Standard disclaimer: Neon Genesis Evangelion and anything related to it are trade-marketed properties of Studio Gainax and Hideaki Anno. The Bastards.


Act 1: The Curtain Rises

-Tokyo 3 Center - Middle lane.-

She checked if the overhead sign matched the map and directions on the satnav from the rented car. Never horribly wise to trust those things blindly, especially since she was never here before.

'12 years. 12 gods-damned years and the bastard asks me to come over now. ' Yuria Ikari, 21, thought absentmindedly. Picking up her phone, she thumbed over to the picture she received from a certain Misato Katsuragi, showing said woman in a red bomber jacket and a black tube dress underneath, leaning back into a seemingly brand new Renault Alpine.

'She looks amiable enough, at least. Of course, the king bastard himself couldn't actually bother to come meet me so he sends a poor lackey to do so.'

"Hey. Name's Misato Katsuragi, but you can call me Misato. I'm an employee of your father's, he can't come meet you so I will. Looking forward to meeting you. Check the photo included for reference."

Which is when Yuria's abruptly brought out from her memory, by a loud siren ringing across the city, together with all signs switching to a blaring red -EMERGENCY- warning.

With all other cars hurriedly heading to runoffs from the main highway, she suddenly found herself alone in the road before she could think to do anything.

"Well. Fan-fucking-dabey-dosey."

Without many other decent options, the young woman put the foot down on her rental car, and headed to the meeting point with her destiny.


As she looked at her wristwatch for what seemed like the umpteenth time since arriving at the entrance to the park where she was supposed to meet this Katsuragi woman, the estranged former son of Gendo Ikari noticed faint jet noises in the distance, seemingly lots of it, and growing louder by the second.

Which was the time a missile decided to rocket a few meters above her head, turning up and over the surrounding buildings, hurling from a particularly low flying VTOL craft towards an unseen enemy.

"The HELL!?"

While she looked surprised at the trail of smoke, several other missiles streaked the sky towards the same direction, causing numerous explosions in the distance. Just for a pink lance out of seemingly pure energy to trace the same sky in the opposite direction, causing another explosion, and one of the Vtols to come careening down towards Yuria.

"Crapbaskets!"

Just as she leapt to the side to avoid the worse of the crashing craft, an offensively blue Renault Alpine came screeching across an intersection nearby, and to an impossibly even more screeching halt just a meter away from the befuddled young woman, passenger door opening to reveal a certain sunglasses-wearing Misato Katsuragi.

"Yuria Ikari? In the car, NOW!"

Before Yuria could answer however, a humongous black foot stamped behind the car, shaking the very ground where she stood. And so she looked up.

And up.

And still up more, horrifyingly.

Until she saw a bony-looking, bird-like skull with black eye sockets. Black eye sockets that she would bet her life that were somehow focused on her.

Get in the car she did, faster than she ever thought a human being could move.

As Misato slammed the car in gear and launched them away from the thing with a speed that would put anything short of an aircraft carrier catapult to shame, Yuria tried to make herself remember how to breathe or blink.

In that fraction of a second, when her eyes meet the creature's, every single cell in her body screamed at her that whatever was before her should not be. It was wrong. Inexplicably wrong. The feeling it awakened within her was nothing short of existential dread. She never really believed in a higher power, but from this day forward she'd know that, if one existed, it loathed humanity and everything related to it with an undying hatred.


Misato drove towards the closest Geofront entry at breakneck speed, but as she took a long straight, used the time to look at her new passenger.

The poor young woman, waist-length black hair, wearing a shirt and pants, all black, was seemingly scared out of her wits. Eyes threatening to bulge out of the sockets, hands cradling her head, struggling to breathe and whole body shaking like a tree in a storm.

"Yuria? Yuria san? Are you ok? That thing probably scared you halfway to death. We're safe for now, don't worry."

Taking the time to regain some of her breath, the young Ikari managed to look at her and sum her thoughts in a very precise way.

"Wha- What... the ever-loving fuck... was that thing!?"

Misato bit her lips for a second, trying to put what she was going to say into some sort of coherent sequence.

"Alright... first off, that thing back there was what we call an Angel." At the other woman's puzzled expression, all she could do was shrug.

"Hey, I didn't name them. Anyway, I work in the organization your father commands, NERV. Our purpose is defending humanity against the Angels. He probably mentioned something to you about his work being important, yeah?"

