Disclaimer: Neon Genesis Evangelion isn't mine, so don't sew me...
If there is something that gets on my nerves, is the fact that everyone thinks that Rei Ayanami is an angel or something of the sort... so this is my version of her story... what I think is the real nature, of the one that is condemned to be misunderstood forever...
Nara Starr
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In the beginningChapter one: The merciless angel
She contemplated the world in silence as the tempestuous power of a faceless god created the earth and sky, the heavens and her hell...
"So, this is the start of it all... isn't it mother?"
Her slender body mover through the newborn seas and the fragrant erupting volcanoes, the lava tickling her bare feet. The wind played with her thick locks of hair and her scarlet eyes followed the beginning of life in a frigid and almost bored way.
"What is the point of creating life, if it's destruction is already written?"
Her soft wings of leathery black whipped lightly behind her as she made her way through the slumbering creation of an imperfect reality... She looked up to the sky and contemplated the stars as the gleamed in the velvet darkness... the darkness that she loved, but that she wasn't part of...
"Why mother? Why won't he let us in? why is he so cruel? The god that should be merciful... why do I love what I am predestined to hate? Why mother? Why?"
She sat on the primitive grass, her demon wings folding smoothly behind. Her eyes fixed on those sparklingly white crystals above her head... Even before the earth had been created, she used to spend all her time lost in the nothing of her reality, contemplating melancholically the stars that she would never be able to seize between her hands...
"Is this the punishment I must deal with for my sins? Is it truly?"
"Well, I'm surprised, I never expected a Demon to express about herself like that..."
She stood up briskly, her wings spread out behind her threateningly. There, in front of her eyes, the most beautiful creature was standing... His hair was a lustrous mass of silver tresses and his wings where of silky, white feathers. His face was handsome and elegant, with a sharp nose and soft, fine mouth, slightly parted in a cocky smile. But what captivated her attention where the angel's deep red eyes, just like hers, but full of a warmth that she did not posses...
The angel advanced towards her slowly, his pallid limbs moving graciously under the stars... She stared at him coldly as he stopped right in front of her and grabbed her chin lightly with his hand, raising her head just slightly to examine her face better...
"Well well, aren't you pretty? I didn't know that the she-demon that came every day to contemplate the lord's creation could be so beautiful..."
She stepped away quickly, anger rising inside her as well as a sudden flush. She had never been said that, not by anyone she knew... Trying to compose herself, she stared back at him as he circled around her dawdlingly, waiting for her move...
"My! You are pretty aggressive you know? I only wanted to take a better look at you..."
"What do you want angel? Why are you here?"
He laughed slightly and stepped up to her, his hand taking hold of her slim arm in an instant, his face so close to her she could smell his breath, fragrant and sweet, just as she had imagined so many times in angel's...
"I came to meet you, and to ask you what do you do here, contemplating our heavens every day... Demons shouldn't be allowed here, roaming around this new earth, corrupting it with evil and disaster..."
"Oh, and I suppose arrogant angel's should?"
He glanced at her coldly, the smile disappearing from his face...
"We are worthier that you..."
"Yes, striding around like you owned this, feeling so superior when you could be the ones corrupting earth with your supposed purity and..."
But he had heard enough and, with one swift movement he hurled her over his shoulder, rancour and fury deep in his heart. Instinctively her wings spread out and she landed gracefully on her feet, her eyes fixed upon him...
"Why, did I offended you? My, you would have thought that angel's where sweet and polite but it doesn't seem so now. Tell me, are your brothers like this too? Or you are the shameful exception?"
She saw his anger rise swiftly, as he attacked her with all his might, his wings spread out beautifully behind him. It was a strong blow, so strong it almost knocked her over, but she was able to stand it, fury shining in her eyes... Before they knew it, they had been wrapped in a fight that would change their lives forever... Arduously she resisted the continuous attacks tossed upon her by the furious angel, that didn't stop until she was lying on the floor, blood dripping profusely from her wounds. He stood above her, a feeling of superiority emanating from him... He smiled, as she struggled to stand up, her fine, blue hair splattered with that dark blood of hers...
"Don't you ever insult me again demon, or I'll kill you, even if you are yet another creature from the lord, I'll kill you...
"And... and since when... does he acknowledges me... as one of his group... angel?"
She looked up at him and he stared surprised at the thick tears that ran through her face... Suddenly, a new feeling took over him, a deep guilt developed inside him, accompanied by shame... His mouth opened, but no words came out as she picked herself up and stared at him coldly, resentment and pain in her eyes...
"It doesn't matter... how much I try to imagine it... I will never... be able... to see me... as one of his creations... He made my mother with the same material... with which he made your father... and yet he lives up there, and she is condemned to his hell... why? I cannot understand why..."
She stared at him and suddenly her hand moved swiftly through his face, opening a deep gush on his cheek. He stepped back surprised, as his blood trickled down to his cheek, and then to the floor, where it fell in small puddles at his feet... he stared at the blood, the same blood as hers and his eyes filled with horror... She smiled bitterly...
"Yes angel... we have the same blood, because we are the same... the only difference is that you are up there, and I'm down here..."
And with that final declaration, she collapsed at his feet, as he realized staggering, that she was right...
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By the way, this story is a bit different to my other pieces, (I guess those who have read my pieces know what I mean) it is more crude and cold I think, and I used Anne Rice's 'Menmoch the devil' as reference for what I wrote (5 star book, a must read) so please don't kill me for the ideas exposed in the fanfic, just take it as a possibility, or as whacked up nonsense if you feel really furious at it...
Oh, and no comment from my boyz this time... I fear that if Kaworu reads this, he'll have my head U
Nara Starr
(Chapter 2 coming up!!!... I swear... ReViEw!!!)