Shinji Ikari One Shot
NGEgypt
Three trains, two connections, and now Shinji Ikari sat alone but for his suitcase and his phone with no reception on a one-car train heading down an underground tunnel. Maximum excitement reached he thought, rolling his eyes. He woke up his phone to check the time. According to his ticket he was to arrive at 1930, and it was 1915 now. He did not know if the train was running on time or not, and traveling down the smooth walled tunnel there was no sense of speed or acceleration at all.
Of course this being a newer train, he probably wouldn't feel any deceleration anyway. Trains were becoming the first civilian application of the new inertial dampener technology the military had.
There had been no reception since he boarded the train to the Tokyo Third Special Administrative District for the final leg of his journey, which was a pain in the ass since all his music, and more importantly his books, were on cloud servers. The whole trip had been a pain. Tokyo Third Special District, or Tokyo-3 as it was usually called, was its own cloistered military research facility, according to the news anyway. The inertial dampener and dozens of other new systems had come out of the city. The internet would have one believe it was something between Area 51 and a cult center, but that was conspiracy bullshit. However, it was secure and the only way in or out was by air or train from Tokyo-2, access to which was itself heavily controlled as the new capitol.
All this meant that what should have been a four hour trip in any sane system had taken all day. he had boarded his first train back home in Sendai nearly twelve hours ago.
The train is now approaching Alexandria station, end of line. Please stay seated until the train has come to a complete stop. When you disembark...
Shinji stretched and swung his feet out to the floor from where he had been laying across three seats with the arm rests folded up. He stood up to grab his bag from the overhead shelf when he heard beeping. He checked his phone and found it silent, still no reception, then realized it was coming from his suitcase.
As he was pulling the bag down, the train jerked to a stop and Shinji lost his footing, the bag coming down on top of him. One of the panels popped open in the fall and among his spilled socks was a little black case, beeping.
This had all started a few days ago. A package arrived at his aunt and uncle's apartment, with whom he had lived for the past thirteen years. It was not like he had forgotten his parents or anything. It was next to impossible for anyone to forget Yui and Gendo Ikari, the wife and husband who headed the Tokyo-3 research complex and the UN agency NERV. They were only on the news every time some new advance or discovery was made. He had not seen them in person since they sent him away when he was four either. He didn't really remember why at this point, but that didn't mean he wasn't sore either.
What he did remember was being happy, comfortable. In his time away from them, watching them on the TV in the little four room apartment where his Aunt and Uncle lived, he had gotten the idea that they were wealthy, not just rich, but wealthy. His relatives… were not. Shinji knew what it was like to go hungry. Nor were his relations particularly loving. They did not like his mother and father, though they refused to say why, and Shinji had only started getting on in his life when he realized they were not cold to him because he did something wrong, it was just because of who his parents were. So he had been just about as warm back. He had friends instead… at school, online, in his games and stuff.
In the package was a letter from his father, rather tersely worded to the point a lawyer could have written it, with instructions to make his way to Tokyo-3 to rejoin his family and "take up his burden". The letter had included a net code that gave him his ticket and the black box he was currently sorting from his socks. The box had not done anything until now and had refused to open.
Shinji was still stuffing his socks back into his case when the doors opened. He slammed the bag shut and picked up the black box in hand, just making it out of the train as the doors closed again.
The terminal was… plain. The floor was a mosaic of tiles in various shades of grey, there were panels on the walls for advertisements, but they were blank white. That box was still beeping. Shinji looked down at it in his hand. There was a seam where there had been none before and looking at it this way it sort of looked like a glasses case.
Shinji opened it and indeed found, resting on tan colored velvet, a pair of glasses. The frames were thin rectangles, glossy black in color, and the arms, each the width of the frames, were gold. He picked them up by the nose bridge and the arms swung open as if on a spring. The glasses were unmarked but for a small figure of a hawk carved on each arm. Hanging from each were little wires that ended in earbuds. Inside the the case was a small yellow sticky note which read: Put me on.
Shinji shrugged then shut the case and slid it into his pocket. He looked at the glasses, holding them pinched between his thumb and forefinger of both hands by the arms. They looked normal enough, though with no branding and the really clear glass with just a slight blue tint, he assumed they were probably expensive.
"Oh well, I'll bite."
Shinji lifted the glasses to his face, the earbuds sliding into place perfectly as he set the bridge upon his nose. He was not surprised when the micro projectors started up and lines of gold colored text started streaming past his eyes. The earbuds gave it away, this was just like his gaming headset, it even had the same calibration sequence as it synched up to his retinae.
