Creation began on 04-29-10
Creation ended on 06-05-18
Neon Genesis Evangelion
The Underworld of Evangelion
A/N: A different story that I hope gets good results later on. I might actually have to start this chapter shorter than I intended it.
CLASH! The thunderstorm made the streets of Tokyo-3 a wet wasteland of people trying to get to their destinations in a slow panic. But high above their heads, a lone woman in black looked down upon them with an expressionless bitterness. An attractive lady in her early-twenties with short, brown, pageboy hair and green eyes.
The streets of this city have never been this lonely before, she thought to herself, dripping wet from the rain that fell upon her. Gendo, the most feared person to have ever led the Rokubungi Lycan Clan…had finally been killed. Victory, as it seemed, was finally within our grasp. The very birthright of the Ikari Vampires, but the aftermath of the single night of chaos and retribution more than five-hundred years ago refused to follow Gendo to the grave. Although the Rokubungi Lycans were fewer in numbers than they were the previous century, the war had become more perilous…as the moon no longer held her sway upon them. Older, more powerful Rokubungi Lycans…were now able to change their forms at will, without any effort involved. While our weapons for taking them on and down had evolved, our orders remained the same: Hunt them down and kill them off to the last one. A very successful campaign… Perhaps…too successful.
She looked across the street towards another building's rooftop and gazed at a man, wearing the same, black, form-fitting attire as she was that was obscured by a long coat, and and watched him take a few pictures at the people below them before jumping off the roof to seek out the enemy that walked amongst them in order to kill them. Noticing how the regular people just walked about, unaware of the war they were in, the danger that lurked nearby, it just made her bitter at how ignorant that they had to be in order to survive. Even children were kept in the darkness about the dangers that lived among them, never knowing that you can live another day only to lose your life the next day. It made her very bitter at having to hide herself from the people that weren't like her…and there was someone she longed to see again that she held dear to herself.
For those like myself, an Executioner, an elite warrior, this signaled the end of a grand era. Soon, like the weapons of the previous century, we, too, would become obsolete. A pity for me, really, for I lived for it. She finished as she leapt off the building and onto the wet streets in silence, joining the few people around her that didn't see her.
To be continued…
A/N: I apologize for taking so long. Life is a complicated series of factors. This will probably be part of my multiverse series of alternative scenarios where the characters lived differently.