Disclaimer: This is also the only author's note. This chapter is a parody of Cruel Angel's Thesis from Evangelion. This story is heavily inspired by Evangelion. This serves as an opening of sorts. But, if you've watched a TV show on a streaming service, you know that the skip intro button exists for a reason. There's a lot of foreshadowing here, but you can certainly skip to the next chapter.
Repeat, skip to the first chapter. This is not necessary reading. But, watching Evangelion without watching the opening is like ordering pizza and not getting your drink. I am not as good at writing as Hideaki Anno, though, so just consider this a warning.
This story is also set in the same universe as my previous Pokémon fic. You do not need to read that either. The tone and setting are very different, though the history is about the same. Plot details will be filled in by this story naturally, you do not need to do homework.
My apologies for taking up your time.
A drop of water.
The stars burning bright red in the sky.
The thousand arms of a being above all else.
The growing Tree of Life.
The submerged Cocoon of Destruction.
Heaven itself being shattered.
The Alchemist
A young man, terribly scarred but blank-faced, standing in a rolling field, snow-white hair billowing in a stale wind. The faces of those he loves fade into his mind. And for the briefest of moments, he smiles.
The sun sets in the distance, and as a tan young girl awakens, lightning crackles around her.
A stoic girl stands in a window, dirty-blonde hair tied back, as she awaits someone she hopes will come home.
A battery screws into place, a mechanical exoskeleton lights up with energy, a timer clicks to display the word, "INFINITE."
A white-haired boy sits, eyes hidden by a visor, silently contemplating. He folds outwards with the whine of gears and pistons, standing tall against the wind and stares into the face of his enemy.
An older gentleman with an orange mane and an immaculate suit sits behind a desk, data strewn about the table, though his focus is clearly placed on something else.
A blonde girl bows her head, with the flap of her sky-blue veil billowing behind her.
A young woman stops hiding her eyes behind her glasses, and discards them, as her hair color flashes from the deepest blacks to the brightest golds.
And that stoic girl appears again, a deep contemplation in her eyes.
And that boy appears again, spread-eagle as he ascends into the sky, the air itself breaking apart at his will and taking the form of ten fiery wings.
Metal cracks, energy surges, his eyes seem to glow the red of a blood moon.
TEST TYPE
He rears his head, a trickle running down his side.
ESPER
He turns again to face into the wind as a fierce blast grazes his skin.
The skull of a Marowak.
He stands alone amongst the flames, breathing heavily, but the determination continues to steel in his eyes.
The marble at the center of one's soul, a coalition of their aura.
An
Involuntary
Aural
Movement
FIELD
The broken metallic frame of one once thought to be human.
The stoic girl stands, one arm holding her other, as mountains begin to rise behind her.
ULTRA BEASTS
There stands a city, a testament to the teamwork of humans and Pokémon, at the center of which lies a magnificent tower, standing tall even as the sun sets.
LUMIOSE-3
A pipeline beneath it all is layered in smoke, with two figures only visible to each other, as two rival forces revolve around them.
FLARE
THE GODS TORN FROM THEIR HEAVENS, WE WILL MAKE ALL RIGHT IN THE WORLD.
A handsome man with immaculate black hair stands in a lab coat, smiling at nothing in particular.
A map of the Kalos region of western Europe, rendered in black and white geometries.
A short boy with combed orange hair looks up from a notebook, surprised.
A large boy spins to a stop, giving a salute and a hearty laugh.
A young man with messy blond hair and a blue jumpsuit pushes up his glasses, obscuring his eyes, though the slight smirk on his face is telling.
Some sort of paramilitary base, observers scattered around a live feed of the city, and feeding information through a series of communicators.
A man in a brown trenchcoat, close-cut dark hair, and a lollipop in place of a cigar seems to furrow his brow in thought.
The ravenette places her glasses back onto her face, seemingly a different person entirely.
The thousand arms of Arceus's true form glow against the blackness of space.
The mature man with orange hair tents his hands in front of his nose, hiding what lays beneath.
A blonde man with an airy smile and a lab coat stands with a blue ring circling his head, tapping a clipboard against his glasses.
ON REUNITING THE HEAVENS AND METHODS OF ACHIEVEMENT, by Professors Augustine Sycamore and Lysander [REDACTED].
A younger, though still well-dressed man, who has not yet seen what made him desire control so strongly.
An embryonic green blob marked with red on its center rests in the lap of the one it trusts, a bubbly girl with her hair pulled into twin buns and ponytails.
And beneath that man's hands lay a nearly-suppressed smirk.
The stoic girl raises the earth itself as she takes a stand against the enemies of the world.
AURAL SAP/SHELL PROJECT
With her ponytails flapping in the wind, a girl calls down draconic meteors and destruction from the sky.
PROTOTYPE: SANTIAGO
A black-haired boy smiles and gathers a sphere of energy in his hands.
The stoic girl creates craters beneath her as she walks, sending pillars of rocks towards an unseen opponent.
The tan girl flicks a coin into the air, before charging an electromagnetic field and with a plink, sends electricity roaring across the sky.
The blonde girl feels the flame in her heart, and creates a great pillar of fire in the palm of her hand.
The bubbly girl concentrates, as translucent purple scales shimmer in the air around her.
A flash of pure light explodes through the cracks in the earth beneath a sprawling metropolis.
The scarred young man raises a jutted metal cylinder, and what seems like a black hole bursts forth in the form of a phantom bullet.
In a blast of flames, he jets forward, refocusing in moments, poised to strike.
The orange-haired man looks down at him, and in his own skin, can't help but feel ashamed.
A maiden of the lord floats in a spring, wearing but a pendant of a spiraling fossil-like shell.
SHATTERED HEAVENS INCIDENT
The boy born of weakness uses the strength of others, cloaked in a pure white battle aura.
A grainy image of the world from orbit, showing the bleeding 'Y' cut across the atmosphere, and the 'X' filled by greening earth.
The dirty-blonde girl sobs silently in an empty bedroom, shut off from all else she knows.
Within nothing and everything, the boy remembers the past but hopes for the future.
A single red eye looks outwards from its three-dimensional shadow, as a crown of gilded wings rests on its bony spine.
ZYGARDE
The shy girl averts her eyes, attempting to hide her true self away.
AIAM FIELD PATTERN: BLUE
The nun raises her head, and though there is melancholy in her eyes, she looks towards the future.
The boy spreads his arms once again, unfolding, but separating himself from the armor he believes defines himself.
He stops giving up, stops hiding away, stops shielding himself from the truth, and with a true smile, becomes the Alchemist, one who changes the world.