ESTABLISHING MAAT CONNECTION… CONNECTION COMPLETE… Hello Prince Horus
The voice was pleasant, neutral, female. All pretty normal.
"Uh, hello. I think the previous user was left logged on, please log out."
This interface was made for a single user. Biometrics indicate you are Shinji Ikari, son of Gendo and Yui. Running diagnostic of readers. Scan complete, functioning normally. Diagnostic of biometric database run in tandem, also complete. Both processes indicate systems are functioning within normal parameters. You are Shinji Ikari, user designated Prince Horus.
"Oh… um, okay then."
The network and infrastructure which pervades the city has been optimized for augmented reality interaction. Are you familiar with such systems? If not a tutorial is available.
"Yeah, I've used them."
Activating augmented reality interface, level: consumer/civilian.
The platform lit up with colorful animated mosaics across the floor, signs and directions floating in the air near the many corridors leading off the platform. Across the blank spaces where he supposed the ads would go were pictures of… himself. Not like standing on the platform or at school or anything. These were some sort of fantasy renders, showing him wearing a golden crown and standing shirtless over an adoring crowd. The abdominals depicted were the sort he wished were his.
The figure looked like an ancient king being worshipped by his people like a god.
"Huh… cool adblocker." Shinji mused as he walked by the billboards of himself. He wanted to meet whoever made that program. It probably adapted to the personal profile of the user. Probably a narcissistic sociopath, but definitely a neat piece of code.
Golden arrows directed him through the empty terminal. He shielded his eyes from the bright sun as he rode the long escalator to the surface. His new glasses dimmed as he reached the top.
Before he came out from under the broad shade over the tunnel exit, the first thing he noticed was there was still not a soul around.
"Um, okay, where am I going?"
A series of golden arrows appeared on the ground in front of him, leading towards the street.
Please follow the path provided. An escort will be arriving shortly.
"Uh, thanks. So where is..."
Please be advised, the city is under a general shelter order. Please be alert for falling debris.
"Huh-what now?" Shinji said, looking around. The panels and holo-banners which would normally be lit up under an AR display instead all bore the same message in text, advising of the shelter order.
Please follow the visual directions provided. Your escort will be arriving shortly.
Shinji walked out to the sidewalk and looked up and down the deserted city streets. There was nobody around. Not even a car to be seen.
"Okay, so where is this escort?"
Inbound. Estimated time of arrival 30 seconds.
On cue, Shinji heard the whine and roar of a an engine shifting into high gear and the squeal of tires to his right. He looked to the sound no sooner did he see the blue streak than it was screeching to a stop in front of him and the passenger door was open. The driver was a beautiful brunette in a red leather jacket and...
"NO TIME TO EXPLAIN, GET IN THE CAR!"
That was the most horrifying, traumatic, gruesome thing he had ever done… Shinji Ikari thought as he literally leaped from the parked car to the descending elevator platform, kissing the diamond plate.
"Oh nut the fuck up."
"You drive like a maniac!" He screamed into the floor.
"Nooooo, maniacs drive poorly. I was driving at the very edge of the car's possible performance. I knew exactly where the limit was and walked safely within it."
Boots on steel, the car door closed. Shinji looked at her as he stood up.
"Who are you?"
"Misato Katsuragi, commander of military affairs for the special administrative district. Or as your mother and father would say, Mistress of War for the kingdom."
"Huh?"
"Think of me as your life coach." She leaned over, resting her arms on the roof of the car. "I'm going to teach you to drive like that. I'm also gonna teach you how to fight. How to command. How to be the man you need hurry and start being or I am going to kill trying."
"Don't you mean die trying?"
"No. And switch your damn lenses to authority level one so you can stop asking stupid-ass questions."
Instructions streamed across his vision and with a few darts of the eye, text sprung up over Misato's head, identifying her as commander of military forces.
"Level one is restricted to NERV personnel and will show basic I.D. stuff. You can select a person and request more info, like who they are related to, where they live…"
Shinji tried this, selecting Misato. There was a double buzzer a flashing red X that faded to show her name again.
"Being senior staff, mine is blocked. Nice try though, smart. Level one shows everyone's above ground stuff. Level two shows the underground info. Level one won't show you much once you get downstairs either, 'cause if you are supposed to be down here, you have level two access."
