Hi everyone, I asked Keimichi if I could adopt their story and they said yes so please don't think that I stole it or anything. This is actually my first Code Geass story and I wanted to continue how the original author created theirs so here you all go. Originally written by Keimichi

Prologue: The day the demon was revived

A deep breath disturbed the flow of the limited air. The place, once small, dark and silent, was now submerged by an irregular stroke of breaths. Someone needed air more than anything. The breath slowly turned deeper and calmer, as if the man was now used to it.

Breathe.

Breath...Something he hadn't done in a long time. And all he could was to breathe. He breathed, because, for the first time for what seemed to be an eternity, he could feel pain. It hurt. He tried to move, but was suddenly cut short by a deep pain in his chest. He gasped. By instinct, he put his hand on his chest, rubbing to lessen the pain. And he slowly waited, until the pain was bearable enough for him to stop. He concentrated, as his mind proceeded to analyze the situation he was in.

From the sound of his breath in the silence, he figured he was in a small place. There was a trace of perfume, as if there had once been flowers around him. But his hands felt nothing, instead there was only the coldness of the floor underneath him. He raised his hands, only to find it stopped by what seemed to be a wooden sealing. He was restrained. He was in a small place. He tried to open his eyes to figure out where he was, but only darkness welcomed him. But there was more than enough information. A box, perhaps. A sealed box.

A coffin.

He shook his head to get rid of the thought. Instead he concentrated to find the reason, if there were any, of why he was...

'How did I end up in a coffin?" he asked himself. His mind quickly started to review his memories to find the right answer.

And then he remembered.

He felt some regret and wish he didn't. But he did remember.

How can he forget?

He remembered the masked man, in black, jumped through his guards, holding a sword that himself had held when he declared war against the entire world. The pain pierced through cutting through his flesh and bones alike. The masked man. The hero he created. Zero. His friend. His gasp was replaced by so many thoughts, so many unspoken words, so many words, so many lies. But he knew that time wasn't on his side anymore. So he carefully chose and whispered words that only them both could hear, gave his last geass, his last wish, to his best friend. Only then, had he realized that the pain he felt the moment he was pieced, was not his own. No, it wasn't. Maybe it never had been. It was the pain of those he killed, the pain of those who lost their loved ones. Those like Suzaku. But he would never know. He suddenly felt regret. His bloody hands slowly swiped the mask, to touch the last thread of humanity remaining inside, to wipe out the unseen pain from his last friend's eyes. To hpe that he could atone for killing the humanity in his last, his best, his true friend. He himself had unshed tears, but he could only swallow them away. Because it was too late. They both knew. Their fate was sealed the moment he was slain. His fall down the stairs of his glory sealed it. The blood trail he left behind as he slid off the stiars was the proof. But somehow, it brought him peace. And rest. Finally, he would atone for his sins. His lies, his sins, his guilt, his regret vanished away. Vanish with his life. As his senses slowly left him, he had felt someone holding his hands and crying. That someone was the only regret he would ever leave behind.

Nunally.

Nunally...

I'm...sorry...

I destroyed...the world...and created...a...new...

Those were his final words. He remembered. The ending of the Zero Requiem. The end of Lelouch vi Britannia. The end of The Demon Lord.

His end.

He gasped. He realized... He realized the unshakable truth. Impossible. But the pain was proof.

No... He realized... How can it be possible... He can't...

His double geass eyes glowed in despair. The features of his pale face crisped to form a horror that words could not describe. Soundless words were formed on his lips. He knew. He just couldn't say it...He just can't bear to face it. His fist clenched. He tasted bloodas he bit himself, not letting the words slip away.

He can't. For the sake of the Zero Requiem... For the sake of the word... He can't... Why... How is it possible...

Why... No...

Why?...

"WHY AM I ALIVE?"

...

A chuckle.

That slowly turned into an insane laugh, leaving no trace of the silent peace that was there only moments ago.

"Is that so?"

He knew what he had to do.

"...So be it."

There will be longer chapters in the future just bare with me.

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