Good day, or night, everyone. Unlike my other stories, this is not a oneshot, or few-chapter story. Hopefully it will be an entire retelling of NGE, but events may intervene. Anyway, the difference between the two is that this is...ahem...A CROSSOVER FANFIC! (DUN-DUN-DUN! *Creepy organ music*) No, please, don't click Back! Yes, you! You right there, with your computer and your mouse! I CAN SEE YOU!

I'm posting this fic here because the second setting is here mainly as just that-a setting. There are still Angels, NERV, all the characters (though a few may have little changes) etc, but on a slightly different earth.

This place is known as the World of Darkness, the new World of Darkness to be precise (there's been a few of them). They all originated as games, pen-and-paper RP games, like D&D (though tell that to their official forums and prepare to be lynched, lol.). There have been books, PC games and other things for them (well, for the old World of Darkness, not the new, yet.). As for such games they have an extraordinarily good setting and atmosphere. The new World of Darkness (nWoD) is a world where the supernatural is real, a world said to be ours, as viewed through a dark and twisted lens. Scary, huh? Well its not going to be too horrific (save for my writing, which is horror enough for anyone), at least not primarily. It will be listed as General/Supernatural-the nWoD has plenty of horror, but those elements won't saturate this fic.

You don't need any knowledge of the WoD to read this,as things will be explained as we go in. It might help, though. Mostly this fic will be using stuff from Mage: The Awakening. You guessed it-EVA characters with supernatural powers. Nothing too stupid though-not yet. And the WoD is filled with supernaturals and very cunning mortals (such as the EVA cast here, Gendo Ikari anyone? He needs no powers-he has Scary Shiny Glasses), so kewl powerz for the Children isn't going to be a game-breaker.

Note: New World of Darkness. No Camarilla, Sabbat, Garou Nation, Black Spiral Dancers, Traditions, Technocracy (MIRRORSHADES!) or any other such things will be present here. It is a different world, published by White Wolf after the old one exploded.

These first chapters will be encompassing only small periods of time at first, as it is possible my writing style or whatever is catastrophically bad for this fic, and I may need to rewrite everything. At first this will seem very odd, then very normal (Weird prologue then more-or-less as canon beginning), but it kinda has to be like that. Oh and i'm going to take some time to describe the random UN/JSDF/JSSDF fighting Sachiel, to make sure this chapter isn't boring. I'll update for groovy Eva-on-Angel action ASAP. Please read and review, or I'll send the Faceless to...impose sanctions (Don't ask).

Additionally, some chapters are written in different tenses...um...sorry. Oh, and this is Shinji x Rei, because incest is relative. NOTE: Second Impact occured on the 13th September, 2000.

And now, to set the tone:

"There. Now he's trapped in a book I wrote. A crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors."-Steven Fry, Futurama

*Dons Matter-enhanced flame-retardant suit*

Enjoy! Or not.

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September the 12th, 2000 AD.

It is the eve of Armageddon.

And the figure of a woman stares silently over a cliff of crumbling stone, her booted feet not making the slightest indent on the sparse grass that sprouts from the loosened soil. The gale-force wind fails even to ruffle her perfectly groomed hair, and even the most sensitive nose or ear would have picked up nothing of her presence. Save for sight, it is as if she does not exist.

And then...she comes alive. Her feet squash down the grass. Her dark tresses stream back against the howling wind. Fat raindrops splatter against her oddly smooth cheeks. And through eyes like polished green stones she watches the sun sink to a rich crimson, the dying rays colouring the sea until it is as if a tide of blood slams furiously against the cliffs. She walks slowly, absorbing everything she can, with every sense humanity knows and several of which it knows nothing. She knows what is coming-something of it, at least. And she can feel the momentous weight of the occasion pressing down like gravity in the core of Jupiter. Few of her kind believe in the existence of fate. They need no faith to be sure of its existence. To them fate is something quantifiable, controllable, even breakable, up to a point. But there are times when destiny brings it's ponderous weight to bear with such power that even the greatest cannot hope to defy it.

This, she knows, is one of those times.

A lance, a figure of blinding white, a world-shattering calamity and September the 13th. That is all she knows now, although she is learning more. So for tonight she visits those places who's time is numbered, and has many more to see. So with one last look around, she is gone.

And the water rises, becomes bloody even without the sun's dying light to illume it. The cliff crumbles, as does order, peace and in some cases, civilisation. But the human race pulls through the horror of Second Impact and the monstrous wars which follow, and a rare few amongst that sea of mankind know that a war will come again, soon, against beings far more than any mere human. And so rises GEHIRN, which metamorphoses to NERV under the watchful eye of Commander Gendo Ikari. In Japan a great city is built, a city designed as a modern-day fortress, and it is there, in Tokyo-3, that this story begins.

