the pilot, clenching his fists tight enough to pop his knuckles.
All hope fled from the pilot's heart when he realised the horrifying fact that the monster who could tear apart Knightmare frames with his bare hands had run out of ammo. "No…no, no, no, wait! Please, don't kill me! I was just following orders!"
The Unchained Predator raised his left arm, popping the Doomblade open with an intimidating 'SHNK'. The pilot paled at the sight of the jagged blade before it was then plunged into his chest. "GYAAAAHHH!"
The slayer shoved his wrist-mounted blade repeatedly into the helpless Brit, whose screams of agony slowly waned, turning into pained gargles as he choked on his own blood. With one last thrust, the Slayer ended the man's life. He stepped backwards from the fresh corpse, retracting his blade…
And then he looked over his shoulder, staring right at the red Glasgow.
Kallen broke out into a cold sweat. Through the display screen, she was able to get a close-up of the armoured man who had just come out of nowhere and torn apart an entire squad of Sutherlands, with his bare hands! She had seen the whole thing happen, but her mind was straining to believe it. When the girl caught sight of the man's eyes behind the visor of his helmet, feeling the immense fury that they held, a harrowing question entered her brain…
Was she next?
"Kallen! Kallen, are you there?! Say something!"
The rebel girl jumped and cast her eyes to the her radio when it crackled to life before Oghi's voice came barking through. Realising her mistake of taking her eyes off the stranger, she quickly snapped her head back to her display, only to find that he was gone. She released the breath she didn't realise she was holding as she picked up her radio. "I'm here, Oghi! I'm alright!"
"Thank heavens…!" The pompadoured man released a relieved breath. "Listen, we need to get a move on, now! The Britannians have sent out a brand new knightmare frame! It nearly killed me and the rest of the team!"
A new knightmare?" Kallen asked out loud, her fear of the green armoured man being forgotten for the moment.
"Yeah! Some slick-looking thing with a white-and-gold paint job." Oghi explained. "Whatever you do, do not engage! That thing is nothing like what we've been up abasing so far!"
"I couldn't, if I wanted to!" The girl answered back. "My Glasgow's battery's run dry! I'm a sitting duck out here!"
"Dammit!" The leader cursed. "You're just gonna have to abandon it! Make your way to the rendezvous point as fast as you can, and stay out of sight of any Britannians along the way!"
"Roger that!" The girl affirmed. She released the speaker on her radio, wondering if she should tell Oghi about what she had just seen. The rumble of the ground beneath her mech's feet let her know that now wasn't the time. She quickly dismounted her frame and ran from the battlefield, leaving her beloved knightmare behind.
As she ran, her mind recalled the massacre she had witnessed, and the monstrously powerful man…or whatever he was… that practically saved her. Who was he? What was he? How did he destroy all those Knightmares like they were mere toys? Was he with the voice on the radio?
And if not… Was he on their side?
"What're you doing?! Just shoot it, already!"
"I'm trying, but he's too fast-GYAAAAHHH!"
The Sutherland hijacked by one of the resistance's men was split in half by an enormous sword, its blade glowing with tangible pink light. It was welded by a Knightmare frame unlike any that had been seen by Brit or Japanese before. Gloriously beautiful and intimidating, with a white and gold-rimmed design, it glided across the war zone, taking out its enemies with deadly and fluid precession. Within the beautiful frame's cockpit, a young boy with thick brown hair and determined dark green eyes piloted the mech, wearing a uniform that closely matched the knightmare itself.
He was Suzaku Kururugi, son of the late Prime minister of Japan, Lelouch vi Britannia's closest friend, and now an honorary soldier of the Britannian military, and pilot of the experimental Knightmare Frame; The Lancelot.
"YOU B £$AAAAARD!" The last standing resistance pilot unleashed a spray of ammunition at the Lancelot, only for Suzaku to dodge past each bullet with the grace of a trained dancer, before shooting his slash-harkens out and slicing the terrorist apart. As the Lancelot reeled in its bladed anchors, Suzaku couldn't help but wonder why this was happening.
Why were these people putting up a fight they had already lost? What did they get out of dragging innocent lives into their petty struggle? How many had to die before they'd realise that living in harmony with Britannia was the only way to survive? It just didn't make sense to him. The war was over, and they lost. Just live the life you still have, and be happy to be alive at all!
"This is infantry unit 34! Can anyone read me, over?!" The speaker in the honorary soldier's headset crackled to life, a gruff man's voice coming through to him. "We're under attack! Send back-up immediately! I repeat, send-BZZZZZRRRRRT"
"Cecile! Can you track that last room's location?" Suzaku transmits to a beautiful woman in a tan-coloured military uniform, with short dark blue hair and light grey eyes.
