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Neon Genesis Goddess: Fate of the Chosen
Prologue
The world had once been beautiful.
Purple mountains flowing smoothly into grassy plains. Great forests of oak and pine dotted the land. Bright blue oceans caressing sandy beaches.
No longer.
The world was now a barren wasteland of rock and fire. The once Great Forests had been burnt to mere ash, consumed by the same fires that had boiled away the oceans. Rivers of molten lava flowed across the surface now. Across the world, volcanoes spewed forth more fire and destruction upon the land.
Yet the world was not completely devoid of life.
At present, the world's population stood at three.
Three beings fought on the landscape.
Two were female, one was male.
One female wore all black, while the other wore blue and white, though that had now gone almost black from the dust and grit in the air.
They fought together against the man who wore grey.
They fought with weapons of wood and steel.
They fought with magical powers on a scale never before seen by mortal man.
And they were fighting to the bitter end.
Much of the destruction of the planet had been caused by the three.
One in an all out effort to not only survive but to conquer, the other two to ensure the long fight would finally end with the defeat of the first.
Unfortunately, the fight would not end on this day.
Leaping backwards, the man raised his staff in a salute and vanished in a flash of light. A loud rumble of thunder echoed in the distance.
"How'd he get away?" the woman in blue and white shouted, turning to her comrade in black. "You said he wouldn't get away!"
"He didn't get far." The woman in black replied. "And he won't be going anywhere for sometime to come."
"What do you mean?"
"I figured he try to pop through my ward." The woman in black answer with a slight smirk. "So I added something extra to it."
The woman in blue and white looked at her curiously. "What did you do?"
"Once he arrives at his new universe, he will be unable to teleport out."
"He's stuck?"
"Very."
"So where is he?"
[NGG:FotC]
With a loud bang, the man in grey appeared, tumbling through the sky. His fall to the ground was broken slightly by a roadside sign. The impact with the ground left him still for but a moment.
"That bitch!" he finally gasped out.
Rising quickly to his feet, he took a quick look around him, his senses stretching out around him.
Seeing and feeling no sign of his pursuers, the man took a moment to relax, before taking in his surroundings in more detail.
He had appeared beside a road. That at least told him he was obviously on a mortal world, but what world was it? In one direction the road lead on into the darkness. In the other, the lights of a town could be seen. There was also something just….off about that town as well.
The man frowned a moment, before looking down at the sign that lay under his feet.
"'Welcome to Sunnydale.'" He read aloud. He then looked back to the city before him. "Let's just see what kind of welcome it is, shall we?"
[NGG:FotC]
"I'm beyond her understanding." A young man said as he slowly circled another man, crouching before him on the ground in a basement. "She's a girl! With sugar, and spice, and everything... useless. Unless you're baking. I'm more than that. More than flesh."
The young man suddenly changed form and became a statuesque blond woman.
"More than blood." She said, "I'm... you know, I honestly don't think there's a human word fabulous enough for me. Oh, my name will be on everyone's lips. Assuming their lips haven't been torn off. But not just yet. That's all right, though."
The blond was now gone. In her place was a form of mismatched parts of man, machine, and something else…..
"I can be patient." The thing stated, "Everything is well within parameters. She's exactly where I want her to be. And so are you, Number 17." The thing said, turning to face the crouching figure. "You're right where you belong."
The man/machine mix was now replaced by a man in a suit.
"So, what'd you think?" he asked the crouching figure. "You'd get your soul back, and everything'd be jim-dandy? A soul's slippier than a greased weasel. Why do you think I sold mine? Well, you probably thought that you'd be your own man. And I respect that. But you..."
The man was now replaced by a pale brunette in Victorian dress.
"...never will." Her voice whispered to him in an English accent. "You'll always be mine. You'll always be in the dark with me... singing our little song. You like our little songs, don't you? You've always liked them. Right from the beginning. And that's where we're going, ..."
A new form now appeared, a man with a demonic visage. Fangs revealed the man to be a vampire.
" ...right back to the beginning!" The Vampire stated, "Not the Bang. Not the Word. The true beginning. The next few months are going to be quite a ride, and I think we're all going to learn something about ourselves in the process." The Vampire looked back to the crouching man. "You'll learn you're a pathetic schmuck, if it hasn't sunk in already. Look at you, trying to do what's right. Just like her. You still don't get it. It's not about right. Not about wrong.
The Vampire was gone.
In his place was a petite blond woman.
"It's about power."
"But what good is power if you cannot wield it?" came a new voice.
The blond turned her head to the side as the man in grey stepped out of the darkness. The blond's eyes widened slightly as his face came into view.
"What are you doing here?" she almost hissed. "Your kind abandoned this world."
"So we did." The man in grey replied. "And I did not come here by choice." He turned and looked at the crouching figure. "That is a kind of oddity here isn't it?"
The blond looked back to the crouching figure.
"Sadly he is not unique." She stated.
"Ah." The man in grey waved his hand. The crouching figure vanished. The blond looked at the man in grey in annoyance.
"I was not done with him." She growled. Her form now changed and became that of a man in black with red markings upon his face. His eyes glowed red as well.
"Your toy has only been put away for now." The man in grey stated, "You can have him back after our discussion." He then smirked. "And your little parlor tricks with have no effect on me….. I am probably one of the few that knows who you are."
The man in black frowned, then changed his form back to that of the petite blond.
"Why are you here?" she asked.
"I am what you might call a renegade." The man in grey stated, "I betrayed my kind because I felt my vision of the world was better then Kami's. As a result, I am hunted by two beings of…. rather disturbing origins." He began to slowly circle the blond. "As the result of a curse, I find myself trapped in this….world, with hardly a friend to my side of things." He then looked at the blond curiously. "Or so I thought."
The blond raised an eyebrow. "You wish to align with me?"
"I prefer to call it a partnership of equals." The man in grey stated, "Until I remove this curse, I will assist you in what you desire."
"It has been sometime since I was amongst your kind." The blond stated, "Have you a name?"
The man in grey smirked.
"I am Loki."