Creation began on 04-29-18

Creation ended on 04-30-18

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Grimoire of Evangelion

A/N: I honestly have no memory of who on the site suggested this idea, but after seeing the twentieth episode of Black Clover, I just couldn't stop imagining the possibilities of how to splice the two franchises together. Here goes the first chapter.

In the Beginning

It was five years before the rise of the first Wizard King. Five years before the demon attacked the world. What occurred during that time was, perhaps, amongst the most traumatic events in the history of magic. Only those that knew of the tale did everything in their power to ensure that the rest of the world had no recollection of the truth.

A family, one of the strongest among those with the status of nobility, running through the forest, trying to escape from the wrath of at least ten other families…and failing at every turn, losing members.

"Aaaahh!" The latest final scream heard was the scream of Kana Ikari, the eldest daughter of Rika and Mikazuki Ikari of the House of Ikari.

"Oh, no," went the heartbroken voice of Rika Ikari, barely able to run any further due to carrying her newborn daughter, Suki Ikari, the fourth of her children after Kana, Mana and Tenshi Ikari.

"Mother!" She heard her only son, Tenshi, yell at her, wielding a large sword with inscriptions along the blade. "You have to take Suki and get as far away from here as you possibly can! They won't stop until we're all dead!"

"Not without what's left of you!" Rika cried; she had just lost her husband and her eldest daughters to this family annihilation, and she couldn't bare to lose more.

"You're the matriarch of the House of Ikari now! Grandmother and Grandfather are gone! Our cousins are trying to hold them off, but you're all that matters now! So long as you and Suki survive, the House of Ikari will have a future. Relocate elsewhere! Find a new place to call home! Start anew with someone who will love you! Keep hope alive!"

Rika nodded…and opened her grimoire to the page she and hour-old daughter needed as the forest flames continued to spread.

"There are only three of them left!" She and Tenshi heard a woman yell. "Kill the boy and the baby! We'll save the matriarch for last!"

Quickly muttering the incantation, Rika prayed for the time necessary to make the spell activate.

"I found them!" A man shouted, obscured by the flames and darkness, raising a bow and arrow up at Tenshi. "Die, you treacherous fiends!"

Swat! The arrow was fired and struck Tenshi in his left shoulder.

"Any last words?" Another woman asked Tenshi as she approached the young swordsman.

"Yeah, I do," he responded. "Do you really think killing us all will change anything? Just because we don't agree on how to treat the common folk? My family believes in tolerating and accepting those of commonalty, regardless of their magical affinity or level. We're even willing to accept those with no ounce of magic at all. Everyone belongs. What's wrong with believing in this?"

"This is a world where magic is everything," she explained. "The stronger the magic one wields, the greater their position is. To believe that commoners have what it takes to be just as great as those of nobility are is an insult to everything we stand for!"

"So you murder my family just to prove we're wrong?"

"We're protecting the nobility from the impurities of the commoners. If you care about them so much…you will die like them."

FLASH! A bright, green light shone on the forest, blinding everyone within its reach.

"Aaaurgh!" The people looking for the Ikaris groaned as they covered their eyes.

As the light faded, Tenshi, Rika and Suki had vanished from sight, seeing only a single page on the ground that looked as though it had been ripped from a grimoire.

"So long as one of us survives, the House of Ikari stands," the page read, "and when one of us returns, the House of Ikari will rise once more. Strength is found within us all, no matter our status or forms."

"They got away from us and triggered a prophecy," another man revealed. "They'll be back someday."

"The question is how long until they do return?" Another woman asked.

"That…is the unanswerable question we now know."

-x-

"Where are we?" Tenshi wondered; he had prayed that his mother and baby sister would use the displacement spell to get to safety, not to bring him with them.

They were on some sort of soggy ground next to a large body of water that spanned as far as the eye could see.

"I displaced us in the first alternate dimension I could find," his mother revealed to him. "This is a world where magic is nonexistent and where people rely heavily on something called science and technology. Science is some form of basic sorcery that uses what's already available and involves mathematics to ensure stability."

"Grounded magic?" Tenshi stated.

"Yes…in a way."

"Are the people here…like us? Intellectually, I mean."

"Yes. The year here is Nineteen-Sixty. We're in the Twentieth Century, which will be over in another forty years as the next century begins."

"We can't ever go back, can we?"

"One day, we will, but not right now. For now…we live here on this cluster of islands known as Japan. We try to live in this world."

Tenshi held up his sword…and watched it dissipate into dust that was absorbed into his grimoire.

-x-

The Present

Rika Ikari had been fortunate enough to survive over the years after taking her surviving children and herself to this world without magic and actually living up to the fifteenth year of the Twenty-First Century. Unfortunately, though, she wasn't pleased with the way this world had progressed towards the end of the Twentieth Century; her marriage with her second husband had led to his murder at the hands of his mistress, with whom he was also cheating on with a third woman, and her fifth child, her daughter, Yui Ikari, had married a man who was not the kind of person she would entrust even Suki to if he had a distrustful aura around him (not that Suki was interested in anyone over the years she learned her technological education). Her son, Tenshi, had been in a terrible accident as a result of this Second Impact event and was confined to a wheelchair. While they both could've used their healing magic to undo the damage to his spine, neither wanted to deplete their mana reserves in the likelihood that they'd have the opportunity to return to their world and show Suki where they're actually from.