Shinji made the switch and his view radically changed, starting with Misato. A big golden necklace, more like a mantle really, swept across her chest and over her shoulders. A tall feather rose behind her and the text over her head now read:
Lady Misato Katsuragi
Mistress of War for the Kingdom of Neo-Kemet
Two crossed swords, each shaped like a question mark, manifested over her head, slowly rotating.
"Uuuuuh…"
"Don't stand there with your mouth open like a fish, say something."
"What is the kingdom of Neo-Kemet?"
"Your momma wants to explain… oh and you might want to switch back to normal view, otherwise meeting your folks is gonna be kind of annoying. I guess you can make your own filters and stuff, you should have edit authority. Not really my area of expertise."
"Ah…"
"You're actually taking all this pretty well so far. We'll see how you hold up."
"Ah…"
"What are you 'ah' ing about? Why are you staring over my head?"
"So… can you see those swords or…?"
She gave a clearly frustrated sigh.
"No. Managed to turn that off at least. Do you know about this stuff? Because everyone stares at them, it's weird."
"Well they are an impressive pair of… swords."
"Watch. Your. Ass. Kid."
"Uh, I can take a look. I've done some programming."
"Later. End of the line is coming up. I'm sure your parents are going to be waiting. You must be looking forward to seeing them again."
He shrugged. "Meh."
"Kid, do you even know who your parents are?"
"Well yeah, everyone knows Gendo and Yui Ikari. They run the most advanced technological research center on Earth after impact."
"Yeah, that's half the story."
"What's the rest?" Shinji asked the as the platform slowed and the shaft came to an end, light streaming in through the gap.
"Like I said, your mother wants to tell you, speaking of which…"
"Shinji!"
In the conversation that had followed Misato's suggestion to adjust his display, Shinji had quite forgotten it. As such, as the small crowd awaiting them came into view, his vision was filled with blinding light. Though the uninformed would often gladly inform you as such, the projectors on common AR interface glasses did not project onto the glass itself. That feature was deleted after early models. Instead, the project directly into the eye. As such is it quite possible for one's own electronics to blind oneself quite badly and looking away from the frames did little to help the matter.
The situation was only remedied when Yui Ikari collided with her son in an aggressive hug, schewing the glasses enough for automatic shut offs to kick in.
"Mom-aaah!" Shinji yelled as his mother lifted him off his feet and spun him around like it was nothing at all, squeezing the life out of him.
"Oh my beautiful boy! I'm soooo sorry."
"Sorry… great… can't breath..."
No sooner had his feet touched the ground than his father was there. His wasn't crass or gloomy like he looked on TV. Instead, Gendo's arms took Yui's place, wrapping around his son in a bear hug.
"You've grown well m'boy."
It was all a bit of shock really. When his father had let him go, Shinji slowly corrected his glasses. This time the glow was not so sudden and he could see. What he saw was great wings in all the colors of the rainbow rising from behind his mother's shoulders. A golden mantle, striped in deep blue surrounded his father's face with a pair of animal heads, a bird and a cobra, animated over his forehead.
And the weirdest beard. Shinji had seen it on TV and always thought it was strange. It was his assumption nobody told the guy it looked like he had glued a TV remote to his chin because of who he was. It was just like a stick of hair jutting out.
HIs mother spoke next. "Shinji, this must be shocking I know and I am sure Misato is quite cross with us for this little protocol breach but we missed you so much and just had to see you as soon as possible. Didn't we dear?" Yui said, turning to her husband.
"Of course. It was hard to have to see you grow up from afar, son."
"It was hard?" Shinji asked.
"Certainly." They replied together.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought it must have been pretty easy as you were both busy with the whole being famous thing. I thought I was the one who had it hard growing up with relatives who didn't even like me and barely enough food to go around, but I guess I was wrong."
"Shinji, that hurt, but… you are right. It was hard for you, it had to be that way. For what you have to do, you had to learn what it was like for them. To appreciate privilege, you had to know what it's like for the little people. If you'll allow me to explain, I promise we, everyone here, will do everything to make up for it." His mother said, hands clutched together in front of her chest.
He stared at them in silence for several seconds. He had played out how this moment would go in his mind at least a hundred times. How he would tell them exactly what he thought of them, what it was like to grow up without a family to love him. How betrayed he felt. But they were being nice. Mom said sorry. And he came all the way here on that stupid train… might as well listen.
So he nodded.
"Oh my little boy has grown into such a handsome prince." Yui said, taking him by the arm. "I am going to have to keep the girls off you with a stick. Except for your sisters of course."
"My what?!"
