Ten years had passed since the day Leon was branded by the curse of Geass — the dark contract granted by the immortal witch who had both condemned and blessed him at once.
From that moment onward, an absolute power had slumbered within his eyes: the Power of Absolute Obedience.
With just a glance and the sound of his voice, Leon could bend any will.
It didn't matter who stood before him — a proud king surrounded by gold and glory, a murderer drenched in blood, a noble maiden of untouchable beauty, or even the lowest beggar — all would be reduced to the same denominator: servants of his command.
One order was enough. A single command.
And whoever received it could never disobey.
But there was a cruel — and in some sense, merciful — limitation: Geass could only be used once per person.
Once a will was bent, it could never be touched again.
And perhaps it was that fragile boundary — dangerous, yet humane — that kept Leon from losing what remained of his humanity.
He despised that power.
Not because it was weak, but because it corrupted hearts — turning free will into slavery.
And despite the blood that ran through his veins, despite the fate that constantly pushed him toward darkness, Leon still carried a spark of compassion deep within.
That was why he rarely used Geass.
Only against enemies — and only when necessity demanded it.
But in that moment…
Everything changed.
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"Master… please… use your Geass on me."
Alpha's voice was soft — a melody wrapped in sorrow and devotion.
She lifted her face, her golden eyes locking with Leon's, which glowed faintly with a dangerous red hue.
The elf, a being of breathtaking beauty, cupped her own cheeks as she knelt before the man she called her king.
"Give me an order — to surrender to you forever, to love you for eternity, even to become your lover, your subordinate… your slave. It doesn't matter."
Her lips curved into a smile, trembling between madness and passion.
"As long as it's your command, Master… I will accept it gladly."
Leon fell silent for a moment.
His gaze wavered between disbelief and fear — not of her, but of himself.
"You really want me to do that?" he asked hesitantly. "Aren't you afraid I might give you an order that would make you suffer?"
The elf before him didn't avert her eyes.
Alpha opened her heart completely, exposing her soul without restraint.
Had it been any other woman, Leon might have succumbed to the temptation of using his power — savoring the intoxicating feeling of control.
But Alpha was not like other women.
She was the light within his darkness.
And perhaps that was what truly frightened him — the fear of destroying her, of extinguishing the brilliance he loved so deeply.
With a single word, he could distort her mind, her will, her emotions.
He could turn her into the most loyal servant… or the emptiest of dolls.
And still, Alpha didn't flinch.
"I'm not afraid, Leon," she whispered. "You can change my heart however you wish. Make me whatever you want — proud, cruel, pure, impure… as long as it pleases you, that's enough for me."
She spoke without the slightest hint of regret.
She was the kind of woman many would call "perfect": beautiful, intelligent, refined, powerful.
But deep within, she harbored a painful doubt — did Leon love her because of that perfection?
Because deep down, Alpha was too proud to be sweet. Too strong to be fragile.
And she feared that, to Leon, those very traits made her less… human.
She wondered: What if he prefers clumsy women?
What if it's silver hair that attracts him, not my golden strands?
What if my perfection is exactly what drives him away?
So Alpha made her choice.
She didn't want to be perfect.
She wanted to be the woman Leon loved.
And if that meant breaking herself, staining herself, lowering herself into the mud — she would do it, smiling all the while.
Leon clenched his fist and, in an unexpected gesture, lightly tapped her head — not in anger, but in tenderness.
She blinked, surprised, as he spoke with quiet sincerity:
"Alpha… you're an incredible woman. And I love you because of that. I don't want to change anything about you."
She smiled softly and replied, "I'm so happy to know you love me."
"That's not the point!" Leon protested.
"For me, it's the only point that matters."
Her smile was so pure, so radiant, that Leon felt himself lose focus for a moment.
He thought he'd never see anything more beautiful than that smile.
"I don't want to bend your will," he murmured.
"But I want you to bend mine," she answered without hesitation.
Leon closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"I could give orders… that go too far."
"I don't care," Alpha said as she stepped closer. "Even if it costs me my life."
How could she say no to him?
Every word he spoke was already a command she willingly obeyed.
In the end, Leon surrendered — not to vanity, but to the love pulsing between them.
"Alright," he said softly. "But this isn't an order… it's a request."
His eyes shone scarlet.
"Alpha… no matter what happens — success or failure, glory or ruin, health or sickness, wealth or poverty — will you stay with me until my final breath?"
The elf lifted her face, tears shimmering under the red glow.
"Yes… my beloved king."
And in that instant, the Geass flared to life in its full power.
Alpha accepted the command of her own free will — the pact sealed by the echo of an unbreakable love.
From that moment on, if Leon lived, she would live.
If he died, she would be buried beside him.
There were no more boundaries between them.
Only silence — and the certainty of fate.
They gazed at each other, then kissed — a deep, burning kiss, more intense than any before.
Time seemed to stop.
The world itself vanished.
When they finally pulled away, ten minutes had passed, and the air between them was heavy with emotion.
Alpha took a deep breath, her cheeks flushed.
"Then… let's go find that sword you need."
Leon smiled, half amused, half tender.
"Actually, more than a sword… what I really want right now is a room with a double bed and no one to interrupt us."
The elf blushed to the tips of her ears.
"...Me too. So let's finish this quickly and go home."
She nestled against his chest, feeling the warmth of his heartbeat against hers.
But peace didn't last long.
"FIND THEM! THE INTRUDERS ARE HERE!"
"KILL THEM!"
The sound of boots echoed as dozens of enemies emerged from the shadows.
Leon sighed — and in perfect sync with Alpha, raised his magic pistol.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Within seconds, every enemy fell — clean shots to the forehead.
Smoke still rose from the barrels as they exchanged a knowing glance.
"Let's get out of this hole already," Leon said.
"Agreed. We have much more pleasant plans ahead," Alpha replied with a mischievous smile.
The two advanced through the underground corridors, moving with almost supernatural coordination.
In less than ten seconds, they had wiped out the remaining foes and freed all the captive girls.
Then they reached the lowest level.
Leon kicked the door open, the sound echoing like thunder.
A vast chamber, nearly a hundred square meters wide, stretched before them.
At its center stood an altar surrounded by cold blue flames.
Behind it, an old man with crazed eyes and black robes chanted profane words — and upon the altar lay a young woman with long black hair, clutching a magical sword.
"Damn intruders! You dare interrupt the resurrection of the Great Demon King?!"
Leon raised an eyebrow.
"Demon King? Oh… that guy? I just killed him."
The old man turned pale.
"T-That… that cursed blade! It destroyed the Demon King! Who… who the hell are you?!"
Leon picked up the sword Terminus Est, which gleamed with a pure, holy light that illuminated the dark chamber.
"I'm just a good wanderer passing by," he said with a half-smile. "Remember that when they ask you in hell who killed you."
(End of Chapter)