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"Due to the current state of emergency, all of our lines are currently down."

Shinji Ikari sighed, and placed the payphone back into its holder. He would have liked to be annoyed, but could not muster the energy. He would rather be feeling almost anything other than the boredom which had settled over him on his long, eventless trip to this city. Boredom was the time that the memories struck, and he would rather not dwell on such things. Whilst Shinji could more or less cope in his current life, the depression still remained like an unscratchable itch or minor headache...But which at times could spike to unbearable levels.

Shinji was of medium height, with brown hair cut short and dark blue eyes which seemed brown themselves in certain lights. He didn't quite fit most people's physical view of the Japanese or Asians in general, probably due to some European blood somewhere. He's never been bothered enough to check-apathy fits his mind like a glove around a hand. Part of him knows he's going to screw up whatever he tries, somehow-his parents knew he was useless. Why else would his mother have died, or his father abandoned him? Technically Shinji knew he suffered from depression, but that didn't help him fight it. He wasn't useless, from an impartial observer's view. No more than any other teenage boy, anyway. His feelings of self-doubt had little basis in reality; Shinji was brighter than the average, could be funny when he tried and was quite handsome to some eyes. But in a form of self-fulfilling prophecy, his lack of self-esteem prevented him from realising or using these facts to the full.

He looked around, trying to see what kind of city he had arrived in, and was left with an image of sterility. The bare concrete buildings looked as though they had been constructed to resist assault, such was their squat, solid makeup. Each street had seemed identical to him in his short wander from the train station to find a phone, each so clean you could probably eat off the tarmac; there was no litter, no cars...And no people. The city was empty. And save for the endless cicadas and a strange pounding far away, silent.

Suddenly Shinji was overcome by vertigo, by nausea, by a strange sense of mad perception. He swayed, and something seemed to click inside his mind...And then a louder thump, some mysterious concussion from far away, and he was drawn back to reality. Shinji shook his head. The doctors had told him there was nothing to worry about, but these strange moments unnerved Shinji. There were other things, too-the time he had drifted away whilst walking, and somehow ended up lost...In the opposite direction to where he had been travelling. He tried not to think about that too much.

Shinji sat down. He looked through his bag, but the magazines and books he had brought had been read ten times over in most cases, and would provide little amusement. So he took something else. The first letter, simple and formal to the point that it was impossible to discern any emotion at all behind the words.

To: Ikari Shinji

Come.

Ikari Gendo

Another letter had been sent to his carers, some distant relations of his father. That had contained details and an address for Shinji to go to. But Shinji's own...Not even a 'Happy Birthday'. Not that it had been especially happy-they had gone through the motions, with a cake and presents (expensive enough to avoid feelings of neglect, though only barely), but there had been little in the way of spirit or cheer. And no party-Shinji had no friends, and few enough acquaintances. Socially he was all but invisible.

The second letter had been the complete oppisite, and Shinji took it from the bag to look at, and though he was guilty to admit it he was interested for more than one reason. The 'letter' had been more of a photo, with words scrawled across it in a hasty hand and a lipstick-administered kiss pressed to the bottom. The woman in the photo was winking playfully, and her stance and clothing showed a figure which could have easily graced the pages of any magazine. Misato Katsuragi, as the words identified the purple-haired woman, appeared to be in the wrong profession.

Something seemed to tug at Shinji's mind-and at his head. Looking up, he sights somebody through the heat haze, the first person he has met since coming here. Short blue hair-Blue? It must be dyed, like Misato crowns the girl's head, and a school uniform covered her body. Her eyes are red. He cannot see them, but he knows. As he tried to get a better look, he heard the beat of wings, and turned aside as birds take to the air. He looked back...But the figure is gone.

And then there came a roar, wind ruffling his hair as something streaked by, too fast for human comprehension. Then there came explosions, two great concussions which set Shinji's teeth on edge. He staggered in shock, heart beating until he feared it wiould tear out of his chest, and looked up to see a being too bizzare to fully comprehend.

It was huge, fifty metres high at the very least, and it is monstrous. Roughly humanoid with too-long arms, a great skull-mask hid whatever face the beast may have possessed, crimson eyes blazing in the bone-white depths of its face. Gunships hover around the creature like a swarm of mosquitoes around a man, spitting their deadly payload against the monster's enormous form. Such craft have become more common these days, and are well on their way to replacing the helicopter, but attack helicopters are visible too-evidently, every aircraft available has been deployed against this threat.

