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Archaíos Apokalýpseis Evangelion

Prologue: The Beast and Devil's spawn

The remains of god's body, the holy union of Adam and Lilith, lay grossly scattered across its home. The decomposing flesh, instead of tainting the air, purified it. Its severed head seemingly watched over Shinji Ikari, the former medium of Instrumentality. He laid on the beach, his white dress shirt and black pants still soaked from the LCL. The odd smell filled his lungs as he stared at Earth's blood stained moon, he remembered the cross Misato gave him.

He held the small trinket, its cord wrapped around the entirety of his fist. She hadn't come back yet. He lifted himself up to the new world, its waters distorted by LCL, the crucified bodies of the Mass Production Evangelions standing off-sided in the ocean. His hand carved into the snow-white sand below him, he lifted it up where he could see it. The tips of his fingers rubbed the grains of sand between them.

With the strength that he had, his body raised, the sterling cross securely enclosed within his hand. He weakly limped over towards a graveyard of wooden poles protruding from the ground.

He found, with little effort, a blunt rock. His eyes scanned for just the right monument to her memory, when he found one with a single nail embedded in it. He tenderly observed the jewelry, then ripped its cord, with only the cross intact, he placed the nail through the hole. But that alone wouldn't hold it there, so he took the rock and smashed the nail flush to the cross. He quietly stood in vigil over her grave, she isn't coming back... This only reminded him of what mother said, "Anyone can return, so long as they can imagine themselves within their heart."

His gaze set on the cross, "Nobody's coming back." He'd been here for what? Days? He lost count after the first sunset, and he alone rested along the beaches. Had he gone insane from loneliness? Probably, hell he was crazy even before all this happened. This solitary only confirmed it.

The former Evangelion pilot reluctantly left his make-shift grave for her. He led himself to the body impression on the sand, he took his place and returned to counting the impacts that blemished the stained moon.

His ears filled with the placid waves crashing against the bone white shore. He'd been listening for hours, the sloshing sounds of LCL against sand was soothing, oddly. He continued listening until, he heard something drop into the sea.

He turned towards it slowly, Rei... She floated above the sea, part of her was hidden behind something red. He watched her, while she looked back, her stoic mask as strong as ever. Did she really care? Yes. Yes she did. And with only a twitch of his eye did she disappear again.

He forced himself up, his eyes searched for her half-heartedly. He gave up, then studied the red next to him. Asuka, her eye and right arm wrapped by an unknown entity, stared into the Milky-way. Her red plugsuit's right arm sleeve was missing. His shallow angst ripped at his insides while he gluttonously eyed her body. For all the hell she put him through, all the names, the rejections, he couldn't stand her! Why did she come back?! Of all the people to come back, she did!

Shinji dragged himself across the sand and straddled Asuka's waist. His face, disturbingly, never changed from its stone exterior, although his emotions ran amuck. His thumbs dug into her apple, its brethren wrapped around her frail nape.

He's really going to kill her, Asuka laid there defenceless, unable to do anything but blame herself. She loves Shinji Ikari, why did he never see that, he didn't hold her, he didn't advance, he's so stupid. Why? She told him of her Wall of Jericho, yet he didn't topple it. She was going to die, again. At lease she deserved it now and the one thing that stood out from the rest of her shattered mind was one thing, she loves him, Shinji Ikari, pilot of Evangelion Unit-01. With all the vigor she could muster, she gave her last sign of affection, a testament to change.

Shinji noticed Asuka elevating her hand, she's going to hit him. So Third Impact really did do nothing for her, or so he thought. Her right arm lifted to his face... gently. Gently? Her decimated hand tenderly caressed him, her fingers intertwined with his moppy dark-brown hair. She allowed her hand to slowly trail down his face, until it fell. Shinji stopped all motoring function, could she? His hands loosened, then he couldn't hold it in anymore.

Asuka felt water collide with her cheeks, was he crying? She looked up to him, his hands had left her. Yes, he was crying, at least she had stupid Shinji back. Her senses noticed the vulgar, almost embalming smell of the LCL, it made her say one thing aloud, "I feel sick..."

She woke herself to the heavenly scent of... cooking? Her eye fluttered open, it gravitated towards the light that beckoned her. Shinji, with a piece of cloth wrapped around him, tended to a fire, he rigged a tripod made of sticks and a pot filled with something she knew would make her taste-buds scream.

