1 Angel - I
A keening filled the air. It was followed by a discharge of energy, invisible to the naked eye, but powerful enough to heat the surrounding air to expansion, causing a small thunderclap. Electromagnetic sensors throughout the city recorded a cross-shaped release of alien energies. The discharge faded, leaving the lingering smell of ozone, and an Angel.
He was unlike the majority of his brethren. He was humaniform. In fact, he resembled a small, flying baby. He had short, curly golden hair and red eyes. He wielded an ornate short bow, and carried a quiver of arrows on his back, between his fluffy wings. And he wore a diaper.
The Angel looked around him. He was on a deserted city street. His inhuman perceptions registered the sounds of human activity in the background: the hum of traffic, the ringing of school bells, the smell of concrete in the sun. Buildings towered proudly around him, dwarfing him. Most of them looked like offices, though they were unusually designed.
The one next to him was designated "Eva-Ejection Point 09."
The Angel smiled. "Tokyo-3."
The city had called to him for as long as he could remember. Adam was here. The Angel could feel him, as could all his brethren. His father slept, somewhere in this sprawling monument to human ingenuity, waiting for his children to return to him...
Something disturbed the Angel's thoughts. It was a moment before he recognized the sound. Beethoven's "Ode to Joy."
He looked down the street. Walking towards him was a young man, little more than a boy. He wore a school uniform, with dark trousers, and he carried a school bag. The boy had thick black hair. His eyes were downcast, and his shoulders sagged, as though he carried a burden unusual for one so young. He was listening to his Walkman, the source of the music.
The Angel watched as the boy walked dejectedly past him. He shook his head. He could feel Adam's call singing in his blood, but he set it aside for the moment. He'd been asleep for far too long. It was time for some fun.
A keening filled the air. It was followed by a discharge of energy, invisible to the naked eye, but powerful enough to heat the surrounding air to expansion, causing a small thunderclap. Electromagnetic sensors throughout the city recorded a cross-shaped release of alien energies. The discharge faded, leaving the lingering smell of ozone, and an Angel.
He was unlike the majority of his brethren. He was humaniform. In fact, he resembled a small, flying baby. He had short, curly golden hair and red eyes. He wielded an ornate short bow, and carried a quiver of arrows on his back, between his fluffy wings. And he wore a diaper.
The Angel looked around him. He was on a deserted city street. His inhuman perceptions registered the sounds of human activity in the background: the hum of traffic, the ringing of school bells, the smell of concrete in the sun. Buildings towered proudly around him, dwarfing him. Most of them looked like offices, though they were unusually designed.
The one next to him was designated "Eva-Ejection Point 09."
The Angel smiled. "Tokyo-3."
The city had called to him for as long as he could remember. Adam was here. The Angel could feel him, as could all his brethren. His father slept, somewhere in this sprawling monument to human ingenuity, waiting for his children to return to him...
Something disturbed the Angel's thoughts. It was a moment before he recognized the sound. Beethoven's "Ode to Joy."
He looked down the street. Walking towards him was a young man, little more than a boy. He wore a school uniform, with dark trousers, and he carried a school bag. The boy had thick black hair. His eyes were downcast, and his shoulders sagged, as though he carried a burden unusual for one so young. He was listening to his Walkman, the source of the music.
The Angel watched as the boy walked dejectedly past him. He shook his head. He could feel Adam's call singing in his blood, but he set it aside for the moment. He'd been asleep for far too long. It was time for some fun.