Heaven Sent

By crimsonwraith

Chapter 1: Light and Darkness

Usually, people walk into bars, most of the times whole. When they come in, they usually expect a beer, have a few laughs, have a good time before returning to wherever they were supposed to go in the first place.

But this bar was not a usual bar, and today was not your usual day.

K A T H U D

A deafening eruption tore through the bar front as a woman's torso flew through the doors in a hail of lead, and collapsing onto the floorboards in a mess of blood and tangled entrails sprawling across the floor. The half woman winced painfully, cursing in a language unknown to the human tongue as she tried to crawl away from the door. The patrons within, rather than mindlessly running away from the woman without her bottom half, rushed to her aid, asking her questions, all in demon speak.

Black ooze seeped through the demons lips as it gurgled something incomprehensible, managing only to point to the door before collapsing lifelessly on the linoleum. Then all turned silent as they heard a loud hollow set of footsteps emerging from the door. Slowly their eyes lit up in fires of all hues, all finding the same person by the doorway. There stood a young woman with hair draping over her back like a river of copper and eyes hidden behind a set of shades. In her hands was a sawed off double barreled shotgun and on her face was a malicious grin.

"Is it me or did I catch you at a bad time?"

The room suddenly changed as all eight patrons throughout the bar changed simultaneously, growing wings of black behind them and dragon scales all over their skin. From thin air they drew a blade wreathed in flame and turned towards the intruder by the door.

The angel chuckled. "Hmpf. I guess I just have this effect on people."

Suddenly, the first demon drew its sword, leaping forward with its drawn back to slash at the girl, but then just as it was in swinging distance, the angel trained her shotgun at it's head and pulled the trigger.

K A T H U D

A second later, putrid black pulps of demon remains were splattered over the far wall. This triggered the other demons off, dashing towards the woman with a dark fury in their eyes.

Dropping the empty shotgun, the angel quickly rolled backwards, reaching into her trench coat and pulled out a pair of silver knives, flinging them into the crowd. The first knife found home between the eyes of one demon while the other found another's throat. Two fell down in a shower of black feathers while the six other continued to close their distance.

Upon completing her roll, the redhead waved her hands in front of her in a wide arch, pressing her palms into each other with a loud clap. She kept them together as two demons rushed at her from both flanks with blades raised and blood boiling. Then, as their blades began their descent towards her head, the angel finally lashed out. Two tangents of light arched out from her outstretched arms, tearing the demons in half, swords and all.

The remaining four demons froze for a moment, glaring at the twin blades in the copper haired slayer's hands outstretched like wings to both sides her, shining with a celestial light as two piles of black collapsed in pools of ooze and black plumes. Slowly, she picked herself up to her feet and gazed through her darkened shades towards the quaking hell spawns.

"Finished already? But I haven't even gotten started yet…" she whispered frigidly, shifting her blades towards the nearest foe. "Four on one, sounds kinky…" she said, then dashing forward with blades tearing through the air.

The first demon didn't even have enough time to feel cold bite of steel against his neck before the angel sliced it off with one fell swoop. With a graceful pivot, she plunged her second sword behind her, impaling the second demon's abdomen, then dragged it up, slicing the demon through the middle and listened as it fell apart with a sickening squelch of innards spilling all over the tiles behind her. .

That's six, she counted, before hearing a splash to her right. The demon swung with all his might at the girl, his burning blade tearing everything before crashing into the tiled floor. Only that the only thing it found was empty air and after images of the girl. She had disappeared into thin air, or so she thought.

"My my," a chilled voice whispered behind his ear, "careful where you wave that big sword of yours…" That was all the demon heard before the angel ran a blade through the demon's throat which exploded in a fount of dun blood. As the body slipped to the floor, her eyes scanned the bar for the last surviving demon.

Slowly, she lifted her nose into the air and sniffed her surroundings. Her grin widened. Suddenly, she threw a blade, piercing counter like a bullet through flesh. Then silence fell over the bar.

After a short heartbeat, she made her way towards the bar, placed her second blade over the counter as she and jumped over it, ignoring the other blade which skewered a demon's head against the brink wall as she reached over, picking a bottle of whiskey from the shelf. As she popped open the cork lid, she took a quick glance at the body and shook her head. "Demons…"

"Samael," a loud voice proclaimed behind her.

The copper haired girl quickly reached into her jacket with her free hand, drawing out a silver plated pistol and aimed it at a being of light standing by the doorway. Her finger hovered over the trigger for a second before she decided to return the gun to her holster and enjoy her hard won whiskey.

The white seraph waded through the floor of entrails and bent over, retrieving a black steel tube from the floor. He turned towards the other angel and gave her a quizzical look. "I suppose that this is your toy?"

"Well," she muttered, dropping the bottle of whiskey from her mouth, "you know what they say? A girl's got to accessorize, right?"

Unamused by the other, Metatron heaved a dishelved sigh. "I feel sorry for the prophets that's going to have to clean this up…"

"After all," Samael added, "cleanliness is next to Godliness, isn't that right?"

"Not that you know much about that. Sometimes, I wonder if there is any difference between you and them…"

His words striking a chord in the other's mind, Samael's gaze hardened as she slammed the bottle onto the counter, which by some miracle did not break. "This is my job, Metatron! I do heaven's dirty work because high flyers like told me to. While you sit up there in your cozy little chair in the clouds, sipping tea with the saints, I'm stuck down here to hunt these demons down."

