A/N: A plot bun-bun that popped up into my head and wouldn't go away. I don't fully know what direction this will go but it felt like a unique concept and as such I opted to write it out as it came to me.
Contains Dark!Nunnally Adult!Nunnally
For Nunnally's appearance, take a look at the picture associated with this fic. In particular her hair style facial features.
They took him from her.
All she wanted was to live with her Big Brother.
That's all she needed to be happy, to live out her life with the only member of her family that was there for her, that loved her, took care of her.
He's dead now.
Dead because they drove him to the deepest depths of despair.
They turned her on him
Used her against him
He still won.
He still destroyed the world and created it anew
He built a monument to humanity's sins and then sacrificed himself at the altar.
He ruled the world, he had ultimate power, and he gave it up, killed himself for them
For her
They spat on him, his name, his legacy, his very grave.
She watched, chained down to the platform, as these ANIMALS tore her brother apart, she screamed until her lungs gave out, she cried until her tear ducts went dry.
She never forgave them
She hated them, even Suzaku.
Only Kallen escaped her hatred, she cried too. She tried to hold back the mob after being released.
They shot her, and she died on top of him.
The black queen fell silent atop her slain king.
She would never smile again.
Nunnally walked- yes, walked, to her destination with Jeramiah close behind her.
Her combat boots clicked against metal flooring as her sandy blonde hair flowed freely behind her, falling down to the small of her back.
Her features where locked nigh permanently in a stone-faced scowl as she reached her desired target.
In front of her was a giant cylindrical silo.
Well, not really giant per-say, but fairly big. It was the item that the container held within.
Bathing within glowing yellow amniotic fluid was Queen Shamna of Zilkhstan. She wore no clothes, her head had needles jabbing through the top of her skull. Her eyes where open in a constant state of pain and horror as her body twitched. Her geass active, but not working. She looked at Nunnally and convulsed in fear
The 100th Empress of Britannia, took pleasure in the captive queen's suffering, in the fear she had induced if only for a moment before continuing her trek further into the research facility.
She tried to do what was right. She tried to follow through, to make her brother's sacrifice MEAN something, to give it purpose, to make him proud.
She started to disarm the empire, to give autonomy to many of the areas that had been so ruthlessly conquered by her father.
Trade tariffs skyrocketed overnight as every nation on earth tried to squeeze Britannia dry
Her nation, her land, her people.
She agreed at first. And then came the sanctions, and the demands for reparations from everyone.
She, and by extent Britannia refused and cut off international trade, entering an entirely domestic economy.
Then came the threats of violence, of retribution. The Black Knights swelled in numbers and threatened to launch attacks from all sides if demands where not met.
It was war.
C.C. approached her, and offered her Geass.
She enslaved Suzaku. She turned him into a good little meat puppet and pulled his strings.
Schneizel served Zero, and Zero served the Empress.
Britannia took country after country, one by one. The only person that could match Schneizel was Lelouch and he was gone
Gone because of them.
And so she kept conquering, her façade of the peaceful princess, the gentle empress, faded. Only cruelty remained.
Nunnally Lamperouge the kind princess died with her brother on the day of the Zero Requiem
Nunnally Vi Britannia, the Iron Empress, was all that remained.
She took over the world. It was a long, grueling 10 year campaign, but she did it.
She thought it would make her happy, she thought it would give her closure, it didn't.
She only felt emptiness.
And so she inflicted untold cruelties on the world. The reign of Emperor Charles was made to look humanitarian in comparison. Mass executions, crackdowns, slavery, she did it all because the world took everything from her and so she would take everything from it in return. The women, the children, the elderly, the weak and impoverished. It didn't matter. She killed them all, she enacted brazen, revenge fueled campaigns of heinous slaughter across every nation on Earth.
Retribution for the family she lost, and her soul that went with him.
Lelouch and Euphemia's crimes where practically forgotten, a small mercy for her pain-fueled existence.
Her favorite execution had to be that of the Black Knight high command and the UFN consulate members. Kaname Ohgi in particular was a favorite to stare at. She made Viletta and her son watch his neck snap before putting bullets in both of their skulls. Their begging and screaming was like sweet music to her ears.
She sat for hours and watched them hang, sipping on red wine that one could mistake for an elegant glass of blood.
She built FLEIJA warheads for shits and giggles and tossed them at anyone who dared resist.
It didn't matter in the end. None of this would. Not with the plan she was about to enact.
It was cathartic though.
Shanma was alive for only one reason, one singular purpose. She was a conduit, a battery.
It was discovered that the longer her Geass was active, the further back someone could go after it finished charging. Then they discovered that it could send more than one's psyche back in time, that through appropriate stimuli it could be focused on physical objects.
The moment this was discovered, project Genesis was underway.
It became Nunnally's entire purpose.
"Is it ready Lloyd?" She asked the mad doctor who was sitting at his laptop computer, it was hooked up to a large machine that was hanging over a platform with a Knightmare frame at it's center. Her own personal frame. Though the machine could hardly be considered a conventional Knightmare. It was massive in comparison, well over twice the height, several times the weight in armor and firepower and far more advanced.
"Yes your highness." He answered, fixing his glasses and turning to look at her. "The device is ready, we made certain of it. Cecile believes that another minute of charging is all it needs to send you to the correct date."
"Very good." It was the closest thing to a compliment she could be bothered to give.
She walked with conviction to her mighty machine of war, entering the cockpit, she closed her eyes as the cockpit sealed itself and allowed the neural connection cables extend from the back of her seat and into her spine from the neck down.
"I'm coming, Lelouch."
A/N: A short and sweet little blurb of a potential story that I may choose to expand upon. I found it was a unique concept, and I have a general idea of how i can see it going. But with so many other projects in the works I don't know how much I'm gonna be able to write for it. For that reason it can also be taken as a writing prompt for someone else to continue.
P.S. Because I binged Armored core 6. I imagined her "Advanced Knightmare" as an approximation of Nightfall from armored core 6.
If anyone is interested in taking this over, DM me