"Yeah... yeah, he did... never got that specific, though, and I never thought he'd be commanding an organization against something like THAT. I have no idea why he'd call me here after 12 years however... what could he want from me?"

At the girl's puzzled look, Misato pointed to the glovebox, ushering Yuria to open it.

"He wants your help with dealing with those things. There's some introductory materials here for you if you want to get somewhat more up to speed until we get to HQ. Sorry to dump all of this on you so suddenly, but as you kinda noticed, we're in a bit of a hurry at the moment."

Finishing her explanation, NERV's commander of operations answered her cellphone, throwing short answers to what Yuria could only guess was said HQ. Still trying to get to grasps with what the actual fuck, she decided to examine the material in the glovebox for now.

'So... Gendo Ikari, king of all bastards, is actually leading battle against whatever the jesus tapdancing christ those things are.'

At that though, a memory of the thing's "eyes" flashed in her mind, making her shiver.

'But why would he need my help? And why now of all things? Surely I'm not that extensively qualified that he can't get better people... what's going on in that sick mind of his?...'

At poor Yuria's baffled expression, Misato, now clear from HQ and parking into one of the emergency trains leading into the Geofront, piped up.

"So... is there anything I can help clear up? You seem unusually quiet after freaking out like that."

"Yeah, just... while I stand by my earlier question of what the ever-loving fuck, I just can't possibly imagine what he would need me for. Surely there's several highly qualified people working under him already? Why me specifically?"

Feeling a pang of guilt for a moment, Misato knew that explaining too much as is would only bring on more questions.

"Believe me, he called you here for a good reason. I'll be easier to show you than to tell you, so... trust him, for now?"

If there was a record to how much contempt a snort could carry, at that moment the young Ikari just crushed it by a country mile.

"Hah. Trusting the bastard king Gendo Rokobungi? The same bastard cake with bastard topping and bastard filling that disappeared 12 years ago, left me with my jerk aunt and never sent a word? The bastard who didn't keep even a single picture of my mother? No thanks. Bastard."

While her overuse of a certain adjective made Misato snicker, she couldn't help but notice an oddity.

"Rokobungi?"

Luckily, stares couldn't melt through roof lining, or Misato would need to stomach a repair bill.

"That... thing... doesn't deserve my mother's name."

A sad smile crossed the older woman's lips, making her gaze nostalgically into the ceiling of her beloved Alpine.

"Dad issues, eh? Welcome to the club, friend."


At that moment, the emergency train broke the light into the actual Geofront itself, leaving Yuria in a state that would be best described as speechless. Which was enough to give Misato a tinge of pride, for she was quite important in protecting the beyond-impressive cavern, and the world at large.

"So, first time in a Geofront?"

Winding down the window, the girl could only nod both yes and no at the same time, which gave Katsuragi a very quizzical look on her face.

"Kind of... I've only ever been to one in Germany, and it certainly didn't have it's own weather system... or artificial day-night cycle."

As much as the young Ikari tried, she couldn't help but look wide eyed at a lot of things as they left the train and started making their way through NERV HQ's corridors.

And kept going.

And kept going some more.

It was roughly around this time that Yuria finally had enough and asked to check Misato's map, finally leading them to an elevator, where a (faux) blonde was waiting, with quite the unhappy expression.

"So, how many circles have you gone around in this time Misato? 5 like last time, or do we have a new record?"

With a roll of her eyes, the dark-haired vixen could only flip her friend the bird.

"Yeah yeah, I love you too, Ritsuko. Anyway, I have a delivery of one Third Child."

Looking at the young girl up and down, the head of project E wore about the plainest expression that can be made without actually training.

"So, you're the Commander's daughter, Yuria Ikari, correct? My name is Ritsuko Akagi, I'm the head of project E. If you'd please follow me?"

As the trio made their way down a corridor into a dimly lit room, Yuria couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was watching her. And judging by the sounds and smells she was getting, they were apparently going over a lake of... blood?

Which is when the lights turned on.

'What. The. And fuck?'

In front of the young Ikari was a face. A very purple, very big, very armored face. And for some reason, looking at the... thing's eyes, gave her the very same dread she felt when she looked at the empty holes of darkness that made up the face of the 'Angel' currently decimating the city above them.


Deep beneath the ruins of the middle east, a soul stirs. An old, powerful, and very confused soul. And even halfway around the world, it can feel the light. The hateful, blinding, treacherous light.

