• A frail woman sits before a tombstone, the smell of wet grass making her feel ill to her stomach. It had been a week since Zero's Requiem and with the first snow of winter falling around her body, it was time to recover him. Green hair falling around her bare arms to keep her warm, her fingers plunge deep into the moistening dirt. Throwing it over her shoulder, she begins the daunting task of un-burying that which should remain dead. Angels wouldn't come to take him away and neither would demons though, for his sin-laced heart still would beat.

    "Honestly, Lelouch, who thought it would be a good idea to bury you?" She mutters in complaint, continuing her digging, her motions becoming more fluent. Was the 100th Empress Nunnally vi Britannia not concerned about those who would come disgrace his body in his final resting place? She had eliminated the only guard and no concrete, no bombs, no other protection for his grave was present.

    A few hours would pass and she would begin to hear it, the melodic hum coming from deep within the earth. "Lelouch..?" C.C. stops with this, her hand resting above the hardened wood coffin. Leaning down, her ear presses up against the small clearing of wood she managed to free so far, listening for confirmation. Lelouch, the Demon King, the nefarious 99th Emperor of Britannia, was singing a lullaby. The witch recognizes it easily enough as one Marianne use to sing to her children as she rocked them to sleep. Lips curling up in a smirk, she keeps quiet as she turns to continue clearing away the dirt, her fingers blue from the cold, yet still the only tool she could use to free him. She was the only angel that would come for him in his death after all.