Seven days. That's all it took, but it feels like much longer. Seven days from birth to being a father. Or mother. Still not sure how that one works...

The first day, I took the form of a glowing humanoid, standing upon the red seas of the ruins of my world. I don't think I was quite male or female at the time, in fact I think I lacked any features. It was my first day, after all. That day I spent learning from the memories of those billion odd souls sacrificed to make me. It was midday before I realised I had taken on a more defined shape. I was male, about mid twenties to early thirties. I had tanned skin; not quite sure what race, but I don't think it quite mattered. Despite the fact that the red waters below me did not show any reflection, I knew my hair was black and my eyes were blue. I was seven – no eight foot tall. I looked around and knew that this world would never do, so I began to reshape it into a single land mass. Night fell so I rested and learned of what I would need to do tomorrow.

The next day I had learned of what the world had once looked like, so I began to reshape and remake the plants, animals and all those other little living things with the soup beneath my feet.

I wasn't paying too much attention to what I was doing, so I ended up with a few creatures that should have been long extinct running around my new world. I liked these 'dinosaurs' so I played around with their genetics a bit, creating a few new kinds. In doing so, I began to notice a new force, somehow opposite, yet connected to this universe. I began to study this new force and found, to my horror, found dark entities that hungered for souls.

The souls of humanity. The souls of my parents.

I panicked and reached out to those souls. That's when I found him; Shinji Ikari. This was unusual, he was still alive, in orbit around my world, but his soul was separate from mine. He was not one of my parents, yet I still felt for him. I reached out and found not just his soul, but two others trapped with him; one human the other not quite. The other two were bound together and there was nothing I could do to separate them. However, I found that the reason they were bound was because the other one, the one that was not quite human, was incomplete; just a ball of uncontrolled emotion. I made a bond with this soul, completing it in return for the other soul. Unfortunately, the other human soul did not become a part of my collective and passed on. Fearing it would feed the dark entities, I took the energies into my own form, minimising the spiritual damage it would receive. It was odd, but I realised it increased my own strength, if only by a tiny fraction. I took my focus off of the dead soul and back to this Eva. She was it stasis, somehow keeping her human pilot in a time lock by using the energy of her own soul. I realised that they could be useful sometime in the future, so I took them and hid them deep within the warp, in a part that I controlled. While there I realised that the emotion that fuelled me was faith. I chuckled as I realised that it was quite appropriate.

Over the next three days, I took each individual soul and remade its body. On the sixth day I remade the great cities and machines that they once had, all bar the Evangelions. That afternoon, I bound each soul to its respective body and awoke them. I realised then that I had effectively become the father to my own parents. I then shrugged it off; I am a god, things like that happen.

I shook myself mentally. These thoughts were not helping. I wondered why I was tormenting myself like this; surely, in my weakened state, I could not bring him back now? I should have done it during the great crusade, but I had put it off until I really needed him, then when Horus... I so too preoccupied, too deep in my own anger and grief that I forgot about him. The fourteenth black crusade was on the horizon, its start signalled by the loss of an entire Titan legion to the whims of chaos. Even if humanity survived (in no way could it be called a victory), they would still be so damaged by it that there would be little to no chance that we could survive the next thousand years. I sighed, the sound muffled by the machines keeping my mortal form alive. If only I could call Shinji out of his slumber. Then we might have a chance.

I paused. Yes, maybe I could... It had been over thirty thousand years and my presence in the warp had grown significantly. Maybe, even in my prone and weakened state, maybe I could awaken him. All I would need is to guide one of my ships near there as the Eva awakes and send a message to pick it up.

There was always the chance it could all back fire. In fact, it was almost certain to fail, especially if the dark ones found out. 'But, if it works'. I grinned, 'It would be so worth it!'

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A/N: Yes, I know I am already working on another and I am still working on it, but this is exam month (yes exam MONTH, everything is just pilling up ) so I have very little time to plan that one.

And this was born from a discussion between my mates – who would win, an Eva or an Imperial Titan? Then it moved to how they'd be in the same universe, then we reasoned that Third Impact gave birth to the God-Emperor and from there this was born.

Don't worry though, I will update Neon Apocalypse Evangelion soon... next month xP Don't worry, I've got a... vague idea of where I'm going *shot*