Slowly, it places the pieces back together. The glory. The advancements. The betrayal.

And as it simmers in anger, the soul of Thobiasel makes it's way up from the place it was bound towards the surface, a dark smoke starting it's journey to find out what happened since, and set things right once more.


"The multi-purpose, all weather humanoid combat machine, Evangelion Unit 01."

States the faux blonde matter of factly, looking at the bewildered young woman. She can't exactly blame her, an Eva unit was a LOT to take in for a civilian. And yet, she could see the hazel eyes already darting back and forth, the expression changing from bewilderment to calculation, questions, answers.

Plans.

This was the Commander's daughter, alright.

"Wait, let me guess... you guys built a giant robot to fight the giant Angel that can take N2 Antimatter mines to the face?" The young woman asked, remembering what happened on the way to the Geofront.


Misato pulled her car over when she heard the order to withdraw all aircraft from the immediate combat area over the radio, her face a picture of worry.

"Yuria, can you pass me the binoculars in the glovebox? I have to check something."

The younger woman obliged, wondering just what was going to happen that'd leave the purple haired beauty worried after effortlessly outrunning what she could only describe as an Eldritch Abomination.

'Yeah, all the aircraft are getting the heck out of dodge, but for wha... wait, is that Angel over area R-13D? Oh SH-'

"GET DOWN!" She shouted, pushing the poor girl down and throwing herself on top, facing away from the massively blinding explosion as the sheer emanated heat passed over and through the car, leaving the paint on the side facing the blast more than a little washed out.


Yuria rubbed her eyes, the radiation from the blast having managed to send her vision white just by remembering it. Taking a deep breath, she decided to just go with it for now.

"Alright. That's either the most incredibly stupid plan ever devised, or the most incredibly brilliant one. Perhaps both."

She sighed as another explosion shook the very foundations of the massive underground base, doing her best to not show how hard she was working to have to stay still.

"Okay. Well, I'm here, that...thing... Angel...is presumably bearing down on us, and you guys have a giant freaking robot. Kick it. What do I do?"

"You're going to pilot it, Shinji."

Her whole body went rigid at the mention of that name. And the voice who said it. Slowly but surely, her eyes homed in to the command post far above the Eva unit, A see-through panel showing none other than-

"Rokobungi. Fuck you. First of all, fuck you with all the pitchforks in hell, sideways and on fire."

Her tone of voice was low and slow, a near growl that carried with it such hate and venom that would make an Angel proud. As she slowly lifter her finger to point at him, she continued.

"Second, Shinji Ikari is dead. He died more than 6 years ago. My name is Yuria and if you make that mistake again I swear to whatever gods may exist that there will not be a place on this earth for you far enough from me to be safe."

Gendo remained impassive on the outside, but inside his mind was almost proud about how his son, or whatever he wanted to call himself now, finally seemed to have grown a backbone. This would have to be addressed in the plans, but could also be useful.

Then what he actually said finally clicked in her mind, almost audibly so.

"What."

The Head of Project E spoke, looking steadily at the one chance that humanity had of surviving right now.

"Yuria Ikari, you have been selected to be the pilot of Evangelion Test Type Unit 01, our last hope against the Angels which threaten the existence of all mankind."

'Gods, that sounded much better in my head.'

The stunned young pilot to be looked at Misato, her face seemingly begging her to say this was all an incredibly stupid joke.

"No pressure." She said with a beatific smile, completely matter of factly.


Slowly, her face went through several different beginnings of phrase, ranging from another 'What' to several different versions of 'Are you fucking insane'. Finally, she settled in just one of the countless doubts she had about this thing that was an insult to plans everywhere.

"How?"

"There are very few specialized controls, the major movements and functions are thought-operated, and we'll guide you all the way through." The bottle blonde said, looking steadily at the Third Child, diverting her look upwards as one more explosion sent ripples across the LCL.

"And you don't have any other pilot? Someone who's actually trained for this?" Yuria asked, already knowing that they'd probably say no.

Ritsuko decided to show rather than tell, selecting something in her tablet and handing it over to the younger woman.

"Huh..." She could see a blue-haired pale girl in a hospital bed, apparently around her age, covered in bandages and hooked up to a few machines to monitor her condition. Which is when another explosion rocked the underground base, this time noticeably closer as all three women on the catwalk had to hold onto it to stay up. Looking back at the almost-dropped tablet, she could see the poor woman on the other side had fallen off the bed, some blood starting to soak through the bandages, her face clearly in pain as nurses rushed in to care for her.