She rose clumsily, Shinji heard it and left his stew for her. He quickly slid next to her, diligently checking her body. He wrapped his arm around his fellow pilot's back as he lifted her, "Are you alright?"

Hell no, her arm hurts and she lost an eye, how would she be ok? Stupid Shinji... Besides that internal issue she nodded, her one good arm pointed towards the pot, Shinji noticed it, "Oh, I figured that I could make some soup."

She moved her arm towards her stomach, it rubbed the epidermis above said organ in circles. He took a split-second to decipher her gesture. He placed her down and raced to the blazing fire, he hissed in pain when his hand caught a heated piece of metal. He recovered quickly, his hand hastily poured the soup into a clean, tin can.

He gave it to her, his hand shook violently as it neared her's. Asuka watched his hand spasm, then it neared her grasp, where she took it from him thoughtfully. He lifted her again, while she sipped the stew. God, was she really this degraded? She purely dependant upon Shinji to care for her broken form, this was awful. She felt his arms around her, holding her so she could enjoy his meal. She fought her pride and with what will she had left, she told him, "Thank you..."

She felt Shinji tense, then relax. Did Asuka just say thank you? He almost felt like laughing but, continued holding her until she finished. Asuka licked her chapped lips, "Do we have any water?"

Shinji nodded, his hand traveled to the homemade bandolier and retrieved a bottle of purified water. His hand gave it to her, without shaking much. She took a quick swig, then handed it back to him. "So, where did you find the supplies?"

Shinji took a granola bar out for himself, replying, "There's a Chinese supermarket about a quarter-mile away from here."

Asuka's brow arched questionably, "A 'Chinese' supermarket?"

Shinji groaned, well this'll be hard to explain, "Um, yea we're on Asia's coast now. I think."

Her eye twitched, she looked around, a few signs and remaining boats emblazoned with the foreign language, "Why are we in China?"

Shinji sighed, oh crap... "Well, there's not much left of, you know... Japan."

Asuka blinked, so it's gone? Everything? It must've been those Mass Production Evas, assholes... She turned back to Shinji, who silently chewed his grain bar, "Were is everyone?"

He stopped in mid-bite, his newly gained appetite disappeared, again, "I... I don't know."

Asuka eye left him and traveled towards the stars, she remembered the moon a little differently than before, one being that there wasn't a big ass blood streak across it before. She also noticed weird, red lines marking the skies. God has the world changed that much in the time she was gone? Her eye returned to Shinji, his granola bar forgotten, she asked him, "Can I have a blanket?"

His shoulders drooped, "Sorry, I didn't get one."

Asuka grimaced a little, she didn't know why but, her body felt extremely cold. If she wasn't in near the fire, she'd be stiff as a board. Her hand rubbed the aching right shoulder, it almost felt numb. She knew the possibility of her ever recovering function within her arm was unlikely. It's a just dead piece of meat now, who cares? She didn't.

Shinji twirled his thumbs, he thought of Third Impact, Rei, father, mother... But Jesus, thinking about Rei was the worse, who was she? His sister, mother, Lilith? Because with the way she confessed herself to the sixteenth angel about him, utterly baffled any previous conceptions he had of her. She told him that she didn't love him that way before, what changed? Did anyone know, because he sure as hell didn't.

He turned back towards the fiery German, even with her being so weak, she radiated with beauty. God he's such an idiot, after Third Impact he finally understood Asuka, on a certain level, why she was mean, why she called him horrible names, and why she abandoned him. Because of Shinji himself.

All her advances were to pull him closer to her. The shallow words she directed towards him, were in her mind to be used for strengthening him. And that kiss... she wanted him to hold her. Her cries of disgust, were to mask her inner turmoil, he guessed that's why she's always calling him idiot. If only he had the courage, if he wasn't such a coward none of this wouldn't have happened.

Asuka curled into a fetal position, noticing this, he moved over and patted her back, "Wanna be closer to the fire?"

She felt his hand touch her back, it tingled. Her head raised just high enough to look over her shoulder. Her eye meet his pair, she nodded. He took a deep breath, flexing, then relaxing his hand into a fist. He took her in his arms, bridal style, she wrapped her left arm around his neck, her head nuzzled into his collar-bone. He walked to the fire, Asuka holding on tightly to him.