It turned out Shinji had sisters. Yui explained while they walked, surrounded by guards in black suits with Misato leading them. Shinji had turned off the elaborate display. His mother was still hanging on his left arm, while his father walked to his right, jacket tucked back with his hands in his trouser pockets. One of the guards had taken his bag from the car and was carrying it. Once his mother reminded him he did recall another, a friend with blue hair. Her name was Rei, his mother said, and she lived with them here. There also was another one he didn't remember at all.
"Did you send her away like me?"
"Oh no, she lives with her mother. They've been away for a while working on a special project."
"Uuuuum… I thought you said she was my sister."
"She is."
"Asuka is more accurately your half sister, purely regarding parentage. Her mother is Kyoko, my second wife." Gendo added.
"Did you guys get a divorce?"
"Certainly not."
"Er, I'm confused then. I thought you and mom met in college, I didn't know you were married before, Dad."
"I wasn't. I wed Kyoko… I think you wouldn't be born for another week, so of course you would not of remembered the ceremony. But I married her after Yui, and Asuka was born almost six months after you."
"Okay, you lost me. How did you marry someone else without divorcing mom?"
There was a squeeze and a tug on his arm and Shinji looked to his mother. "Your father took Kyoko Zeppelin as a second wife. She is one of the chief scientists at the European site. We do things a little differently than you are used to."
"So you have two wives or are there more moms I need to know about?"
Gendo laughed and, contrary to his rather severe appearance it was warm and pleasant. "Just the two."
"Plus two concubines." Yui chimed in and Shinji's jaw dropped.
"One concubine." Gendo corrected.
"The royal household did not release Naoko Akagi." His wife countered.
"And she left all the same. Shinji, that does bring up…"
"Wait wait wait, the royal what?"
"Dear…" Yui said to her husband. "I know we wanted to try and be casual about this, but perhaps this has gone too far. I would love to tell him, but I would never deny you the privilege."
"Wait a second…"
"If the privilege belongs to anyone my love, it is surely you."
"Oh Gendo, I insist. You're his father you should be the one."
"None of us would be here but for you dear, please."
"Now dear…"
"The two of you are going to make me sick." Misato said. The parents having stopped walking as they bickered, she stepped in front of the son. She pointed a waist level knife hand at his father.
"Pharoah Gendo-Osiris…"
Then pivoted to his mother.
"His First Great Wife Yui-Isis…"
And finally brought the knife hand up to poke him in the forehead.
"Ow."
"Prince Shinji-Horus, of the Kingdom of Neo-Kemet, 1st dynasty, long may you all reign, etc etc."
Shinji was starting to get the feeling he needed a t-shirt which read 'I have no idea what is going on, explain things slowly with simple words'.
"Now, your highnesses, in case anybody has forgotten, we are on a little bit of a time table."
"Of course of course Misato. Thank you for your… characteristic candor." Yui said. "Come along Shinji, the good lady is right. Plenty of time to show you your kingdom after you save it."
"... I am so confused right now." He said, musing he should just have it on a t-shirt.
"Son…" Gendo said, slapping Shinji on the shoulder. "I fear it is going to get far worse before it becomes better. We have been hiding some things down here that are only now ready to be revealed."
"Just what is that supposed to mean?"
"You'll see."
"Mother, father..." It was a new voice, and it came from the intersection just ahead. "I began preparing as soon as the alert was sounded. Hathor is ready…"
She was a vision as she rounded the corner. Red eyes looked out from beneath sapphire blue hair trimmed into a very precise bob. Her body, and what a body it was, was wrapped from her neck to her fingers, to the tip of her toes in glossy white. It looked very literally wrapped, like bandages. There was a beetle made of polished stone above her chest, it was the size of his fist and the red, blue, and black pieces were fitted so well it looked as though the stone simply had formed that way. Golden rings encircled her arms. He recognized the jewels on the thick bracelets on her wrists as the newest projector variants. He had read about them starting field testing with the military… next year. These were ensconced in golden settings. She wore a headband… or would that be called a tiara? It was thin, golden, and stretched straight across her forehead.
"To… launch…" She was staring at him, and he at her.
"Rei?"
Memories came charging back, bursting forth in their fullness. This was his sister. Despair, shocking in its suddenness and depth, struck him. How had he forgotten her?
"Brother?"
"Y-yeah."
It was an awkward silence and his mother broke the tension with a gentle shove to his lower back as she let go of his arm.
"Well, is that how you say hello to your sister after all this time?"