Their target raised one arm, a great cylinder flowing back from the wrist, and in that moment a great lance of cherry-red light cut across Shinji's vision, seeming to scar his retina with it's intensity. He dropped to his knees, and in that moment a gunship falls, slamming into a building nearby him. To Shinji, it felt like the end of the world. The noise was like the roar of some vicious demon, his eardrums struggled to cope and the falling debris missed him only by faint chance. Shinji curled into a ball and waited for the end.

He was saved by a car. The scream of the brakes caused him to open his eyes, and as he looked up the stench of burning rubber assailed his nostrils. The car looks fast, but that is all he comprehended before the door opens and the driver beckoned.

"Get in!" She shouted, and something in her voice compelled Shinji to obey. The woman seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place it-until he realised that it was the woman from the photo. She looked different, bedecked in a dark dress and sunglasses, and there is little sign of the playful, carefree woman who had scrawled 'note the cleavage' over her own photograph. Shinji rushed to the car, slamming the door behind him as he looked to the woman.

"Ikari Shinji, right?" She snapped, stomping on the accelerator.

"Y-yeah!" Gasped Shinji, before responding. "You're Katsuragi Misato?"

The woman nodded as the car roared down the abandoned street, leaving the carnage behind amd Shinji considered his next question.

"What...What was that thing?"

Misato turned and grinned mirthlessly. "That, Shinji, is what we call an Angel."

Meanwhile in the stronghold of NERV known as the Geofront, the commanders of the forces battling the beast designated as the 3rd Angel watched in mounting horror as their foe strode on through the metal storm opposing it. The depth charges out at sea had failed to turn it back, the tanks and defensive positions upon the shore had been utterly broken and the aircraft currently assaulting the monster were meeting with no success. It was obvious that greater firepower would be needed to have even a hope of turning the beast known as Sachiel back.

A great screen showed Sachiel in all of its terrible glory, utterly unfazed by the dozens of VTOLs swarming around it, cannonfire and missiles impacting against it's matte-black skin like eggs against a concrete wall. The commanding officers of the Japanese and United Nations forces present stared at the unfolding battle with horror on their faces, a horror they all tried to hide with differing success. Behind them were Gendo Ikari and Kozo Fuyutsuki, the Commander and Vice-Commander of NERV. They watched impassively, any emotion well hidden.

There was a sound-messages from the forces moving to combat Sachiel's steady advance towards the Geofront. Hundreds of advanced weapon systems were aimed upon the advancing monstrosity, just waiting for the order to fire.

It is given.

The noise reverberated around Tokyo-3 as the UN, JSDF and the elite forces known as the JSSDF threw their might against the Angel. Upon roads overlooking the city and positions inside it, used by civilians but created specifically to allow maximum firepower to be brought to bear on single targets, a storm of kinetic and explosive death was unleashed. Reinforced VTOL swarms swooped down once more as tanks and MLRS, mortars, howitzers and even coilguns smashed into the creature's body. A flight of bombers dropped their deadly payloads, laser-guided explosives adding themselves to the carnage below as the city's defenders flung nearly every weapon in their arsenal upon the giant in their midst. Sachiel responded with great crimson lances of directed energy, scouring it's foes from the world. The Third Angel strode through the hail of fire with ease, shrugging off the assault with pain and irritance, but nothing more.

In the Geofront, the assorted officers watched in a mix of awe of terror, even as Fuyutsuki murmured something incomprehensible to those not a few feet away.

"So. An AT Field?"

Gendo did not take his eyes from the screen, enjoying the sight of the UN and JSDF raging in impotent fury.

"Yes. The Angels will not be defeated through conventional means."

The officers below have reached an agreement. One placed down a phone, nodding to the others. "Deployment of N2 munitions has been authorised."

Meanwhile, Misato had stopped her car on the outskirts of Tokyo-3, and was peering through her binoculars with curiosity.

"That's odd." She commented. "Why are they flying away like that...Unless...No, no they can't be!"

"Can't be what?" Shinji asked, worried. He was still partly in shock from the whole experience, but he recognised the tone of horror in Misato's voice.

"Shinji!" Misato screamed, flattening herself on top of him, "Get DOWN!"

And with a flash which could burn a mans eyes from their sockets, a searing plume of fire rose into the sky.

To be continued, with more WoDness next time! The next update will be uploaded in precisely about a bit.