She had seen enough. She figured she'd end up dying if she just tried to hide anyway, and at this point in her life, self-preservation was a thing that had about run out in her. Maybe she was being stupid, maybe she was being a death seeker, but hell, she could think of worse ways of dying than fighting an Angel inside a giant robot.

Having one last, deep sigh as she accepted her impending eldritch abomination-caused death, she turned to the expectant pair looking at her, giving a nod.

"Fine. Let's get this show on the road."

'I'm going to die, aren't I?' she asked mentally, to no one, as Ritsuko made her way to the control center and Misato followed Yuria towards the entry plug, thanking her heartfeltly on the way.


Unbeknownst to her, an impossibly old dark smoke had found it's way into one of the technicians that were working overhead, it's mind using the newly learned knowledge to understand what they were talking about, the deep, pulsating power of it's mother easily sensed, far underground even from where they were. Thobiasel was amazed at everything he had seen on the way here, everything the Lilim had accomplished instilling a deep sense of pride in one of the seven guardians of the black moon. That they'd come as far as this in only two thousand years despite continuous brainwashing attempts by the hated betrayers, truly revealed their endless potential.

"Not if I can help it, you won't." He whispered, before leaving the body of a very confused power systems technician, and heading into the long white tube protruding from the neck of the purple behemoth.


She coughed as she tried to adjust to breathing the liquid that had filled her entry plug, the reddish orange mixture tasting and smelling like blood, only a lot thinner. To say it felt wrong was an understatement. Meanwhile, the other presence tried to absorb all the information it could from this wonder of lilim ingenuity.

"Alright, we'll begin the activation process Yuria, is Japanese ok for your operating language?" Ritsuko asked, while also paying attention to seemingly thousands of reports from the seemingly infinite amount of techs that were working on it.

"Oh. Actually, could you switch it to English? I'm more comfortable with that right now." She answered, trying to concentrate as the scientist had asked her to. She could feel something inside this thing besides her. Blinking, she mentally corrected herself.

'Two somethings. If I get out of this alive they'll have some explaining to do.'

"Starting second contact. Initiating interface." The younger tech in the command center announced, as Yuria started seeing a myriad of colours and patterns dancing around the walls of the entry plug. She felt a gentle hum as the A10 connectors holding her hair in place started to faintly glow in a colourless light.

Finally, as the walls of the plug became transparent, she was slightly aware that some of the sensations she was feeling were not hers.

"This feels weird as hell." she said to no one in particular, just for a seemingly holographic panel to pop up near her left arm, showing the head of project E together with Misato in the background.

"Don't worry Yuria, that's the Eva's feedback system. It lets you feel what it feels, so you can control it better." The blonde explained before closing the link, turning to Maya with a surprised expression at the brunette's latest report.

"54.7% ? And she's not even wearing a plugsuit... this is exceptional." Turning to her old friend, she nodded. "We're ready, Misato."

"PREPARE FOR EVA LAUNCH!" The purple haired Major declared, sending even more techs scurrying about to release the launch clamps.

Meanwhile, the third child looked at her trembling hands, clenching them to try and will the dread and fear away. No, she didn't particularly mind dying, but the idea of going face to face with the thing currently wreaking havoc in the city, even if from inside a giant mech, still scared her.

The G-forces seceded as her Evangelion came to a violent halt at the end of the electromagnetic tunnel system. In the distance she could see countless gun batteries in the mountains opening fire on the Angel, distracting him from the real threat. Hundreds of thousands of tracer rounds could be seen coming out alternatively of the 4 barrels in each battery, each one aimed perfectly at the Eldritch Abomination doing it's best to block them with it's AT field. Normally, it wouldn't have to even think about the meaningless stings of these insects, but NERV had prepared in the extra 7 years of time they had. At first the old men of SEELE had panicked about the complete lack of angel activity in the expected timeframe, but with a more accurate translation, they noticed they had, somehow, gotten the date wrong.

That they didn't find out the timetable was being interfered with was something a certain triple agent was glad for everyday. Even in exile, the influence of the Guardians was still carried by their best and brightest.