He set himself and Asuka down next to the fire. He moved her away from himself, thinking that she wouldn't want to be near him. She watched him stare into the fire, his body further away from her's. The silence between them nearly drove Asuka insane but, something interrupted it. Her plugsuit lost energy, she studied the energy-gauge which now rested on zero. It loosened, the plates holding it together hissed apart, Shinji eyes widened in horror, as they split.

Asuka wasn't just bandaged on her arm and eye but, her entire body. From breast to hips, they covered her torso completely in gauze, perhaps it was the only thing holding her together. Not her pride or hate but those blood stained bandages...

Asuka simply downcasted herself in self-pity, so the plugsuit wasn't tighter than usual, it was this. These bandages, they felt like strings binding her to a puppeteer, she felt like a stitched up doll...

He didn't know what to say, all of this, her body, her mental state, it was his fault. "Asuka..."

She forced back tears, her covenant would not be broken now, "Don't even."

Shinji's eyes stung, his gaze never left her's. He had to do something, but what? He moved over to her, his body quivered with each step, "I can't even begin to understand... what," he paused, clenching his teeth, he spoke through them, "you're going through Asuka but, can I..."

Was he? No, he's lying. "Go away." She heard his feet shuffle the sand as he came closer to her, "Go away... please." It stopped, he stopped.

Shinji's mind fought itself, leave her alone, she doesn't need him, she's strong. No she's weak like he is, the only way to move forward is to stop pushing others away. Shinji Ikari musn't run away. He lowered himself next to her, his arms wrapped around her broken, lithe vessel.

Asuka's mind froze, not from the cold numbness but, from Shinji's warmth. His arms around her, the beating of his heart vibrating on her back, the hot, dry breath that tickled her neck. No this is wrong, Shinji isn't suppose to be bold, she was! Her pride told her to move but, her body didn't comply. She lost her resistance with Shinji's upcoming words.

"I want to understand, I don't know whether I'll ever understand everything about you. I can't expect that because, I don't understand everything about me. But, I have to put forth effort to understand others, otherwise I'll always be alone." His hand moved to her stunning roux strains of hair, his fingers rubbed the silky textures together, "I want to understand you, Asuka."

Her lips pursed, her eye brimmed with tears, not now. Please. She wanted to be left alone, leave her alone. Why won't he listen! Then she looked down, Shinji's hands encased her by the waist. He lifted her body unto his, where he contacted her with his eyes. His dull, steely cobalt blue eyes dived into her single blazing sapphire.

"I..." he nearly choked upon his own words, tears trailed his cheeks. He had to stay, and not run away. "I love you Asuka..."

She couldn't comprehend, he loves her? How? Why? She left him in his time of need, she refused to help him. How could he love her after all that? Her bandaged torso meet his clothed one, she felt his heart beating faster with every second she didn't answer. Her lips quivered, and finally, Jericho's walls fell.

For the first time in ten years, Asuka's tears met Earth's decomposing air. "You idiot..." Her hands clawed his shirt, grabbing it sorrowfully. She cried, each tear meeting him, for he now was, in her mind, the only one worthy of them. "I love you too."

2017- Two years after Third Impact. Earth's population slowly grows and reconquers their homes. Small communities form to keep peace. The Japanese people are without a home, their ancestral homeland obliterated by an unknown force. In one of these communities, one of the first children of the Neon Genesis is born.

A grown teen sat outside a beige tent, its side bore a red cross. He waited, his white shirt and wind-breaker fluttered in the wind, the suffering of his beloved tore him to pieces. He'd been waiting for hours, his body sweat in anticipation for a new arrival.

He heard the flaps open, a brunette Ritsuko Akagi stood before him. Her classic lab coat and kitten pocket-protector still intact. Her jade eyes were assisted by a narrow frame of glasses. He remembered when she returned a few months ago, and with her help they were able to hold the growing population of their home. She sighed, "Shinji. There's been some complications."

Shinji's eyes widened, oh god. "What's wrong?"

Rits chewed her thumbnail, the anxiety of the situation was driving her to the max, "We had to make a Cesarean section, due to the majority of her internal organs being heavily damaged. The baby's only six and a half months into developement... I don't know if-"

"What are you saying?"

She swallowed her heart down, it throbbed within her chest cavity, "You should spend some time with them." Her hand lifted the tent opening, he walked in without another thought.

