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October 5th Holy Britannian Empire Pendragon Imperial Palace, Throne Room "This is Milly Ashford reporting live from Pendragon, where it seems the whole of high society has gathered in one room." An exaggeration, but the former Queen of Ashford Academy had learned long before her journalism career that the truth often needed spicing up a little bit. Not too much though, the massive hall in which her father and grandfather had once pandered to the whim of the Emperor was filled almost to bulging with nobles to the left of the royal red carpet that led from the huge gold-leafed double doors all the way to the Throne itself which sat upon an el

Kaminejima Britannian Airspace Logres-class HIMS Great Britannia Schneizel sat in the throne of the Imperial Flagship having just heard the most outlandish tale from the last man he would expect to tell such. Apparently Sir Kururugi had failed in his mission to assassinate the Emperor but, according to Lord Waldstein's story, that soon wouldn't matter anyway. Uniting humanity by stripping away their individuality? A lesser man would have snorted at such a childish idea. Humans couldn't be ruled by honesty, their very nature denied it, and yet his father actually believed they were really so good at their core? The very fact that he intended t

Aries…the understanding snapped in Kallen's mind. She didn't need anything further to put together what they were about to see. This was the act that began Lelouch's journey to the person she met at Ashford Academy; everything they'd done together, all that the Black Knights had accomplished under him, it could all be traced back to this day…and now she was going to see it. The former Empress herself wasted no further time with explanations. She merely faced the painting, focussed on what she wanted it to do and let her Geass do the rest. The crane sigil once again lit up her eye and a moment later the scene changed to reflect the

Mother? Kallen couldn't have heard that right, there was no way. This woman standing before them with a casual smile on her face couldn't possibly be Marianne 'the Flash!' And yet Lelouch stood in stone shock, his expression a mix of recognition and denial…but it couldn't be! His mother was killed nearly a decade ago! It was one of the fixed reasons for his rebellion against Britannia in the first place! It must be some sort of trick. She reasoned, feeling bile rise and fall in her throat yet again today as her already terrible opinion of the Emperor dropped a mile further. The bastard would do this to his own son? Taunt him with his m

Fury. That one word oversimplified what Lelouch and Kallen saw the Emperor desperately trying to contain. From the wide-eyed glare, to the tick in his jaw betraying clenched teeth behind closed lips, to the violently shivering fists, everything about the tall man's countenance screamed outrage. Every fibre of Charles' being demanded retribution; these despicable little upstarts, they had no idea what they'd done! Years of planning, rivers of blood spilled, so many sacrifices made just for this one moment, and now these two had the nerve to reduce the future of the world to a flip of a coin! "Does it sting?" Lelouch prodded, smiling his devil'