"Already on it, Suzaku!" Cecile Croomy, assistant to Lloyd Asplund and co-engineer of the Lancelot, contacted back as she traced the signal's origin. "The transmission came from the main street area. You should be able to make it in time!"
"Thank you!" The honorary brit kicked the Lancelot into high gear, speeding through the streets at remarkable speed and taking out any unlucky hijacked Sutherlands along the way. Reaching his destination, he spotted a platoon of soldiers firing frantically towards whatever they were up against.
Suddenly, a large figure in a bulky, green, armour-plated suit came flying out from the other end of the street, depending on its prey like a vicious carnivore. A large, jagged blade attached to his left hand popped open, and as he came down upon a soldier in the wrong place at the wrong time, split him down the middle in a clean cut.
Even with all their faces covered, the Hell Walker could feel the fear radiating off of all of the men when they caught sight of the blade.
Another tried to charge him, but was met with a Doomblade to the chest, before having it ripped up and through his head, taking his head off in the process. Then in a swift motion, the Slayer spun and slashed three more soldiers in half, severing them in two from their waists. Blood splattered all over his armour and helmet, casting him in a gruesome display of green and red.
Suzaku was frozen in horror at what he was seeing. All he could do was watch this man…this monster… cut down the entire platoon like a lawnmower gone haywire!
The last infantryman alive emptied his entire round at the Hell Walker, screaming out of pure fear and fury for his murdered comrades. However, it was all for nought, as the bullets pinged off of the Slayer, like rubber pellets. The Slayer returned the favour by caving in his chest with his boot, before dividing him in two with his wrist-mounted sword.
He slashed his blade to one side, flicking the blood off to the ground when a distorted voice called out to him. "YOU!"
He turned his head and spotted the fanciest-looking mech he had ever seen. It looked too slick and polished to be called a war machine in his opinion.
"You…HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!" The pilot of the Lancelot cried out. "HOW COULD YOU KILL THOSE MEN IN SUCH A WAY?!"
The Slayer grew confused at what the driver of the snazzy robot just said. Did he not see what these f%^kwads were doing around here? Was he blind, or something?
The honorary brit grew more furious at the masked figure's silence and launched a wrist-mounted slash-harken towards him. Imagine Suzaku's surprise when the Slayer dashed out of the harken's path, faster than the eye could see. The pilot of the Lancelot fired his second harken, only for the slayer to evade once more at the last second.
Suzaku roared as he pulled his anchors back, swinging them around like whips before launching them once more. The slayer evaded the slash-harkens with ease, charging toward the Lancelot in the process.
The young solider fired both of his harkens at the same time, trying to cut the killer off. However, the Slayer jumped high into the air when the harkens struck the road where he once was and started running along the cables leading back to him.
Suzaku retracted the anchor back to him, making the Slayer jump before he could be tripped. The Lancelot pilot then swung the harken around like a whip, before the built-in thrusters of the harken launched it a second time, aimed at the Slayer. The honorary brit was sure that he had the killer caught while he was in mid-air-
The Slayer jumped once more, as if off of an invisible platform in mid-air.
The Slayer dashed through the air, pulling his fist back to deliver a devastating punch. Suzaku wasn't about to take any chances, as he activated his Blaze Luminous Shield to block the blow…
And felt the force of a freight train hit him head-on.
It was enough to push the Lancelot back, its land spinners grinding against the road beneath its feet in the process. As the attack's power began to wane, Suzaku pushed the armoured figure away, who merely landed on his feet with a skid. The honorary brit caught is breath as quickly as he could, the fight taking more out of him than he thought.
Suzaku stared at the man with confusion and caution. Who was this man? How was he capable of such inhuman strength and speed?
…Was he even human at all?!
The boy's inner thoughts were cut short when his radar picked up a distressed scream. Zooming in with his display, he spotted a woman dangling off the edge of a collapsing building with one hand, whilst holding her baby child in the other. Righteous instincts kicked in, as Suzaku dashed for the civilian the moment she lost her grip. The Lancelot dived for the falling mother and child, reaching out his giant, metallic hand to catch them…
Only for the killer in green armour to reach them first.
He caught the woman and her baby before Suzaku could. He was in so much shock, he nearly crashed the Lancelot before snapping out of himself. The moment Suzaku got his bearings back, he witnessed the armoured man land on his feet, crushing the ground beneath him from the amount of force and mass he produced. He set the woman down on her feet when she looked back at him for a brief moment before running away as fast as she could.
Now Suzaku was utterly dumbfounded. This man, whoever or whatever he was, who had just slaughtered a whole squad of soldiers in the coldest of blood, just went out of his way to save a civilian's life. Why? Why did he save her, when he also took them away so horrifically?!
