There is a belief that a single change to history, albeit a small one, can change the outcome of life. For better, and for worse.
The United Kingdom, home to countries such as England, Scotland and Ireland, has transitioned into an imperialistic empire, known as Britannia. At first, it's colonies at America were going to expand the empire, but the Revolutionary War broke out, with the United States of America as the victor.
Nearly 200 years later, America thrives, especially after aiding other countries, such as Japan, Europe and the remnants of the true United Kingdom, during both World Wars. America was more on the benevolent side, rather than the boorish. Peace was the name of the game. In the timeframe of nearly 200 years, a coordinated assassination occurred. Both President John F. Kennedy and Vice President Lyndon B. Johnson were killed, in separate locations. Chaos broke out, and only one person was brave enough to take the helm: Max Daughtry.
Over the course of Daughtry's presidency, Britannia began to invade American airspace. Before Daughtry could warn the American populace of what was going on, his Vice President, Samuel Hawking, killed Daughtry, and told the Britannians to do as they pleased, as long as someone died. His wish was granted, as the Britannians tested their mass-produced, mechanized mobile weapon known as the Knightmare Frame on 50,000 defenseless people, taking their lives, without any sort of challenge.
Two years later, Britannia left America, leaving it in Hawking's capable hands. The result was absolute anarchy. Sadism, psychosis, madness, blood, violence, malevolence. These are but a few of the many words to describe the hell that was unleashed. Eight years later, Hawking is killed, and America is freed, their new President being one Seth Kimball.
Hawking may have been the greater threat, but Britannia will prove to be a more strategic challenge...
Code Geass (c) Goro Taniguchi, Sunrise
Code Geass Character Design (c) CLAMP
Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates.
Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur.
Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist.
Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path.
Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright.
Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak.
Wake, young traveler.
Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges.
It's time to say goodbye, curly head.
Cross post from AO3.
For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place."
Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments.
(Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)