A/N: I am considering adding a relationship to this story between two of the characters, but only if it makes sense. Feel free to give me suggestions!

A blinding white light flashed into Lelouch's cornea as he slowly opened his eyes, keeping them squinted nearly to the point of closing them again to avoid being slightly blinded by the pure white light. He tried to rise onto his feet to be ready to move in case anything dangerous decided to leap out of the dazzlingly bright ivory prison of light that has been forced upon him. But this effort was met with failure as he had his own leg slip out from under him and was slammed into the ground once again, with less pain than before.

As Lelouch hit the ground he felt a sharp pain surge throughout his body, a feeling that needles were stabbed into him, hundreds all at once. He clenched his stomach while curling up into a semi-ball due to this pain and a slight sound of frustration mixed with pain escaped his lips. After around thirty seconds of this pain induced fetal position Lelouch carefully placed his dominant hand onto the ground in front of him and with great effort he forced himself to rise again. This effort was met with another fall, but this time Lelouch managed to force his non-dominant hand onto the ground while his face was mere inches from having the familiar pain of hundreds of needles jabbing into him all at once spread throughout his entire head and neck areas. Balancing himself onto his knees he managed to kneel up and after trying, and failing, to do so for at least two minutes, and after all this time he was finally able to fully open his eyes and take in his surroundings.

In front of the now kneeling Lelouch was a lady with her hand extended towards Lelouch. This lady was the most beautiful vision to have ever entered Lelouch's sight. Radiating beauty with a genuine smile on her face. She had golden brown hair reaching just past her shoulders, which brought out her silver eyes that looked as if they could stare into your soul. But her radiant silver eyes also looked kinder than any other. More than kindness itself. Around her body was a dress that could only be described as perfection. It looked as if it was made from the finest of silk, making a luxury white color, and contained designs of pure polished gold. For shoes she wore fairy tale like glass slippers that matched the outfit perfectly. Some would say that she was more beautiful than angels themselves.

Lelouch grabbed her hand and she pulled him onto his feet. At eye level she was the pure essence of a goddess spoken about in ancient stories. But Lelouch, caring for nothing of the sort, glared at her before she finally noticed his expression and the smile drained from her face. Her look hardened as she prepared to speak.

"Lelouch Vi Britannia. 99th emperor to the royal throne, leader of the Black Rebellion and once leader of the Black Knights themselves. Founder of the United Federation of Nations, destroyer of damocles and murderer of Emperor Charles Zi Britannia. Otherwise known as Zero." She spoke with the voice of an angel, the kindest and warmest voice audible to human ears, but also with a factual tone, as if there was no emotion behind what she was speaking. "I have brought you to this dimension after your… less than impressive escape from Suzaku Kururugi to warn you."

Lelouch, finally paying attention without a look of absolute hatred began to speak. "Warn me? Who are…" He was cut off before he could continue.

"Who I am means nothing at this moment, you will find that out soon enough during your journeys to 'save the world' from rebellion and corruption, or what you plan on doing instead if you have such plans. And yes, I have come to warn you of an oncoming danger. One disguised as a friend will be nothing more to you in the future than your downfall and your end. One who is very close, yet very far away. One by the name of…" The speech came to a sudden end as the ground began to shake violently around them and Lelouch was overcome by dizziness from nothing visibly around him.

The lady's mouth continued to move as she finished her speech, but the shaking, now at extreme levels, began to emit a loud screeching sound preventing any form of travel amongst it. The dizziness began to grow in Lelouch as the world began to spin around him and the image of the lady began to fade. Next thing he knew he was once again opening his eyes to an image of C.C. right above him, shaking him wildly. Her eyes showed no forms of emotion as she stared blankly at Lelouch.

"We have to go, I don't think you want Britannia to find you down here and lock you in the prison you just escaped from." C.C.'s first words to Lelouch since the incident were as expected, nothing more than orders of what to do next. And as you would expect, they did just as she said.