"ALL UNITS, CEASE FIRE AT ONCE!"
The young soldier's thoughts were cut off when the frantic voice of Clovis la Britannia came over the Lancelot's comms. Not only to him but to the rest of the Britannia forces scattered across Shinjuku. From radios to loudspeakers, the fabulous prince's voice could be heard to all, Japanese and Britannian alike.
"This is Clovis la Britannia, ordering all Britannian forces to cease fire at once!" The blonde royal demanded to all who could hear him. "All injured are to be given immediate medical attention, be they elven or Britannian! Failure to follow my commands will be met with extreme punishment! That is all!"
The prince's voice cut out, leaving all who had heard him both bewildered and relieved. Suzaku released a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. At last, this senseless killing had come to an end. Instantly after that thought, the honorary brit remembered the armoured beast he was up against, and looked back to him. Only to find, much to his horror, that he was gone…
"There! I did as you asked! Happy now?" The flamboyant prince huffed in his leader's seat with annoyance and defeat. The lights of the G-1 Base's control bridge had been turned down, casting the room in darkness, blanketing the figure who held the royal at gunpoint.
"Much. Thank you." The one holding the pistol smiled deviously within the shadows. The moment he arrived, all the bridge's personnel suddenly left the room, general Bartley along with them, leaving the two of them alone in the darkness. But, that didn't bother him in the slightest. Whatever harm would come to him, a member of the royal family, it would be paid back in full to whomever this upstart was.
"So, what next?" Clovis asked in a bored tone as he crossed his legs. "Shall I do a dance for you? A little sing-song? Or perhaps you'd be up for a game of chess?"
"Chess, you say?" The figure holding the gun stepped out of the shadows, wearing a military uniform and helmet. "I didn't think you'd request such a thing… Seeing how I beat in every game we played." He took off his helmet and mask with his free hand, revealing his face to the blonde royal, with his next words coming out in a venomous tone. "It's been a long time…Brother."
Clovis's face creased in confusion, only to then drop in utter shock. I-It can't be…! Lelouch? that you?!"
"Indeed it is." The raven-haired, purple-eyed young man knelt down on one knee, as one would do in the presence of royalty. "Lelouch vi Britannia; the exiled ninth prince of the Royal Britannian bloodline. At your service."
Clovis felt his blood run cold at the sight of his supposedly dead little brother, who still held him at gun point. He forced a happy smile onto his face, hoping to calm the boy with a kind demeanour. "L-Lelouch! I'm so glad you're alive! When we heard the news of father's attack on Area 11, we all feared the worst. A-And if you're alive, that must mean nunnery is, too!"
"Indeed, she is. Alive and well, considering how she and I were sent away to our deaths, after barely surviving the assassination of our mother!" The raven-haired royal snapped. Lelouch recalled that horrible day, when their wonderful life of happiness and innocence was ripped away, when his mother, Marianne Lamperouge, was gunned down within her own home, with a five-year-old Nunnaly in her arms.
Lelouch clenched the pistol tight in his hands, spooking Clovis into defending himself. "L-Lelouch, wait! I had nothing to do with that! You have to believe me!"
"You can't lie to me, Clovis!" The exiled prince roared. "No one can! Not anymore! Now that I have this power, I can finally find out the truth!" The bright red symbol of a bird in flight appeared in the boy's right eye, before flying into Clovis's terrified gaze. "Now, tell me! Who killed my mother?!"
As the boy's power manifested in Clovis's eyes, the fearful prince suddenly grew prone, his voice coming out monotone. "I do not know whom it was that murdered your mother. But, I believe Cornelia and Schneizel may."
"What?!" Lelouch was surprised to hear this news and was at a complete loss. "What do Cornelia and Schneizel know about my mother's death?"
Clovis gave no answer. The exiled prince figured that someone under his Geass couldn't tell him what they didn't know. So now, he was back to square one. However, he now knew that either Cornelia or Schneizel knew of who it was that murdered his mother. And with his newfound powers, he could get the answers he sought, and destroy Britannia as he swore to all those years ago!
This also meant that there was no longer any need for his brother…
Lelouch cancelled his control over Clovis, who quickly returned to his former state of fear. "I swear, Lelouch! I had nothing to do with Marianne's murder!"
"I believe you…" The exiled prince accepted, earning him a joyful smile from his brother. That is, until he levelled the pistol toward his head. "However, what you've done here, cannot go unpunished!"
"L-Lelouch! Wait, please! Don't do this!" Clovis begged his young sibling, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.
"Goodbye, Clovis." The young boy slowly began to pull the trigger…
THUNK
A heavy force landed on top of the G-1 Base, startling both princes.
