Unknown Requiem

001

18 years have passed since the great and from what others called the "Misguided and Demonic"fall of Lelouch Vi Britannia. The one man who single handedly became the ultimate evil of the world. And for his sins....for his mistakes and choices he fell by the blade of his closet friend. Yet even so the world itself continued to spin. As if forgetting that many lives were affected due to his absences. For the Emperor had a wife. A beautiful one who's very beauty could make even the gods envious. Her long flowing silver hair fell to her sides,almost reaching her waist. Her hair color was indeed something of an unusual hue bu none the less it was breathtaking. His wife also had a flawless complexion along with a pair of alluring amber eyes which seemed to bore into the very souls of anyone she gazed upon. She was his Queen,his Empress,his one and only love. A woman who was equal to him in everyone. She was his everything and so much more. And her name was Lucia. Or known by her full name which rarely anyone was allowed to call her. Luciana Sai Fante. Ruler of the Fante Kingdom and Britannia. She was Empress of them all.

Yet unlike her late husband she was a gentle ruler,choosing peace rather than war. Lucia wished to keep the peace that her husband sacrificed everything for. And to honor him she would maintain this peace for as long as she could no matter the cost. But Lucia was not perfect,in fact she was far from perfect. Since her lover Lelouch's passing she has indeed struggled with her grief and so much more. Without him by her side,Lucia felt empty as if her other half was missing.

She was lonely and did whatever she could to hide the fact. Lucia put on a false smile to those around her and continued to lead both empires a firm yet gentle fist. But that as not her only worry. The other was the fact that her young son would grow up without his father. Without a man she knew and wanted him to strive and be like. She knew he would have questions about his late father. But what would we say? How could she tell her son of the evils his father had commited? The blood which stained not only his hands but her own.

How could she tell her son to love a man he has never known? And especially someone who Lucia struggled to even speak about due to her grief. She wasn't ready for it. And honestly Lucia wasn't too sure she ever would be ready to talk about him. Yet even with those two things on her back to worry her, there was one more thing that worried her to no end. And once again she would hide it with false smiles and a calm mind. Immortality. Both a blessing and a curse.

After the code known as "Euripe" was almost ripped from her very body,Lucia was granted the abilities of a witch. An immortal in fact. Or half one if you want to be technical. She was no true witch. No she was merely an accident really,one granted with unbelievable power of destruction. Power that lay dormant in her subconscious and Lucia prayed it would forever remain. Yet even with all this power it could not bring her happiness and it also did not allow her to weild the power of transfer geass itself. She simply had immortality. And at times she wished she hadnt.

But there were times when she gaze at the face of her son. Her dear Castiel who was almost the spitting image of her beloved,she found the need to continue. To live and strive to make her son into the man she knew he could and would be. A strong,tactical, and kind hearted man. Like his father. Castiel Ci Britannia was her everything. The reason she awoke every morning. The reason she took her next breathe. It was all for her son. For she did not want to leave him parentless. Not like her.

Castiel Ci Britannia was like his father, so much indeed that it was almost uncanny. If you ever looked at the two side by side you could have sworn the two were in fact twins. Only a few things were physically different about Castiel and one of them was his eyes. He held one dark lavander pupil while the other was an otherworldly amber. One he had in fact inherited from his mother. And then there was his hair which he shared mostly with his late father. Yet he had a few strands of hair that appeared to be kissed by snow.

Castiel till this day did not know much about his father. Only that he was a ruler of Britannia. He has never once laid eyes on even a picture of him,and Lucia wanted to keep it that way as long as she could. But how long could she keep this horrid secret from the young and ambitious Csstiel? Could he handle the truth? And would he ever look at his mother the same? Surely he was aware of the fact his mother never truly aged. He was starting to get suspicious, and she had to rid him of that suspicion. Lucia only hoped that his affection for her would not falter. Even if he knew of her sins. Oh how she prayed.