A/N: God this took a long while to write… I'm sorry for the wait. I have been suffering from a severe case of writer's block, not to mention this was the hardest chapter of all to write since you could consider it the end of the pilot section of my fic; which means the story will be much more fluid from now on and the chapters will not have that much condensed information. Also I've been having some trouble with outlining the plot so this came out a bit too twisted and strange at first so it had to be given a full re-editing. But now I'm happy to say I have the complete plot outlined the revelations planned and the writing will come much faster now (I might be wrong of course… hehe). Oh… I'll soon be using my bio to as a way to report the status of my work, the ongoing fics, when they will be updated and my future plans so be sure to have a look some times.
Thank you to my reviewers for the support so vital to my work.
Disclaimer: I don't want to! Oh fine, fine, I'll do it… Evangelion and the characters on this fic do not belong to me ad I make no profit out of this.
Warning: I have changed the rating to T since what I've been writing so far is mostly harmless; although it will become M in a few chapters (the good old lemon to spice things up).
And now without further delay… the long awaited (yeah, right) chapter 4 of "My purest wings for you".
Chapter 4
Dead Prophet / Red Eyes
"W-who are you?" Keel turned 360º (quite impressive since he was on top of a wheelchair) trying to discern the intruder.
"Who I am does not matter…" again the voice, young and pondered like someone who could wait for a very long time "… it is however the reason I came here that should be worrying you. For trial is never something the guilty feel comfortable with…"
Keel smirked as he reached for the small red button placed under the right arm of his chair. With a sound of a click the whole room became filled with white light from five projectors and eight automatic machine guns came out from the seemingly flat walls all of them pointed at mid air where a figure was floating. The room's occupant gasped in unison.
"Y-you…" slab 11 stammered on the words "you were supposed to be…"
The figure smiled. "The person you are referring to is quite dead… but his body has come of much use."
"How did you get inside?" The slab numbered 8 yelped. "The AT-field detectors should be haywire."
The figure continued floating in mid-air. "It appears there was someone tempering with your computer system… MAGI you call them. I must say you have a very sick sense of humour to use the name of the wise men for your system if, in the end, it is but a thin line of defence against our powers."
He (because you could at least make out his gender from the tone of his voice) looked around at the group of slabs and chuckled. "So this is SEELE… I must say you are precisely as I had pictured you: weak and defenceless when stripped from your awesome machinery and weapons. Speaking of weapons… do you mind turning those away from me, Keel?"
"Shut up boy!" slab 7 began in his usual tone "Do you think that little trick of yours gives you any power over us! We could destroy you with a snap of our fingers!" That brought an amused chuckle from the intruder "Think you're a god… you're nothing but another target!"
The figure came closer to the slab, slowly descending from where he was, machine guns following his every move. "No… I do not have any pretensions of being considered the Creator, nor do I have any pretensions of becoming my Father. But…"
The figure snapped his fingers and before the sound could die away the machine guns were falling to the ground, dismantled to their smallest pieces as if some unseen technician had taken them apart. Keel opened his mouth, unable to say anything and retrieved his fingers from the button he had been pushing. The figure crossed the room with slow, loud footsteps crossing the crowd of stone blocks.
"I'm almost as powerful as my Father…" he stood in front of the slab and placed his palm on his surface "… and far from forgiving as He can be."
"W-who the hell are y-…?" the monolith tried mumbling, no longer proudly swearing.
"You know… you really are quite annoying." chuckling, the figure knocked on the material as if testing it "Ah… I see. So you transfused your soul to this rock and chained it down so it wouldn't leave this realm… ingenious. But that only means that you have attained a new body; you are still bound to the rules of mortality. So, supposing the stone was to…"
"I…" dust fell to the ground where once had been the stone tablet.
Silence reigned over the room. The new addition to the group slowly walked to the centre, inspecting each one of the others. He stopped and sighed.
"Now that I have shown you what will happen if you feel a certain need to recur to blasphemy, we can now proceed without any interruptions. Of course; if anyone wishes to find out the fate of your partner…"
"What do you want from us?" slab 8 spoke, trying to seem as respectful as he could.
He chortled. "Redemption… but before that, I would like to pose you some questions. Even though I'm powerful, I'm not omniscient. And there are a few things about this little operation of yours, sinful as it may be, that spur my interest. So if you don't mind… please cooperate."
You are like me
Ayanami Rei clutched her head, mouth open as if trying to scream… she was finally able to produce a sound.
"Get out!"