As Yuria watched the battle unfolding before her eyes, she thought she heard a distant guitar melody. It seemed ancient, but she couldn't quite place it. It'd have to be put in the back of her mind however, as Misato appeared in the hololink on her left.

"Ok Yuria, we're distracting the Angel with artillery, it's not gonna hurt him but it's gonna keep him busy while you get the hang of moving the Eva. Ritsuko?"

"Right" The blonde said, splitting the screen with the Operations Director. "You probably felt how the Eva sends feedback directly to your brain. It's a dual way system, so you also only need to think, and the Eva will move accordingly." At that moment, the third child heard a mechanical sound, and felt 'her' body free.

"We've disengaged the muscle and movement locks. Let's start with the basics Yuria, try walking. Preferably not towards the Angel, please."

"Ok... walking. Got it." Concentrating, she willed her massive war machine to move.

And it did. One step and then another, if somewhat unsteady, like it had never really done this before. Watching in her view as the massive armored hands came up to chest height, clenching and unclenching as she willed them to, she momentarily forgot she was going to be thrown face to face against something that should not be, and smiled.

"This feels... incredibly weird. And incredibly amazing." It felt unnatural, and it had noticeable delay and inaccuracy, but that it even worked...

In the command center, the bridge bunnies watched in wonderment as somehow this first time pilot hadn't face planted the multi trillion dollar mech with her first step. They could see that as she moved behind some buildings, away from the Angel, every step was less uncertain than the last, every hand and arm movement looked more organic.

'There must be some way out of here; said the Joker to the Thief'

"Very well done, Yuria. We can't hold the Angel's attention much longer, but it your progress is beyond our expectations. Now, there are daggers we call Progressive Knives stashed into the shoulder pylons. The button above your indicator in the induction lever opens them. Try opening both now." And so Yuria did, gingerly willing 'her' hands around the handle of the knife that was bigger than most cars.

'There's too much confusion; I can't get no relief.'

And so she quickly went through the movements to get acquainted. After the knives, the Pallet Rifle.

'Business men-they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth.'

And finally, the AT Field.

'None of them along the line, know what any of it is worth.'

This was it. Time to put her life on the line. At first, she was sure she was going to die, but inside this thing...

As she felt the warmth all around her, she stepped out from behind the buildings she was hiding at, once again getting a free line of sight to the creature, and the smoldering remains of what once were many gun batteries powerful enough to rip a fortress in half.

Maybe, just maybe, she had a chance.


"FUCK!" She swore as her gun clicked empty. She was doing her best to push her AT Field against the thing's, yet the rounds that she did get onto target were easily stopped by the creature's power. Jumping not very gracefully out of the way from Angel Beam inflicted death, she heard Misato say that her only chance was to take the thing on in melee range, where her Field could null it's. Sweating and hyperventilating, she threw her rifle away, shakily nodding to the Major.

'No reason to get excited, the thief-he kindly spoke.'

She grunted as she repeatedly punched the crystalline barrier, each strike cracking it more and more to the sound of fragile glass. 'I can do this, the bastard's not even reacting. This is it!'

As her final punch finally shattered the field, the angel grabbed her fist, the pink glowing lance of light forming in his forearm before sliding forward, piercing armor, flesh and bone as she screamed.

'There are many here among us, who feel that life is but a joke.'

"Extensive damage to right arm! At Field unstable!" Maya shouted, Misato watching horrified at the main monitor as she saw the Angel grab Unit 01's arm with the other hand and swing him overhead, smashing the gigantic android into the ground right in front of it. As he pulled his weapon back from the Evangelion's mangled arm, the pilot tried desperately to regain her senses as the overwhelming pain and disorientation consumed her, until she heard the Major's cry of dodge, dazedly throwing her Eva to the side as another lance of light pierced the ground where it's chest was just a second ago.

'But you and I we've been through that, and this is not our fate.'

She ran away between buildings as she retreated as Misato has ordered, her arm numb from the pain, when a searing heat came from behind, her vision filled with pink as she did her best to not fall, turning back to the explosion just to see the massive form of the angel moving way too fast through it.

Headed for her.

She could only grab with her left arm as the angel held the Eva, and by extension her's, head, a pink light forming in the middle of it's palm. The third child gasped as she prepared for death, only to have dark smoke filling the corners of her vision, before darkness.

"So let us not talk falsely now."

Misato screamed the name of her new pilot as the lance pierced the Evangelion's head. "Abort the mission! Eject the entry plug!"