He was not sure what do, what was the way to say hello after so long? So he raised his arms and she all but leapt into them, squeezing him tight.
"Brother!" She squealed, pushing her cheek against his.
"Mom and dad didn't tell you I was coming?"
"We weren't going to invite you for another few weeks, when everything was ready, but we wanted it to be a surprise." Their mother said.
"I missed you, brother."
"I missed you too Rei." It was soft words to assuage guilt which had replaced despair. He had left her alone, he was her brother, he was supposed to stay with her and protect her, wasn't he?
She kissed him on the cheek. It was cute.
She kissed him again, half on the cheek half on the corner of his mouth. How funny, it would be something to laugh about later.
She kissed him on the lips. That was… strange. Mom said they did things different here, and he had heard some europeans did that sort of thing. It would be rude to say anything…
She kissed him on the lips again. With tongue.
"Mmmupmph, Rei, what are you doing!?"
"But…"
He had nearly shoved her away before mom's hands on his arms stopped him and dad had Rei clinging to his arm.
"Rei, Honey, Shinji just got here and things are happening faster than we thought. He doesn't know yet, okay? That's all, you didn't do anything wrong."
She nodded, but Shinji could not help but feel bad seeing the way she was now hiding behind dad, one sad eye peeking around to watch him.
"R-right. I… I should get to Hathor and launch." She said.
"No." Gendo and Yui said as one.
"No?"
"This is something Shinji needs to do…"
"But he…" Rei began to object
"It has been foreseen." Yui said, and Rei bowed her head.
"I am going to get to the bridge. Katsuragi, with me." Gendo said. With a sharp turn down another hallway, he was gone, Rei at his heel. Their guard split, half going with his father and half following Shinji, pulled along quite firmly by his mother.
"We don't have time to fit you with a plug suit. It's a shame you have to do this dressed so. I would have liked to present you as soon as it was safe, but at this rate you'll be in no condition."
"Mom, what is going on? Please explain..." And that should be the back of the t-shirt, he thought.
"Something is coming Shinji. It gets closer with every second…" She said, not looking back at him. "It is an agent of the other, chaos meant to undo everything. It wants to erase the last fifteen thousand years and reduce us all to animals again, living in fear of the darkness."
"Mom?"
"There have always been those upon whom the responsibility rested to push back the darkness, to protect the achievements of man. Once it was just animals and bandits. Later, entire civilizations grew with the goal of destroying everything we have achieved. Now, what is coming is the first strike in what will be the final war between civilization and ignorant barbarism."
"And this involves me how?"
"A prophecy written ten thousand years ago says you will draw the first blood and win this battle."
"Me?"
"Yes, it mentions you by name."
A door opened and while his mother lead him forward, the guards in their black suits stopped before the threshold.
"Why aren't they…"
"Because this place is not for them."
The chamber was massive and the bright lights made the golden walls glitter. Every surface was covered in Hieroglyphics. One figure, seemingly as big and as true as the sky, dominated the room. It was… big… and wrapped in bandages like a mummy. The arms crossed over the chest were clear, along with the fact that the head was not human. The shape was like a bird, a hawk or a falcon or something with a huge curved beak.
"This is the holiest of holies, where the gods are honored and worshipped so that they will endure being trapped in this form."
"What is that?"
"Exactly as I said, Shinji. A god given material form. You have met him before, but you were too small to remember. He remembers though. There is a piece of you within him, and of him within you. This is Horus, and he has been waiting for you to come."
As if on cue, there was a rumble through the room, a shaking through the air itself. Upon the bandaged giant's birdlike head, a light where the left eye might be began to emit a warm glow through the wrappings.
"See? Horus stirs for you. Now come on, we have to get you inside, time is short."
Shinji counted himself a smart young man. Certainly not dull by any means. It was just that at this very moment all he could do was watch that thing outside kick his ass because the giant robot god won't move!
And he did not have the faintest idea how to fix that.
The damned thing was still covered in white protective plastic, he had not even gotten enough movement to break the wrapper. The thing outside had done that. Shinji had been stuck in the dark until the robot took a square hit across the face that tore off the wrappings around the eyes.
The thing outside was… hairy. Shinji did not know much more than that. It was human shaped but there was long dirty brown hair covering its whole body.
It was not helping the situation that mom had told him the stakes right before they catapulted him up here with no training or instructions AT ALL.
"Remember, you must triumph. There is no alternative. If you fail, the world will be plunged into a never ending age of suffering and darkness." She had said. Thanks mom, great talk.