She looked up to the masked face of the Angel, hands still buried in her head, nails almost digging through her scalp as a thousand thoughts and whispers took over her mind. So many voices spoke inside Rei's head… all of them the same as hers. A small tear of pain escaped her red eyes slowly making its way across her face stopping at her quivering lips.
I am like you
Ayanami kept staring at the face above her, speechless unlike the voices in her head begging, screaming, laughing, crying… they wouldn't quiet as if a gigantic uncoordinated chorus. She moved uneasily before dropping to her knees tears now flowing freely from her crimson orbs falling on the metal floor.
"Who are you!"
She grinded her jaws trying not to scream… she whispered.
"Please… who are you?"
The thousands of voices in her head silenced leaving a sense of emptiness to what once was a crowded mind. Rei opened her eyes, only a few drops of tears left. She dared to look up again and was met with the masked face, speechless as before.
"I…"
Suddenly the silence of the chamber was broken by a loud noise coming from the crossed figure. It wasn't saying or screaming anything… but the mask that was once covering its face was cracking. And that was the last thing Ayanami Rei before her vision turned dark.
Misato loaded her gun as silently as she could, trying to avoid being spotted. She could only hope there was the chance for the intruder to turn back. But when she started hearing approaching footsteps from the corridor that led to the main frame, that possibility was denied. Half crouching, half leaning on the wall she started nearing the corridor weapon ready to fire at any given moment. Misato stopped herself and pondered the possibility of making it seem like a mistake… and how hard it would be to give that impression if she was pointing the gun at the person's head.
I could always blame Maya… she would back me up with a good story.
She quickly tried to hide her gun from sight but when she turned back she saw her laptop, the various wire connecting it to the MAGI system and the small metal lines that were stuck in specific parts of the main processor (in this case a piece of brain)… unless the intruder was gullible enough to believe that she was making the monthly check-up it would be hard to get an excuse. As fast as she had hidden the gun she armed herself pointing the gun with precision.
Screw the alibi…
Before she could even consider any more options the intruding figure stepped into the main frame. Blinded by fear Misato proceeded with the technique of a trained assassin. With a quick jump and dash she advanced towards the figure, putting her gun against the victims head before a gasp could be heard.
"M-Misato-san!"
Turning off from her killer trance Misato finally took a moment to realize who she was pointing the gun at and found herself nearly shooting the spectacled face of one of her co-workers… and good friend as well. She jumped back returning her gun to where it was.
"Hmm… sorry about that, Hyuga."
The startled man tried to relax adjusting his glasses.
"Don't worry… at least I still have my head on."
The violet-haired female scratched her head giggling nervously.
"Can't seem to shake the habit to shoot first ask questions later. But anyway, what the hell are you doing here?"
"I could ask the same question."
Misato sighed at pointed at the computer behind her.
"Trying to see if I can milk this thing for information… doesn't seem to be working though; this thing is just one big digital fortress. Now it's your turn… answers, now!"
"Looking for you… I needed to see you and didn't know where you were. I guessed you'd be doing what you are doing right now so I decided to try and find you… I already went to look at the BALTHAZAR-unit on the way here."
"Were you followed… did anyone suspect anything?" Misato sounded alarmed.
"I think you can trust me enough to be able to go unnoticed." Hyuga chuckled.
Misato was a bit flushed. Since Hyuga had become her personal spy he had revealed himself to be much more professional and also mature than she had thought he was… but it was still to cope with this new figure of the man she once thought as a slow and frightened computer expert. She resumed her "Katsuragi charm", not liking the feeling of being caught off.
"So… you couldn't just stand being separated to me and you tried to find me or is there something else besides the sheer adoration you have for my person?"
Hyuga chuckled, his attitude an incorruptible calmness that surprised Misato.
"Much as I would like to deny it… I actually have something that will interest you."
He signalled to the several sheets of paper he was holding. Misato quickly jumped taking the stack from his hand and giving it a quick glance.
"Tell me the good news…"
"I found information on the new EVA-units, their locations, stats, capabilities and technical characteristics."
Misato gave a little jump, excited at the information she was holding.
"I swear I could kiss and make passionate wild sex with you Hyuga"
Hyuga blushed and arranged his glasses trying to maintain his composure.
"No need for that. Let's just get out of here… it's freezing."
"Sure thing… let me just get my laptop. But you know Hyuga, don't do that again… I could have actually killed you."
"Don't worry… as long as it was you that killed me, it wouldn't have bothered me that much."
