I hope you enjoy this. Its short but I think it patches most of the holes I left out last time, including the MP eva...I think. I did it mainly on impulse and I'm surprised it fits.

Disclamier: I do not own, or pretend fraudually to own, Corgi Books(tm) or rights to any of David Eddings' novels, nor do I own or pretend fraudually to own Gainax or Neon Genesis Evangelion.

To the story!

Chapter Two - Explaination

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Garion sighed.

He had wondered when the real EVENT would happen for a while now. He thought back to his first EVENT, the fight with Torak..How the universe had mourned his death in a moment of darkness.

The same thing had happened with the strange white humanoid with no eyes.

Even his size had grown and shrunk in the same way, but it didn't add up... He was still nowhere near what was supposed to happen.

Damn it! Garion exclaimed inside his mind. If that damn star hadn't just gone and blown itself up AGAIN after we bloody well fixed it this wouldn't be happening!

The whole thing was out of whack. He was having full-size battles that didn't really mean anything to the overall prophesy.

The main battle, the battle to end all battles, had better be the end to all battles. I've been going around fixing all the shit that Zandramas has messed up for so long now, that when I meet up with her next, she'll wish she hadn't even tried to break free of the imprisonment of the star...

Garion's ponderings changed dramatically when they reached the apartment. And life nowadays! Its so lazy. And almost every part of the world has been colonized! It's insane. Even all the languages are different...If I mentioned Angaraks or Chereks to the people of today, they'd shake their head and say, "Sounds like a fiction novel." If only Zandramas hadn't gone and fucked it all up again, I'd be in eternal slumber even now, as my days have long since passed.

And so his train of thought brought him back to square one, why in the depths of Hell they ended up in Japan. Even more so because the people here took care of themselves, even against Adam's Messengers.

Adam...The "new" Eriond...When Zandramas broke free the Universe split, to survive, again...And Eriond became a monster. Eriond! Of all people, or indeed, Gods. Then he created the messengers which were quickly destroyed, in quick succession, by the people who controlled the non-white humanoids. But then Third Impact, engineered by Zandramas' goons, fucked it up again. How are we supposed to "fix" an explosion that turned out perfectly okay? That's bullshit, I say...

Garion entered the apartment, sat on his bed, and went to sleep fairly quickly, for the fight, though quick, had worn him down.

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Greetings, Zandramas.

Said person, or the embodiment of said person, spun on her heel quickly and faced the person in the dark...Strange to find a person in the dark, at the middle of a sun, she thought. Then again, it isn't exactly a person.

Would you like to break free and roam the land you once lived upon again?

"Why should I bother agreeing with thee, King of Hell? I know thy game," came her retort.

Because by my judgement of you, I beleive you'd find anything, INCLUDING being in Hell, better than this toko yami...The eternal darkness. And besides, that's not MY game. That was the OLD King of Hell's game.

"The OLD King of Hell? There hast been change of occupation?" she chuckled. "I will still not agreeing unle-"

Would you like it in writing?

As the last word was spoken, Prince Kheldar walked out of the shadows, his eyes twinkling and his nose twitching. When he spoke, his lips did not move.

I can do that if you wish. We could be partners.

"Kheldar!" she spat. "I wouldst not take up partnership with the likes of thee."

I wont beleive that for a second, Zandramas. Perhaps you would like to peek into my mind for proof?

At that moment, Zandramas felt the barriers of Silk's mind drop, and the full force of his thoughts overwhelmed her. Then she saw he did not lie.

He is truly evil, now, then.

"Pray tell, Kheldar. How didst thou manage to attain status as the King of Hell?"

Quite frankly, I placed a wager with the old fart. It involved dice, so I won, naturally. Poor bastard was King of Hell and didn't even expect loaded dice.

And she thought: So that is how he became evil. His status as King of Hell has changed him. Perhaps we can work together...And I will soon do away with him anyway. Yes, I can manage a false partnership.

No, Zandramas, you cannot. I can read your emotions, and feelings.

Ye can hear mine thoughts?

No, I cannot, but I can hear your feelings. Right now you're feeling inquistive. The only question I know you'd ask was, "You can hear my thoughts, then?"

I must accept. Partnership is better than staying here forever.

Thats it, take up my offer.

"I accept. Free me from this sun, and I will be thy partner."

"Off we go, then. We have no time to waste," said Silk, talking normally for the first time since he became King.

"I feel compelled to ask ye, Kheldar, how is it that ye are able to walk the land of men, yet still hold the status of King of Hell?" Zandramas asked.

And Silk replied: "Well, I can't yet. When we use our power to break this sun, with my forces of Hell and your residual powers left from being Child of Dark, the resulting split of the universe should pretty much throw that out the window."

"And if thy most unorthadox plan doth fail?" Zandramas pressed.

And again, Silk replied: "Well then you're screwed. I'm not, since I'll just go back to hell and bide my time untill I can destroy another couple of stars. Are you ready?"

Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?

The last question echoed around the place many times.

"I am ready."

With that, they were both encased in a ball of darkness, and the darkness was immediately swallowed up by the sun's light. Leaving nothing there. Then, seconds later, the star shined brighter, and brighter, and brighter still.

After about 6 seconds, the sun had completed the whole supernova process.

And the universe split to save itself, taken unawares by the sun's explosive fury.

But this time...It had to split into four.

The first entity, the spirit of Darkness, moved to the new King of Hell, sensing immense potential power.

The second entity, the spirit of Light, raced toward one Shinji Ikari, partially infusing Yui Ikari and the demi-soul of Evangelion Unit-01 in the process.

The third entity, the spirit of Grey, targeted Garion and his friends.

The fourth entity, the spirit of the Void, targeted Eriond, and gave him a new name...Adam.

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And thats it! Again, I hope you enjoyed it. First fiction and all, so...

With the Silk-being-King-of-Hell thing, it was just a twist I came up with, an urge, so to speak, so I chucked it in there. The way he became King was similar to the way one of the people on a MUD game became an Immortal by challenging the God of Luck and Chance to a game of dice. It was an interesting way to become a God, so I decided that'd be how Silk won, taking in his nature. Or, now, His nature...wait...Does the capital for him's and he's apply for King of Hell?

Anything else I'll answer next question. I hope this fixes it all up. Sorry about the short chapter.