Their steps splashed lightly as they walked down the dark, damp tunnel. The only other sound being their breathing and the occasional mouse running along the tubing. There was no one else in these tunnels, and with that there was no light, except for a barely working flashlight that looked strangely like it came from a Russian soldier. The tunnels were also completely black, making it much harder to see, even with the added light. No words were spoken either, it was as if each knew exactly what the other was thinking about, escape. Although that was only partially true, where Lelouch's mind was mostly focused on the beautiful vision he saw while unconscious, and what exactly she meant by her warning.

These quiet thoughts and peaceful moments were stopped abruptly when voices could be faintly heard in the distance. Voices that sounded like there were full of rage, and very Russian. Without increasing in pace Lelouch moved towards these voices in hopes of finding an exit. But he was not greeted with exactly as he had hoped.

Within a couple minutes of walking Lelouch had come upon the voices that continuously got louder and sounded more like infuriated shouting as he got closer. Upon seeing the sources of this shouting Lelouch had seen pure horror of the actions of Britannia and the rebels forces, although it didn't faze him in the slightest. In front of him was a large pile of humans, each dead due to different causes. Some were blatantly shot, others seemed to be stabbed multiple times and even more seemed to be strangled to death. In total there may have been at least twenty five bodies, each covered in blood and hardly recognizable from what they once were. Some even had forms of bone protruding through their skin and forms of visible muscle.

When greeted with this sight Lelouch looked up, as expressionless as ever, and found that the people who were once shouting at each other were now staring at him. There were three different rebel soldiers, one wearing a form of badge to show higher ranking. They each looked moderately injured, all three shot in non-vital locations multiple times, with high amounts of blood pouring from the wounds.

"Do any of you speak English?" He quickly requested from them.

"Uh, I do." The higher ranking officer replied after a little bit of thinking and strange looks.

Lelouch removed the contacts from his eyes and stared into the soul of the man in front of him. "Good, now tell me everything that happened here." He ordered.

The officer opened his mouth to speak and found that no sound came out. His ability to move was taken from his as he looked into the eyes of Lelouch. Everything around him slowly grew dark as all that was left was the blood red symbol of Geass that was taking over his mind. A cold feeling shot down his spine and spread through his body and he felt as if blades of ice were being stabbed into him in every possible location on his body. He felt like screaming, running, killing Lelouch or even himself to escape the torment. He felt the temperature continue to drop as the symbol of Geass grew brighter and brighter. He felt as the pain got worse and worse, turning this endless torment into an unstoppable hell. His conscious began to fade as the symbol grew brighter. He felt himself begin to lose control of his mind, wanting to scream for help more and more, feeling as the temperature grew to unbearable levels and the pain of multiple swords piercing his skin grew worse and worse. The words "tell me everything that happened here" echoed throughout his mind, growing louder and loud, the torment never ending. And then, everything went black.

"Yes my lord!" The officer mindlessly replied while bringing up his right hand to salute Lelouch, leaving his subordinates behind him in complete shock. "The Britannians completely overwhelmed us, we ran here to escape and found a couple soldiers that arrived after the flying knightmare you call Lancelot. We noticed the soldiers piling bodies of innocents after this disaster and we killed them on sight. I will add that we did not kill any innocents ourselves." The officer surprisingly spoke very well put together English when under mind control.

Lelouch's look darkened and a piercing gaze appeared in his eyes as he put the contacts back in. "Look's like this rebellion will be more difficult than expected. Now, shoot your subordinates and then yourself, you are of no more use to me."

"Yes my lord." The officer turned around, and before the two other soldiers could even point their guns a bullet appeared between their eyes with perfect accuracy. Then another appears on the side of the head of the officer before all three dropped dead.

Without hesitation Lelouch continued down the tunnel, now able to see light. Upon exiting the tunnel into the now barren, battle scarred land, Lelouch was greeted with one more surprise. The Guren S.E.I.T.E.N with the right arm pointed directly at Lelouch. The knightmare did not move in the slightest and inside you were able to see it's most famed pilot with a look of absolute and utter terror on her face.