It was Misato's turn to blush… she was just glad that she had her back turned to Hyuga at that time. And then her eyes found the picture of the unshaved smiling man looking at her. She preferred to be staring at Hyuga… anything but staring at what she was staring: the past.
Ayanami Rei opened her eyes… she didn't know how long she had kept them closed. Her view took a long while to focus but when she was finally able to make out shapes in front of her, she was surprised to find none. A few more seconds passed and she was finally able to see clearly where she was. And she didn't really know where or, for that matter, what it was.
In front of her… the horizon. She looked to both sides… the same horizon. She turned around… and still all she could see was the same horizon, a white almost silver like sky clashing with what appeared to be a yellow sea and in the middle a strange red shade rimmed that ungraspable line where sky meets the sea.
She looked down and gasped when she finally realized she was floating, her feet a few inches away from the surface of the golden mass of liquid. At last she remembered to breath and the wave of air filled her nostrils with that distinctive smell she had grown used to after months of piloting the EVA.
LCL!
For minutes she stood there floating… trying to grasp what was exactly happening to her.
"You've come"
The sentence rose from the pool of LCL as if a thousand voices had spoken in unison. And they all seemed so… glad. Small waves began to appear in the once motionless surface of the pool. Ayanami turned her attention to the source of the waves… a small space of the surface was emitting the circles that disturbed the quiet waters. As if something was going to come out. She spoke out to no one in particular.
"Where am I!"
Again the choir spoke with its gleeful voices.
"The beginning…"
A figure started ascending from the centre of the circles… first a head, then the shoulders, the arms, the breasts, the abdomen, the hands, the waist, the legs, the knees and finally the feet. It stood there, floating a few inches away from the surface, still dripping. A naked female body stood… a body similar in everything to Rei's own except for the face. Rei couldn't see the face for it was covered by a mask with two cracks on it.
"I…"
A breaking sound was heard creating a third crack… a piece of the mask fell disturbing the now stable surface with small waves and revealing a small pair of pinks lips. Rei shivered, feeling as though she was watching a mirror with her reflection. The pair of lips on the naked for moved.
"Don't be afraid…"
Rei wanted to scream but she was unable to… it was as if her voice had been stolen by the other body in front of her. It spoke again.
"Don't be afraid… you are the same as I am…"
In a room that was believed to be the most heavily guarded, stood 9 glowing slabs of stone, a decaying body in a wheel chair and three piles of dust. In the centre of the group was another human figure, this one much younger than the one in the wheel chair… it spoke in a calm and detached tone.
"So… the final unit is in Germany you say."
"Yes." The confirmation came from the monolith numbered 5.
"Very well… and what is the activation sequence for the units?"
"Wait… we can't tell him t…"
The tablet once numbered 8 fell to the ground as it disintegrated into dust adding to the other piles. The figure in the centre paused, breathed and asked again.
"What is the activation for the units?"
"God's in his heaven…"
The answer came from the man in the wheel chair.
"Thank you Keel… didn't actually expect such cooperation from you. So, all the units are the same, the dummy plug is the same, the material is the same, so are the capabilities, the same with the energy source. I must say that your cloning abilities have improved since your first pathetic attempt at copying us…"
The silence in the room was only broken by the annoyed grunt from Keel.
"But this boy of yours… you won't be able to stop him. Even with the units. His EVA is far superior… his synch with the machine is as great as the link between mother and child. How do you intend stop such power from creating such a cataclysm?"
"We don't…" slab 2 spoke "… it is not our desire to stop him from becoming Deus ex Machina. Shinji's life, the manipulation we did, the continuous stripping of all that could keep him human it was all done with one purpose… to create the so anticipated New Man. One with no boundaries, one with vitality and strength to fight and dethrone our Creator… the next step in the evolutionary chain: a human god. Humanity has been reduced to a status far from divine… the demonstration of our inferiority with Second Impact. It proves that we have stopped our own evolution. The Third Child will be our new Adam, one perfect and unstoppable being. It's already begun… there is nothing you can do to stop us, even if you kill us how do you intend to discontinue what has been decided millennia ago. It is stated in the scripts… the Dead Sea Scrolls are not wrong. The world we'll come to an end and with it…"
"Don't recite that to me!" the figure in the middle spoke his voice loud and full of irony "I should know what's in those scripts… I was the one who wrote them!"
Silence reigned.
"H-How…?" the voice of the monolith was taken over by an unbelieving terror.
