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The silence over the grand boulevard was absolute.
From atop the massive imperial throne, Lelouch looked down at the thousands of citizens lining the streets of Tokyo. No one spoke. No one dared defy the Emperor. Every eye was wide with the paralyzing terror he had spent months cultivating. Every ounce of the world's hatred was locked entirely on his white-and-gold uniform. The trap was sprung. The stage was set.
To his side, the execution carts creaked in the quiet. Tied to the heavy wooden frames were the fractured remnants of his life—Nunnally, Kallen, Schneizel—all paraded before the masses, awaiting the final stroke of the axe.
Then, a sudden ripple in the crowd shattered the stillness.
A single figure in a midnight-black mask and a flowing white cape tore through the security perimeter.
Zero.
Moving with impossible speed, the masked rebel bypassed the armored Knightmares and guards before a single trigger could be pulled. He vaulted into the air, clearing the barricades in one fluid, graceful arc. As he descended, his drawn sword caught the harsh noon sun, flashing like a bolt of lightning.
Through the reflective black visor of the mask, Lelouch met his friend's eyes for a fraction of a second. There was no hesitation. Only the quiet, crushing weight of a promise made in the dark.
The cold steel drove deep into Lelouch’s chest. The impact shuddered through his spine, but the sharp, biting pain was instantly swallowed by a sudden, heavy warmth.
Suzaku tore the blade free. Lelouch stumbled forward, his legs giving out as he tumbled down the long ramp of the float, his blood smearing the pristine white steps. He crashed to the ground right before Nunnally. As her shackled hands desperately grabbed his, the skin-to-skin contact shattered the illusion. The lies, the manufactured hatred, the crushing loneliness of his tyranny, the truth flooded her mind all at once. She understood.
"I have... destroyed the world..." Lelouch whispered, his chest heaving as the sunlight began to bleed into shadow. "...and created it... anew..."
Nunnally’s agonizing screams tore through the sky, but the sound was already drifting away. Lelouch closed his eyes, finally welcoming the cold, quiet peace.
The Zero Requiem was complete.
A violent gasp tore from his throat, instantly choking into a wet, agonizing cough.
Lelouch snapped upward—or atleast he tried to. The movement sent a sudden white-hot blade of agony through his chest, pinning him back against the cold ground. His hands flew to his sternum, his fingers sinking into the torn, ruined silk of his Emperor's clothes and something slick, warm, and terrifyingly abundant.
Blood. His own. It was still flowing.
The cold weight of Suzaku’s sword was gone, but the gaping puncture remained. His heart hammered like a trapped bird against his ribs, fighting a losing battle against the massive wound. Each breath tasted like copper. He was dying. Again.
"What...?" he wheezed, the sound dying flat against damp brick walls.
There was no grand plaza. No crowd shouting his demise. No Nunnally weeping over his corpse. He was lying in a pool of his own blood on dirty cobblestones in a narrow alley. Overhead, the sky was a brilliant, sharp blue, missing the smoke of Tokyo. The air smelled of unfamiliar spices and old stone.
His vision began to tunnel, the edges blurring into a dangerous gray. The strategist who was going to save the world through his demise was about to bleed out in a gutter instead. A failed execution? C.C.’s interference? It didn't matter. He couldn't think. The variables were drowning in pain.
No. Not like this. He clawed at the stone, trying to drag himself forward, but his limbs refused to cooperate.
Footsteps echoed in the alleyway. Soft. Hurried.
Lelouch forced his eyes open, his vision swimming. A figure knelt beside him. He couldn't make out their face, but he saw a hand extend toward his chest. A soft, pale glow began to emanate from their palms, and a strange, soothing warmth flooded his shattered ribs, forcefully stitching the flesh back together.
The agonizing pressure eased, but the sudden shock of healing sent his consciousness into the dark.