"Hmpf," scoffed the other, "indeed."

Feeling awkward, Samael decided to break the silence after downing a mouthful of whiskey. "So what the hell are you doing here, Metatron? Pissing me off isn't exactly in your job description."

"You're right," Metatron granted, his voice suddenly becoming despondent.

Before Samael could detect this in his voice, a quick but sudden flashed filled the room, stunning the younger angel. "Wh- what the hell?" she stammered, suddenly feeling a wrenching pain in her stomach. She struggled for a second to keep aloft, but the agony was too much, loosing her footing as she came crashing down to the floor. Wincing painfully, she managed to hiss between her clenched teeth. "Wh- what did you do to me?"

"You're going to need this for your next mission," was his short and somewhat useless explanation.

Clawing herself up to the counter, a snarling Samael felt something cold running between her legs, and as she looked down, her eyes widened beneath her darkened shades. "I'm having a p- period?"

The elder seraphim smile and chuckled to himself. "Yes, I had to make some… physiological changes to your celestial body. You still retain some of your angelic powers, but you have also become very much like a human girl… a teenager to be precise."

"Wh- why?" she grunted agonizingly. "How the hell is this going to help me do anything?"

"You need to fall pregnant."

"What?"

The seraph sighed. "Fifteen years ago, a special young boy was born. He is special in that he can decide the fate for humanity in who he conceives a child with. If he conceives a child with a being of light, then he chooses heaven for all mankind: the light will shine out from heaven, driving demons out of the land for a thousand years. However, if he conceives a child with a being of darkness, he chooses hell for all humanity: the world would fall into shadow of everlasting torment and anguish."

"Sounds like a dud deal to me," grunted the angel. "A thousand years if we win, until eternity if they win…"

"However, we seraphs and the archdemons have set down rules. The child must be conceived willingly, that means you can't just rape the boy and expect to win. The second condition is that the child must be conceived out of love. Everything else is fair game."

"Love?" Samael bit back, "just how the hell am I supposed to get him to love me? When the hell were you planning on telling me all this… is this some kind of sick joke you and your buddies are playing on me?"

"Good luck, we all have faith in you Samael," said Metatron as he turned around, before pausing and taking a final glance backwards, "or should I say… Asuka."

The girl opened her mouth to speak, but with a flash of blinding light, the seraph was gone.

After a long moment of silence, Samael bent over, drawing out her sword from a demon's head and grabbing the other from the counter. "well, at least I've still got you guys," she mused before holding them out. The twin blades began to glow a white light before they too, flashed brightly and disappeared into thin air.

Suddenly, a group of men in white, prophets, began to file through the door with cleaning equipment, all but one which came to her with a large folder. "This is for you."

"What's this?" she stammered, eyeing the folder closely.

"This is you… a girl named Asuka Langley Soryu. Age 14, graduated from University a year as a Rhodes Scholar, and pilot of a bio-mechanoid, Evangelion Unit 02, one of Lilith's stillborns. She went under a coma three minutes ago when you were chosen to take her place… she'll wake up when you succeed."

"Well, you're certainly optimistic." Curious, Samael took the file from the other's hands and began to leaf through it until she came across something. Her passport photo. "Metatron really was desperate… too bad for him, angels couldn't assume shapes like demons."

"This is also for you," said the prophet, handing her a blank envelope.

Raising a brow, Samael took the envelope with her free hand. "Plane tickets? I won't be needing this."

"But the child's guardian is expecting you to arrive to Tokyo-3 by plane… you'll blow your cover if you don't."

Heaving a defeated sigh, Samael smiled and placed the tickets inside the folder before closing it in her hands. "Fine-"

"And one more thing." The prophet paused, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a small white bottle which he presented to her.

"What is this?"

"It's called Paracetamol… this should help ease the pain…"

A day and several thousand miles later, young Asuka tilted the bottle to her eye stood in the arrivals reception area of the airport, peeking through the hole with a desperate look. She shook the bottle for a second, hoping to hear something rattle inside, but this time, there was only silence to answer her desperation.

"Damn it," she snarled to herself, "how the hell do humans live through these things?" She remembered the short briefing that the prophets gave her about her condition which came but once a month. The swelling, the bleeding, the agonizing pain… and this was before pregnancy. What nightmares await her then, she could only begin to wonder.

Growing impatient, Asuka looked over her shoulder to the large display at the front of the reception area and compared it to a note addressed by her would-be guardian, Misato Katsuragi. I'll pick you up at 9:00 PM said the note. It was already 11 according to the display.

Slightly annoyed, Asuka slumped in her seat as several things began to weigh her down. Losing some of her powers, suffering through period pains, running out of Paracetamol along with Misato's tardiness drove the girl to the brink of sanity.

Then a shadow stopped in front of her. "You are the one sent by the light."

Asuka froze, smelling something familiar in the air. Her eyes darted up, finding a young cerulean haired girl standing ten feet away, wearing blue school uniform which somehow contrasted the crimson in her eyes. On her face was a grin and in her eyes was a glance of malice.

"It is my destiny… to become one with Ikari, one in mind and body, one for all eternity and you will not."

Slowly, she clasped her hand together, ready to draw her swords. "Not if I can do anything about it," scoffed Asuka.

The blue haired girl reached forward ready to draw her own blade from the ether before smiling dryly at the copper haired girl. "You can try…"

To Be Continued

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