"I'm the one who will decide when the world and all things are to end. I'm the one who holds the keys to destruction. I'm the final judge and you… you're not even human. You soiled your soul trying to keep it in this realm and betrayed your own keen with this suicidal plan. But I am the one who will decide it, not you. And I don't need to stop the Third Child… he'll do it himself."
"I…" the slab remained speechless.
"But of course you won't be able to watch it… as I now will give the sentence that awaits all of those who fall from our Father's grace."
He snapped his fingers… the slabs fell to dust.
"Ashes to ashes…"
"Dust to dust…" the answer came from the wheel chair.
The figure turned to meet the remaining element in the room.
"Guess that just leaves both of us."
"I see you remain unforgiving and almighty as ever Uriel."
The figure in the chair spoke a strange familiarity, almost relief, in his voice.
"How many centuries has it been? Humanity has changed so much, yet you're still the same… aren't you Nostradamus?"
Ayanami Rei kept staring at her exact body double in horror and disbelief. She no longer cared where she was or how she had got there… too many things, too many frightening things were happening. And the most frightening thing of all was the figure right in front of her floating in mid-air; face covered with a cracked mask … it made the body seem like an animated corpse that lacked something for its completion.
"Don't be afraid…"
Again that phrase… it was spoken with such calmness such lack of emotion that seemed like the most obvious statement. Not to be afraid of being in a strange place: not afraid of being floating in the air; not afraid of the voices dwelling inside her head that tormented her with never ending cries; not afraid of seeing an exact double of her, right in front of her eyes… a leaving breathing copy of her. How could she not be afraid… how…
"How…?"
The figure's face was lined with Rei's as if it could see beyond the mask that was covering.
"Don't look at me like that… after all, we are the same."
Ayanami felt like screaming but the terrifying knowledge of there being no one to hear her kept her from emitting any sound other than small words she could muster.
"Why…?"
"Very soon… we won't be like this anymore."
Suddenly the mask covering the figures face cracked one final time, shattering into several pieces the spread across the air with a thunderous explosion of sound and light. At last Rei screamed, shielding her eyes from the blinding radiance. Even after the explosion, even after the sound had died and silence was regained the glow remained brighter than ever. And again that calm voice spoke without a drop of humanity to it.
"Very soon we'll be one… don't be afraid."
"Uriel… the great Archangel of Judgement… it has been so long. How long as it actually been?"
"I believe six centuries."
The two figures, the one in the wheel chair and the one floating in front of him looked at each other for a few seconds as if scanning for something they already knew was there but couldn't find. Keel suddenly changed he's attitude, his eyes gaining a life that he had never seemed to have. He chuckled and sighed.
"Ah, I remember now. Back then your name still had power. Power of fear, of respect, of divinity… no matter what power, your name had all of them. Even though the Cabal is so little known to mortals, you were feared and respected like no other angel. But now… people will not even waste time trying to find who you are. A name without any strength; such a pity isn't it?"
"I see you haven't lost your tongue. But I do not need a name… the power my own spirit holds is far greater than that of any human belief. You should no that better than any other of your keen, Nostradamus!"
"Oh… I see you still pronounce my name with as much hate as before. Do you fear me that much?"
"Silence! No other human, no other soul has been given so much insight into the Creator's desires. No mortal has ever looked onto the plans of the Engineer but you. And even after that, even after you betrayed your own God for knowledge you were allowed to survive. You were forgiven, even after cheating your own condition of mortal."
"As I recall I did not cheat… I just found the loophole. The soul is eternal, the body was the element that decayed and kept the soul within this realm. I only had to maintain my soul here through other means."
"How could you corrupt our Father's work to such extent?"
"The Lord's work was already corrupt… if he did not want human nature to rebel against its condition of mortality why give man a way to extend their stay in this realm? Why let me peer into his work and find the flaws that it was never supposed to have? Why give man the chance to disobey by giving him free will? Even now your Tabris is a proof of that… God's own anointed disobeying Him out of love."
"He's actions were premeditated… a mere control of an individual's choices."
"Ah, yes… I did expect that, why else would things go against the Scrolls. It had to be you behind this. But tell me, why take action now, after I've done so much harm?"
"Because I was allowed to interfere. I am not one to question my Father's wishes. He gave me the power to act, and I shall act as I see fit."
"And again the work of the Engineer reveals its flaws… weren't you suppose to be but His servant. Why show such self-worth and decisions if you're no more than an emissary of the Divine Will?"
"Silence heretic!"