"I can't! The signal is being blocked from inside!" The main tech responded, panic evident in her voice. 'This is wrong, this is not how this was supposed to work!'

"Major! The right arm is regenerating! Pilot vitals stabilizing!" Makoto Hyuga, one of the pair of male techs in the bridge, reported incredulously.

"What!? Impossible!" The head of Project E exclaimed, her own eyes betraying her as she could clearly see both in the cameras and in the telemetry that not only was that happening, but the pilot's Sync Ratio shot up to the mid 90's.

"We've won." The sub commander quietly stated, as Gendo Ikari smiled behind his gloves.

"The hour's getting late."


The two voices sang through the eva comm system, shocking everyone as the command and bridge crew watched Unit 01 apply enough pressure to the angel's right arm to shatter it, the lance of light dissipating as the otherworldly being howled in pain.

The bridge bunnies gasped as the Eva proceeded to smash the angel's midsection with it's fist, sending it reeling back, eyes glowing a blazing red.

"Ikari. This is different from what we predicted." The sub-commander stated, listening intently as they heard a melodic humming coming from the entry plug, the video feed showing the pilot, Yuria Ikari... with solid black eyes and a grin on her face. This was not supposed to happen.

This was very, very wrong the old Ikari thought.

"All along the watchtower.

Princess kept their view."

They could hear, feel, the angry growl of the creature in front of them. Willing the 60 meter tall war machine onto it's feet, their thoughts in unison, they could feel as the being that was an affront to all sanity healed the hole in it's head, until all there was left was a small scratch on the restored cranial armor.

"So... the masters of the betrayers have decided to dirty their hands, finally? My... how the mighty have fallen. It will be a pleasure to complete your demise...Sachiel." The twin voices said, as the 3 and a half billion year old soul willed the Evangelion to finally bring some of it's true potential to bear.

"While all the women came and went.

Bare foot servants too."

"Angel has resumed the attack! High energy reaction detected inside the target!" Maya barked, doing her best to put the insane readings she was getting into context.

"Yuria! Dodge!" Misato shouted, unsure of what to do with this massive turn of events. One moment, her charge-to-be was getting decimated, and now she seemed firmly in control of the battle. And her eyes were solid black. She'd have to talk with Ritsuko about that.

"Unit 01 is maintaining position! Wait, it's... walking towards the angel! AT Field currently at 138% of maximum theoretical power and holding under sustained energy assault!" Ritsuko informed the bridge, unbelieving of what she was seeing.What had they really unleashed?

"Outside in the distance.

A wild cat did growl."

They smiled as they whispered the words, finally reaching the source of the light currently cascading against their AT field harmlessly. Grabbing the Angel's face plate, their left hand slowly started to crush it, cracks forming into the bone, the otherworldly being all but howling in pain and the other, single feeling it was sure it'd never, ever feel.

Fear.

As it watched the pitiful being writhe in despair, only remaining arm flailing wildly in an attempt to free itself, the Eva broke it's jaw restraints, blood-red teeth meeting cold air for the first time in a long, long while.

And so it growled. It growled in triumph. In mockery. In hate.

"Two riders were approaching.

And the wind began to howl."

Maya averted her eyes as the entire command center watched the Eva push it's opponent down and... eat...the Angel's core. Piece by piece, mouthful by mouthful, the doomed being on the ground writhing in pain, it's desperate cries only able to be described as an Angel's way to beg everything to end.

Seemingly having had enough of it's feast, the man made abomination arched back and let out a last, defiant, blood-curdling howl as pieces of core dissolved in it's maw, before bringing a fist to crush the remains of the Angel's receptacle of the soul.

As Misato watched the blood-covered titan lean forward and finally shut down, her ashen face could only utter her single thought since the massacre began

'Just what in God's name IS Unit 01?'


So, that was it, the first chapter of my first "serious" fanfic. Hope you all enjoyed it, I'm looking forward to continuing it.

As you may have noticed, this version of Eva has quite a few differences, mostly in the pilots being actual (arguably) adults, the introduction of the guardians of the black moon, and the Angels being more vicious in combat. But are these the only differences? Probably not! You'll have to keep reading to find out, muahahahaha!

The song that plays in 'Italic' during the fight with Sachiel is All Along the Watchtower, Battlestar Galactica version. Feel free to play it in the background while you read for increased immersion.