"Dammit you fucking thing!" Shinji screamed, pulling impotently at the control yokes. "I don't know what I am supposed to do but I need you to just WORK!"
That was when things turned strange… er.
The world came to a screeching halt. Falling debris froze in mid air. The beast's leg, midway through a darn back kick, stopped with it's hair held out by drag behind it.
And then there a voice. It was not so much loud as simply more real than the rest of his environment. It did not thunder, it did not shake his bones, it simply was. What it did do was make his head hurt, like enormous hands were squeezing his skull.
Have you even considered the existence of something so immeasurably greater than yourself?
The simplest life is so immeasurably greater than its environment only because it possesses the ability to change and immortality in the physical realm and the plane of the gods. Life, by its nature, will make more of itself. Thus the physical body lives on in its progeny.
Consider all of the life that has come before to create this moment. Your mother, your father, their ancestors stretching back a thousand thousand years. Beyond even your great ancestor, whom in you there is a millionth of a millionth of a drop of blood which grants you the privilege of this audience, ruled along the sacred river. Before man had taken on his shape. Before apes climbed trees, before beasts greater than you can conceive ruled the world you so arrogantly call yours.
Before fish dragged themselves through the mud, before mold, before slime, to the very first pattern that expressed itself among proteins chained together, before all, primordial. Every lifetime of everything which has ever crawled among the surface of this planet.
If your tiny mind may even attempt to consider the content of all of that, think of the sum of it. Every lifetime as a contributor to a single whole. A great record, stretching back a million million years.
It would be as a drop of water compared to all the seas, so is every speck of life that has ever been compared to Us. Its span not more than the glimmer of a passing thought.
So, child of Ozymandias, what is it that so warrants Our attention to be paid to you?
"I...I…."
If you do not articulate yourself soon, We will leave you to your assuredly painful fate.
"I… I am… I am supposed to protect these people. And I need help to do it."
And? A weak defender is too common to be remembered.
"It is my duty and… I don't know what it means to have the blood of the pharaohs except that it makes my responsibility to protect them. Mom says that that means I have to work with you. I don't know why or how. I just know if we don't then they are going to die."
Hm… It shall be at the very least amusing to watch a mortal wield a quantum of power again. Succeed and hold Our interest, little prince, and perhaps we will see what you may do with a bit more power next time…
Deep below, Yui stood beside her husband and her daughter, watching the great monster assault the unresponsive form of the eva.
"Mother, is he…" Her daughter began, before Yui shushed her with a finger.
"Wait for it." She said, her voice absolutely calm. "This has been foretold."
"Dear, perhaps…" Her husband tried to say, but he too was silenced by a look.
"Wait for it."
Suddenly, there was a racing ball of fire and burning light engulfed the display.
"And there it is." Yui said, a wicked smile spreading from cheek to cheek.
It rose from the ashen crater, the final pieces of its wrapping turning to ash that swirled about it like a whirlwind. It's skin was gold and lapis, its raptor eyes like twin suns beside its alabaster beak. It was the falcon headed incarnation of solar fire and flames arose where it's great feet stepped, even pavement igniting in the heat. Finger's flexed into fists, testing talon claws against adamantium armor formed into human perfection in gold and blue.
Its birth cry, a hunter's screech, ripped through the city. A god had risen, not new, simply… reborn.
Within, scorching hot air filled Shinji's lungs and he spoke words from knowledge somewhere deep within his soul.
"Beast, you are not but corruption. Serpent spawn, you stand against our most holy and righteous order. We created the heavens, the land, and the underworld and the true names of all things are ours to know and to command."
The golden hand of a god rose, amber waves of heat radiating out, bending light and metal alike.
"Your true name is your power, Pale Imitation of Our Tears. Now burn."
To be continued…
Those familiar with Egyptian mythology will catch a rather glaring error here. Yui calls the evangelion Horus, but the attributes it describes of itself match another deity. This is intentional. To the ancient Egyptian way of thinking, names wield great power.
Well this one was a long time coming, let me tell you. I started writing this back in October 2015!
It came about when a friend mentioned the whole idea of Shinji and Rei kind of being siblings and how the royals of ancient Egypt married incestually. I did not think much of it at the moment he brought it up, but it, as I told him "stuck in my craw".
There is actually quite a bit of back story to this one and a good bit written, but this is the chapter one preview you get. I hope there is interest for it to continue!
As always, please leave a review. I don't know what you folks want to see more of, nor will I improve, without your feedback!