The only good thing that seemed to come out of their lives here was this young man that was Rika's grandson, Shinji Ikari, whom she had only met a few times over the years since before the passing of his mother, as Gendo seemed to be unwilling to permit even his own relatives to see their grandson/nephew. And at fourteen years of age, she knew that Shinji, if they were back in their ancestral home, would have to wait just another year until his Grimoire Acceptance Ceremony if he had any magical potential. But sometimes, she had to wonder if being stranded here in this world had any affect on the degree of mana inherited by her fourth daughter and only grandson; they might've been Ikaris by blood, but they lived their whole lives here where magic was just a fiction. And the worst part about it all was that Shinji probably didn't remember any of the stories she or Tenshi had told him about the Clover Kingdom and how it was a beautiful place that lacked much in the way of this futuristic technology.

"Mother," she heard her son say to her, catching her attention as she looked away from the passenger window of the train they were on and to him and Suki. "You've been rather quiet for a while. Are you alright today?"

"Just a little curious as to what to expect from meeting Shinji when we get to this Tokyo-3," she explained to them.

"I just expect the same as I always do when I see my nephew," expressed Suki to them. "The truth about how he's been."

"The truth is often darkened by many shades of deception, sweetie."

"But never my reason for having never dated anyone or gotten married over the years. It's hard to describe how I don't seem to fit around places like this."

This wasn't lost by Tenshi. It was due to a sort of dimensional gap within their souls; no matter how long they lived in a world that wasn't truly theirs, these three members of the House of Ikari just didn't feel like they belonged. And for his sister, it was a constant feeling of being unable to belong or being uncomfortable with the state of things. He could only assume that the sort of thing would've been the same for Yui and Shinji had they been brought to the Clover Kingdom due to not being there to begin with and feeling like they didn't belong.

"I guess fifty-five years is too long for any of us to feel like the dust settles," Rika stated.

"Has it really been that long?" Suki asked; it made her feel so old, yet her mother and big brother were both over one-hundred years old, practically the oldest people on the planet that were still alive.

"Too long," Tenshi expressed.

-x-

Shinji didn't like this day at all. Nothing ever seemed to change. It was always the same: His mother was gone, his father left him, they would meet only once a year, and always on this date, like it was a constant loop. He couldn't get why his father never said anything about her or why he didn't keep a single picture of her around; he couldn't even remember what his mother looked like.

The only thing that seemed to interrupt the loop was that he was to meet his maternal relatives again, since he hadn't seen them he arrived in Tokyo-3. Their kindness and love always put a smile on his face, something he never got from his father. Ever.

The cemetery had seen better days. In actuality, this cemetery could've seen better days if it weren't so full of death and despair. It was always a parched wasteland that lacked even the smallest of weeds, occupied by a forest of obsidian grave markers.

"It'd be nice if this place has some grass and trees to look at," he heard a woman say, and turned to face the three people that were his mother's relatives.

"Grandmother," he greeted Rika as she pushed Tenshi's wheelchair across the dirt. "Uncle Tenshi. Aunt Suki. It's been too long."

"Far too long," Tenshi agreed with him. "I think you grew an inch since I last saw you."

-x-

Although it has been many years since the disappearance of the last three members of the House of Ikari, the prophecy that foretold their return still left several of the other royal families resentful of the very possibility that they would return…and with a possible vengeance, to boot. Most notably who were the most resentful of this old prophecy were the older members from the Houses of Vermillion and Silva, supposedly due to their ancestors being the initial cause of their departure from the Clover Kingdom to begin with.

Nozel, eldest male of the House of Silva, stared down at the torn page he had seen since he was little and frowned upon the stories of how the Ikaris disgraced themselves for their beliefs in the commoners being just as important as those of royalty were often perceived. He even felt disgusted by the rumors that this wretched family had made contributions to the people of the Common and Forsaken Regions of the kingdom, something his family wouldn't even dream of doing for any reason.

"You know, staring at that old page isn't going to change anything sooner," he heard his sister, Nebra, say to him. "I just hope they never return."

"If they do, it'll be bad for the rest of us," he reminded her. "If even one of them comes back, even a lowly descendant of one of theirs with absolutely no ties to our society, they would be recognized as true heirs to the House of Ikari and, for all intents and purposes, be viewed as our superior."

Nebra frowned at that fact and could only hope that none of those Ikaris ever returned the Clover Kingdom if they knew what was good for them. The absolute last thing she needed in her life was to be looked down upon by someone of that disgrace that should be the one being looked down upon. Then, she walked further down the hall of the museum that housed the prophecy and to a display case that held a tome with an insignia that was not a clover, but was so dust-covered that nobody knew what it was or what it represented. Supposedly, it was believed to be the original grimoire of the House of Ikari, rumored to bestow itself upon a member of the family that would inherit the total sum of their magical power.

It'd be simple to destroy the accursed book, she thought, wishing it were possible.

To be continued…

A/N: Here's my first chapter in my attempt at a crossover between Evangelion and Black Clover. Any guesses on just how these royal members of the Ikari family will get back and how Shinji, who's more than likely viewed as a commoner rather than a nobleman of sorts, will visit the Clover Kingdom?