Prologue - Cries of War
2050.
The GeoFront, beneath Tokyo-3, Japan.
Two titans clash. Shinji Ikari is out of options; he must end his opponent. Within the hull of his great weapon, Evangelion Unit-01, his synchronized movements command his cybernetic ally into combat. The cyborg is directed to bash her lone surviving fist against the skull of their enemy, attempting to shatter it with brute force. With time not on their side, Shinji commands his Eva to dig her fingers deep into the hollowed eye sockets of their grounded foe, ripping outwards in an attempt to decapitate the brute. Zeruel, the Angel of Strength, simply bides his time.
Then it happens. The tide of battle turns. The Eva grows black; silenced. It is out of power. Shinji tries desperately to get his Eva to move, but it is no use; the hulking mass of flesh and metal will not move. Seizing the opportunity, Zeruel wraps his long arm around the motionless body's skull, raising it high into the air and throwing it back. The lifeless body crashes down into the pyramid-shaped structure of Nerv Headquarters situated behind Zeruel's body, unable to retaliate. The triumphant Angel rises, approaching his silenced enemy. He knows instinctively that, although the Eva itself is out of power, it will never fully be destroyed if its core remains intact. Lashing outwards with his blade-like right arm, Zeruel severs the metal from the Eva's silenced bosom, gouging deep into her soft flesh and causing blood to erupt from the open wound. His eye sockets flash a blinding yellowish light and a piercing beam rockets outwards, crashing into the Eva's chest with a massive explosion. When the smoke clears, the metal alloy that once protected the pilot from harm has completely burned away, exposing the helpless pilot's Entry Plug to the wrath of an angered deity. Zeruel raises both his arms, striking repetitively at the Eva's Core, where the Entry Plug and the cyborg's only hope of life resides. Shinji continues to try and awaken his Eva, but his efforts are fruitless. As his final wall of defense begins to crack around him, he realizes that death has final come to claim him.
Then, the tide of battle again sways. Evangelion Unit-01, completely drained of power, roars to life. No quantifiable force can give understanding to her movement; it is simply will. She extends her right hand outwards to block the repetitive attack of her foe. As Zeruel's arm comes down upon the Eva's hand, her fingers tear straight through the Angel's arm as the two appendages come into contact, sparks flying as the unearthly allow gives way to the greater force. The Eva clenches her fist, grabbing ahold of what little remains of the Angel's shattered arm. She thrusts her arm back, forcing the trapped Angel straight into her body. Her jaw clamps snap, unable to keep her unfathomable strength contained, and her ghastly teeth become exposed from beyond her snarling gums. Her foot rises, colliding into the Angel's chest and sending the beast rocketing backwards into the dirt, it's entire arm detaching from the force of the blow. The Eva rises to its feet, a silenced entity once again living. She raises the shredded remains of the Angel's arm up to the stub where her left arm used to be. The two tissue fragments reach for each other and the Eva's arm begins to reconstruct. Using body parts from her enemy, Eva Unit-01 synthesizes herself a new arm, payback for the one she lost to the brute she now faces. The Angel rises, prepared to retaliate against his resurrected foe. Before he can enact his rage, Unit-01 raises her right hand, then quickly thrusts it downwards. With this action, she sends her Absolute Terror Field outwards in a devastating attack against her foe. The energy field pierces Zeruel's own A.T. Field, gouging deep into his soft flesh. Blood showers the battlefield as the Angel's body is torn asunder. The Angel collapses to the floor, mortally wounded. The Eva snarls with a primordial rage. Primal instincts kick in and she assumes a quadrupedal stance as she approaches her fallen enemy, confident in her movements. Zeruel charges his eye beam in a final desperate attempt to keep himself alive, but the Eva stifles his pitiful attempt at life, crushing his skull under her right palm. With her opponent slain, the Eva has won, but she is not finished with the corpse. She bends forwards, digging her teeth into the Angel's abdomen and tearing out a huge chunks of flesh. She begins to devour her fallen enemy. Unholy blood flows from the body as organs spill out into the cold night air. The Eva searches for something in particular as she mutilates the corpse with her teeth. The organ she seeks is small, but unmistakable. She quickly unearths her prize from beyond massive heaps of decaying flesh, digging her jaws deep into the hollowed-out body to reach it. She tears it out, voraciously consuming the soft flesh of the S2 Engine. Having quenched her thirst for blood, she looks onwards upon the horizon with an ominous emerald glow in her eyes. She raises herself onto her hind legs as her muscles begin to bulge. They force themselves to the surface, splintering the metal allow put in place to contain them to pieces. She is free, and all will fear her name. She roars outwards, uttering her hellish voice to the skies. The call is deafening.
In the abyss, he sleeps. Undisturbed, his regal body lays dormant below the waves. He wishes not to be interrupted by the likes of man, hoping their mortal blunders will not force him to return. Unfortunately, it is his destiny to rise again.
The waves crash above him, a melody to his methodical slumber. Although in a state of in animation, his senses are no less acute. He can hear every whisper amongst the depths, smell every drop of blood spilt, sense any disturbance created. Below the frigid blackness of the ocean's vastness, his fire keeps him warm.
The blissful silence is shattered. He can sense a disturbance, one that has been growing in power. An unholy call is heard. It is unmistakable; undeniable—a demon. His glowing fiery eyes crack open, and the darkness is instantly illuminated. The rage of the king has been roused.