Keel chuckled again. It took a long while before silence was settled and Uriel had regained his composure. Keel spoke again with a voice of someone utterly delighted.
"What are you waiting for… why is not my body lying limp on the ground? If you don't she won't wake up… why am I not dead?"
"I'm just curious… why? Why, after so many centuries of quietly seeing history's continuous flow, did you took such despicable actions? Defying Him, capturing us, cloning us and destroying God's work beyond repair… why?"
Keel looked at the angel, his eyes suddenly serious and old beyond imagination.
"Because it ceased flowing…"
"What?"
"Because history stopped flowing, because time suddenly didn't matter and humanity just stayed the same like some creature waiting for evolution to finally happen. How can you understand… of course you can't, not even you can. I saw it all… right before me like a book with huge letters. All of history's contents… Napoleon, Beethoven, Darwin, Descartes, Engel, Einstein… all of the great geniuses of the times that would come after mine, explained, as if the future was but a recipe that was already being prepared. I had to see it all… I needed to find out if it was true. And I saw it all… I saw Napoleon, I saw liberty, equality and fraternity rise like they never had; I heard the most beautiful of music's as if man had finally heard God's heartbeat; I read the most qualified research on our origins and cried when I finally gave up to the fact that man was not always so perfect like God had intended."
The angel did not speak as if drawn to the old man's speech.
"I experienced all of history as only a man could… saw my keen evolve beyond any god given status. Man had showed his prowess and I was his witness. And then… as if the turn of the century was to be the end of such beautiful times… disaster came when our Messiah completed his 1900 birthday. They called it a World War and it was such a sad thing… until then war was but an aristocrat's hobby, fought with calm tactics and with little important life losses, but this war. This war reduced us to dogs feeding on each others corpses. Long trenches where soldiers died so stupidly and their lives meaning so little… I saw them, I didn't want to but I did."
"But the war ended and I truly thought it would be a new era… and it was. Art like no other was created, science achieved at long last the vision I had had centuries ago. But then, as if a proof of our stupidity, humanity raged war against itself one more time, this time even more gruesome than ever. The fascists destroyed the liberty that had been so hard to achieve, weapons killed so many lives that had cost so much to create. So many beliefs were lost; especially my own. As the priest I always disliked those that had banished our Messiah, the Jews. But what they did to those poor people… the children, the women, the man, the whole of their race. Even today I can't pronounce the word Auschwitz without trembling. And then came Einstein the genius, with a vision so great and beautiful… and they twisted it. Created the most horrid of weapons, killing and destroying everything with one blow… even after the war they continued using as threat."
"It was clear to me then more than ever that what I feared had happened… with the turn of the century God had abandoned us to our lucks as if to test us. And without His guidance we proved to be nothing more than mere fools who would kill each other at the first chance. So I waited… I waited for the new turn of the century, for the turn of the millennia waiting for my Lord to rescue us from ourselves. But he did not come… and so I cried because I saw that He would never come, and even doubted if had ever been here with us. And then I made a decision, If God would not bear witness to our crimes than I would commit such a heinous crime that he would need to come and see how he had left us."
"You did it just to spite him?" Disbelief rang in the angel's voice.
"Yes… and now you're here. Now my Lord has returned to me and to my people and I can rest. Finally I have understood why I was given my visions. I have known of your arrival since that fated day the Scrolls were wrong for the first time… God rejected his own plans, an angel refused to continue his work. And now I am at peace."
The angel was silent for many minutes before he raised his hand. Keel sighed.
"The Third Child has proven worthless to me… perhaps the Lord will find him of use."
"He already has."
"Don't you mean you already have?"
Silence… in the hands of the angel a long thin sword appeared, with burning fire on its edge of an orange colour.
"My, you haven't shouted at me. Could it be that I have gained your respect?"
"No matter how simple a life you led at first, no mater how noble the reasons for your actions… you have committed to great a crime to be respected. It is pity I feel for you."
"Do not pity me but pity my kind. Pity the human race that committed greater crimes for less noble reasons. Let my crime be the last my keen is ever allowed to commit. I leave with an clean conscience and with a final question."
Uriel prepared the blade to strike.
"What is that question?"
"What awaits me?"
"That is for you to find out."
Keel laughed, his cackles filling the room.
A swish of the sword.
A blow.
Blinding light.
And the fate that awaits us all.