"W-What was that?!" Clovis panicked. "A bombardment?! But, I called for a ceasefire!"
Lelouch could have made a snide remark at how such a thing wouldn't matter to a population that had just been on the receiving end of a massacre, not to mention that if it was a bombardment, they wouldn't even be alive right now. But, the exiled prince was far too concerned as to what could possibly be on top of them.
A slow, steady rhythm of thuds could be heard from the ceiling above them. It seemed ridiculous to imagine, but Lelouch could have sworn they sound a lot like…footsteps?
SHINK
All of a sudden, a large blade stabbed down through the ceiling, startling Lelouch and electing a shrill scream from Clovis. The blade tore a slit through the ceiling before two hands came through and tore the metal aside, creating an opening. Light shined down through the freshly made hole, where a figure dropped down between the exiled and spoiled princes.
Lelouch shielded his eyes from the light, while the figure rose from his landing, towering over the young boy. The exiled prince took a step back after taking in the measure of the newcomer, taken aback by the heavy-duty armour he wore.
The Slayer looked down at the cowering man in fancy clothes, his shadow cast over him as he tried to back away from him regardless of still being in his seat.
"W-Who are you?! What do you want?!" Clovis demanded, trying and failing to hide his fear of the large, intimidating man.
The slayer noted from the sound of his voice, that this was the one who called for the ceasefire. Which also meant that he was also the one who ordered this senseless slaughter in the first place. The Unchained Predator glared at the whimpering man through the visor of his helmet, his fists balling up in building rage.
He then stepped up toward the prince…
"W-What? What is it?! I already called for a ceasefire, what more do you want?!" Clovis shrieked as the armoured giant reached behind his back…
And pulled out the biggest, grizzliest chainsaw that he or Lelouch had ever seen!
"No…No, wait! Please!" The Hell Walker's intentions were finally made clear to the petrified prince, as the Slayer pulled the cord hard.
The chainsaw roared to life before the Slayer lifted the mechanical beast over his head…
"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY, ALRIGHT?! I'M SORRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!"
Clovis's pleas fell on uncaring ears, as the Slayer brought the chainsaw down upon him. The spinning blades tore into the spoiled prince's shoulder, tearing through his flesh and bone. The prince screamed and wailed through the whole agonising spectacle until his cries turned to gargled chokes, as the slayer tore the blade down through his chest, and out from his hip.
Clovis la Britannia, third prince of the Britannia royal family, and ninth in line to the throne, was reduced to a mangled, bloodied corpse sitting on a red-covered throne.
The Doom Slayer returned his chainsaw back into his pocket device, hoping that the torturous death of the chicken-s%^t prince would grant a semblance of peace to those who died at his command.
It was then he realised, that he wasn't alone. He turned and saw a young boy, no older than fifteen, standing before him, wearing the same uniform as the infantry he had been fighting beforehand. The look on his face, along with how the hand he was holding the gun with, told him that he was terrified beyond belief.
The Slayer tilted his head to one side, wondering what a child his age was doing here, and wearing a military uniform no less?
Before he could figure out an answer, the display in his visor sprang to life, reading out a notification.
/Attention: Tether device online. Location: Fortress of Doom/
As soon as the message appeared, a bright blue light engulfed the Slayer. Lelouch shielded his eyes once more, until the light finally dispersed. He looked back to where the armoured giant was, only see that had disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared.
The exiled prince looked back at the slaughtered remains of his older brother. Blood had been splattered across the entire room, with an enormous gash severing Clovis in half. The third prince's eyes were blank and wide, like those of a decapitated fish. His face was pale from the tremendous amount of bloodless, his crimson fluids draining down across the floor.
Lelouch couldn't hold it in anymore. He turned away and ended up throwing up the breakfast he had with Nunnally earlier that morning. The young strategist racked his brain, trying to figure out what in all of the f$ world just happened?!
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, Prince Clovis! Are you alright?!"
The exiled prince looked back to the locked door to the bridge. The grass he places on the staff must have worn off all of a sudden. He turned back to his deceased brother, his body illuminated by the sunlight shining in overhead. It took everything Lelouch had to tear himself away from the scene, as he quickly made his way out of the opposite doorway, making is escape.
"Get it open! Open it now, you fools!" Bartley ordered as the rest of the bridge staff worked on unlocking the doorway. When it finally opened, the rotund general was the first one in…and the first to witness the gruesome fate of Clovis la Britannia. Bartley fell to his knees, his monocle falling out of his eye, as he brought his hands up to his head, and with tears beginning to run down his face, released a horrified scream that echoed out of the torn-open hole above him.