Asuka held her tiny bundle in a mediocre field hospital bed, there were blood stains on her gown, this was likely from the surgery. Shinji noticed her sunken eye. He walked closer, while she breast feed their child. He took a collapsible seat next to her, "So a boy or girl?"

She traced her fingers over the child's soft cranium, "A girl."

He chuckled underneath his breath, "A girl..." His hand grazed the child's smooth skin, this was something completely new, he and Asuka made it. This beautiful child. His child. "Did she tell you?"

She visibly moved the baby closer towards her, she knew her fate. There were a few things they didn't expect out of this pregnancy, one was having the child so early, which they didn't even get a chance to decide a few names, "What should we name her?"

He mused, his mind searched for anything to begin with. One thing came to mind, "Kasumi, morning's mist." Asuka nodded in approval, her eyes never leaving her.

"Leipzig?" Her eye left their child, meeting her lover's. Shinji smiled, his tears of angst and joy overcoming him. He took his shirt by the hem, wiping his tears away. She returned to her little bunch of joy, her severed hand touched the fine skin of the baby's cheek, caressing it tenderly, "Kasumi Leipzig Ikari."

Shinji asked, "Ikari? Are you sure?"

Asuka nodded, a smile dawning her face. Shinji took a minute to recoup himself properly, before leaving the tent. Ritsuko waited for him to exit, when he did, he'd changed drastically. He seemed haunted, not like before but, differently, he almost seem lost. Of course he looks sad, his kid's probably not going to make the night, that's how'd she feel if the same thing were to happen to her. She bothered not as he passed her, he continued walking towards his own tent.

He rested in a chair, his hands weakly rubbed his aching temples. These things that were happening around him tore at his foundations of sanity. Ritsuko told him he was likely suffering from PTSD, so he wasn't surprise when he had those nightmares about Third Impact, the MPEvas, Rei... Shinji Ikari lifted the palms of his hands, and watched them. Then he ended his mantra, and ran away, breaking his own covenant.

"Anywhere can be heaven, so long as you have the will to live." This was his hell now.

It was late that day, the news about him didn't reach Asuka yet, but many knew. She was asleep, the baby in her arms, clinging to life. Her small, incomplete breaths shortened with every drag of air. She bore a weak body but, an unbreakable soul, this life musn't be lost.

A druid materialized before them, one clothed in a modest robe of rags, it stood next to them. The druid's features were hidden by the hood's shadow, it looked down upon this wonderful blessing. It reached out, its hand left its reclusive sleeve. Its surface covered in a carapace, bone-like armor, and between these plates of bone was a thin layer of midnight black, holding the others together.

It raised its hand, the bony palm reached its face. A very faint smile grew upon the crimson-eyed being, it spoke in a fluent, monotone voice, "Kasumi Leipzig Ikari, I will bless you with unimaginable strength, for you will be my champion, my disciple, and our savior. Now my child," the druid kissed its palm and reached down to the chosen, where it rested against the infant's head, "this is the beginning of our Ancient Revelation Gospel. You will be our Peter."

"Welcome to the new world."

Preview to next chapter Oni!

She ran, for she was the courier of her settlement, her arms full of the supplementary crops that they provided to this new, bustling city of Tianjin-4. Her breath became heavy, sweat beaded down her creamy skinned face, her lungs burned from the dry, city air. She halted and retrieved her inhaler, she used it, and regained her breath. She placed it back into her hoodie. She took a second to recover, then reached down for her trade. However, the earth glowed from a light, she looked up, her smile grew with awe.

A neon sign, "Welcome all to Unit-21! Come test your steel, can you best the beast?"

She looked through the alley of skyscrapers, where she saw it, her cobalt eyes scanned the beast. The ivory armor, and luminescent, violet highlights gave the machines petrified body a elegantly, vicious form. It was frozen within a crystalized, pink coffin, she saw a small line leading to the four eyed head, where a mysterious capsule exited with the previous participant climbing out.

She'd heard stories from mother about these machines, Evangelions. And when she had the chance, her eyes were glued to the gladiatorial fights but, mother objected to it for some odd reason. She been told by her mother of their power, the whim of god in the form of a machine. The awe-inspiring majesty of this celestial being pulled her closer, she found herself before its single, saber horn, "It's beautiful."

Author's notes: Well guys I'm happy to say that this chapter came out swimmingly! But, for this continuation of lore to proceed, I'll need your help!

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