Rei didn't know when the light that had been blinding her started to fade… nor could she make any sense to what exactly was happening, but she had stopped worrying about that a long time ago. A human has an amount of unrealism he can take before he just gives up on trying to make any sense out from it. There are certain things that logic has nothing to do with. And this was one of them.
So Rei was no longer bothered as to where she was, why she was in the place, how had she gotten there, why was she floating why was a body the same as hers in front of her eyes… no, Rei was now worried about something else. She was worried if she truly wanted all those questions answered. She was wondering if the reality she had been holding on to would all go to waste with a few simple answers.
"Look…"
Ah… the other thing that terrified Rei at that moment: the notion the she could now open her eyes; the possibility to take a look at what stood in front of her. She had been petrified by the blinding light… but she didn't if what awaited her after the light would be far more terrifying than the light that shielded her vision.
"Look at me…"
Why… why all this? She couldn't find any reason for it… and she knew now that she preferred to keep that knowledge from herself. After all, if the answers she would gain could turn her into someone different, if she was indeed to become more than simply herself but someone else, to become one… wouldn't that mean that the person or personality she held would disappear? The answer was yes, her present self would die. And after all, survival instinct is one of the few things we humans have kept over years and years of evolution. And at that moment that instinct was the thing that kept her eyes close shut.
"Look at me third one…"
She couldn't hold it… she knew it. Like Pandora opened the box she would have to open her eyes. She would have to peer into that which had risen from the blinding light, what had been hiding behind the mask… or maybe what was kept hidden, kept locked away. And it happened… she opened her red eyes. She opened them and the first thing she saw was… a pair of red eyes, as red as hers, no, even redder. Looking at her… like a mirror with a will of its own. The voice spoke.
"Now… look at yourself."
And Rei's vision was covered with the crimson red of her duplicate's eyes, her ears filled with voices each telling her things she had never dreamed of, her skin tingled with sensations she had never felt, her mind flooded with the thoughts of a thousand more… and deep inside her, where what you could call soul lies, something changed irrevocably.
"And now we will become one."
Those were the last words Rei heard before her world faded to black once again, sending her to the abyss of unconsciousness. Only this time she was no longer what you could have called Rei a few minutes ago… she had changed, beyond mere thoughts or actions, her soul touched by something that should have always been there. She had awakened.
"K-Kaworu… is something the matter?"
Shinji asked his friend as he watched him standing looking at nothing. They had been walking normally down one of NERV's many corridors; something they did to kill time. But Kaworu had suddenly stopped, his red eyes widening and his face becoming stern like that of a scared person. He could almost feel the troubled thoughts beyond those crimson orbs… it upset Shinji.
"Hey, Kaworu-kun… what's the matter?"
The taller boy blinked his eyes before his face regained a normal expression. Still dazed he looked to his right to find the blue eyes of the troubled Shinji. He smiled as reassuringly as he could.
"Sorry about that… I thought I had heard something. What were you saying back there?"
Shinji calmed, releasing a quiet sigh and returning Kaworu's smile with one of his own.
"Not much… I just said we should hurry up or will keep Miss Ritsuko waiting."
All of a sudden Kaworu perked. He grabbed Shinji's arm and began running across the corridor dragging the younger boy with him.
"K-Kaworu?"
"We should hurry…" he said laughing.
Shinji laughed as well catching up to Kaworu. But inside the white skinned male's mind the thoughts were far from calm.
Lillith… was that you?
Rei opened her eyes… she was back in the chamber she had been before. But here eyes weren't the same. She looked up… the figure of the crucified angel stood there, face now unmasked. Each other's eyes met for long seconds before the girl spoke.
"I know now…"
The angel's head moved as if nodding in agreement.
"But not yet."
She started to walk out the chamber… the mechanized door opening up to her passage as if in fear of staying shut.
"First there is something I must make sure… something I must end."
In a place where space doesn't matter… a new figure appeared; or rather returned. As he appeared the empty blackness of what was the infinity of emptiness was filled with thousands of glowing red orbs as if a night sky that had just remembered to turn on the stars. The figure examined the extent of the glowing mass; he stretched his arms as if to declare a speech.
"The prophet is dead."
And as if answering the phrase… many of the red orbs vanished leaving only about half of the ones that had existed.
Uriel smiled.
"Causality has started its course."
A/N: Just like to leave a small note: Nostradamus is a real historic character… why not give him a search on you encyclopaedia (for those who know about him I hope you agree with my choice for him as Keel's true identity). Also, Uriel is an actual angel… he is said to be the one who will announce the end of times; which is why I chose him.
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