Reflection of you (Code Geass fanfic story)

Chapter 17

Parts of this chapter are inspired by a wonderful and beautifully written(though in a sad way, lol)Code Geass fanfic I read called "The Truth about it all" by @MinariScarlet . So all credit and kudos go to them. Thank you mister/ma'am if you so happened to read this! Now, let's get back to the story.

Today was pretty...normal so far. At least, that's what Lelouch wanted it to be. But it's no where near normal. This is one of those days where depression is really a pain in the ass. It's around one in the afternoon, the children were currently taking a nap while Lelouch was in his room, door locked. The only light he allowed was the warm tones of a lamp next time, which provided enough light to show and illuminate his face.

His laptop was open to the camera app that was already installed in it when he first bought it all those years ago. Lelouch took a slow sip of water and then a deep breath a minute or so later. He managed to clear his throat and properly position himself before going to the recording section and press the big red button.

"Hello to those who are watching this video. Except for those who already knew the actual me, you may remember me as Lelouch Lamperouge. But in actuality, I'm Lelouch vi Britannia, child to emperor Charles zi Britannia and 11th in line to the throne. I know that I'm hated every single second, every single day. And I don't blame you. Embrace that hatred, let it inspire or even guide you, but... don't let it blind you. I am the only exception in order for my ultimate plan to work.

I...I had spent around two months on finalizing this plan and conquering everything that was deemed useful for me. People and land alike. The world...truly became mine. I was asked one day if all of this was just a game, like chess. My answer is yes, it's a game I was destined to play in order to save the world. At least, that's how I see this. I admit, I am cunning, distant, quiet and...I can accept being seen as pure evil. In our society, bringing death is seen as a sin that humans commit. But is it really that bad? All of us have committed the act of 'murder' without even realize it. As confusing as this may sound, it doesn't even have to be physical. Let me explain, it's like if you abandoned a friend or sibling that your close to, call them names, say or do vile things...and more. I have been murdered many times. But the plan I mentioned, Zero Requiem, was supposed to be the final death.

I have failed. Simple as that.

But that doesn't mean that I can't fix it, even if it looks to be impossible. The birth of Zero happened in order to make the world a place where my dearest Nunnally could live in peace. All of this, was dedicated to her. All for her. It doesn't matter that she hates me, as long as she's alive and well, then I am satisfied. As for the black knights, I really never expected for them to turn on me. I never bend them to my will, they joined me on their own accord. But still, I understand their hatred of me as well. Their whole plan is to," Suddenly, sounds of faint crying caught Lelouch's attention and without knowing that he didn't pause or stop the recording, he went out of the room to check on the babies.

When he came back, he had Theodore and Nunnally jr in his arms, back facing the camera. He then bend down and placed them on the floor, gently shushing them before going back to his chair. That's when he noticed that he didn't turn it off, "Oh. It's still running. Where did I..oh, I remember. I'm sorry for the interruption. As I was saying. I never forced the Black Knights to join me. That is the one thing I would never do, at least to them.

All I wish in life, is for the world to have peace and for this cycle of hatred to end. Even if it means that I make myself the product of hate. No one was truly doing the work to change the world, so I decided to take on that burden for myself. I was prepared to die from the start. But that didn't mean that..." His face was drained from any content or happiness, instead, was replaced with a sorrow of no bounds. Tears filled his eyes and spilled over once more.