AN: This is my first foray into the world of Evangelion… I am going to fuck shit up, no doubts about that… And some of it will be on purpose too! This story will contain graphic scenes of Violence, sexual actions between 'Minors' of the imaginary persuasion, Torture of the mind and body, aspects of the Grimdark universe that is Warhammer 40K, Glorious combat, Swear words of a multitude of languages, Enough blood and Gore to fill a stadium, and Angst… Cause you can't get enough of that shit in everyday life we just have to add it in here too!

The series will take place whenever it is I decide it will, and Horus will be a heavy influence upon much of what happens. Shinji will not be what anyone will expect him to be, save maybe Horus. Suggestions on fights will be accepted and welcomed, suggestions on pairings will be shot in the face and returned to sender with all the genteelness of the Imperial Inquisition. So, be forewarned, I will not take lightly to flamers, for they are a blight on Fanfiction and should be dealt with post haste by all who see them ;) Have a nice day and enjoy the show!

Your Author, who has been gone for years, Harbinger-of-Script!

Chapter One

Prologue

"Father! Do it! End it all! KILL ME!" Horus cried out in anguish as the Chaos gods were shunted from his body by the force of his will. His father, even though unable to hear him, did not hesitate to send his lance of psychic energy into his most favored son. 'Thank you … Father' Horus' last thought was as the lance tore through his body and rendered his flesh unto dust and ash upon the decking of the Vengeful Spirit.

Horus' spirit left his body, still reeling from the attack his father had made against him. He tumbled into the warp, but instead of settling within its cruel embrace for eternity, he road the currents of the immaterium and fell into the never-ending abyss. From there, he spent a million lifetimes in terrible purgatory, the only thing that did not let him go insane was the gift of Foresight that had been bestowed upon him by the Chaos gods, unknowingly and unwittingly.

He saw the futures of the universe around him, followed the tune of creation, and saw the deaths of trillions. He saw wonders, and horrors the likes the Warp itself had never even dreamt of imagining. He learned the forgotten arts of humanity and forgot just as much as he learned. Granted, nothing ever remains lost to a Primarchs mind as long as he has time to search for it.

As he longingly tumbled through the blackness of unreality, a sudden vortex of energy and spiteful reality opened up under him, or below him, such is the conundrum that was his home.

His armor fell apart, no longer held together by his body, it fell to the decking and clattered about at his father's feet. The Immortal man in golden armor lamented the death of his son for but a moment, with his peace said he left the flagship of the Traitor legions and swept himself back to Terra to sit upon his golden throne.

He took up the throne, wept for his fallen friend Malcador, and sealed his fate for the foreseeable future… It is the end of the Great Crusade; now it is the Grim Dark Future, and there is only War.

Shinji Ikari, a young boy of three, stood out on a train station with four bags of luggage arrayed around him. His tear-filled eyes stung in the evening air. The cold wrapped around him like a vice and squeezed at his heart and soul like boa circling ever tighter and tighter. His small heart ached at what his father had done, having left him alone on the docking point with nothing to keep him warm.

He knew his mother was gone, forever lost to him like the love his father once showed him. His heart ached to see her, his red eyes telling all there was to know about how thoroughly devastated he was.

He sunk to his small knees and wept into his tiny hands. His soul cried out for comfort and love, but found none to be offered to him. HIs lips quivered and shook, his eyes leaked hot tears of betrayal and loss, and his body shook with fear and sorrow.

His young mind could barely comprehend what had happened, only that his mother was gone, his father abandoned him, and his body ached from the cold. He was so deeply entrenched in his self-loathing that he did not see, and nor did he feel, the rise in the temperature, or the swirling of the leaves in an ethereal wind

Light flashed, unseen, and darkness enveloped the sky for the moment in between seconds. A hole, darker than night, but lighter than a black hole, opened up in the sky. No one saw, no one felt, but one thing with the greatness of lifetimes fell through. It tumbled down, seemingly invisible to everything else, and landed upon the Earth.

Clad in grey vestments not unlike those worn by Roman senators during the reigns of the emperors, this Being stood. Bald of head, gray of eye, it stood. Broad of shoulder, great of stature, humbled by lifetimes, wizened by war, they stood.

Hearing the sobs of the broken, this Being searched for the source. Finding its location, the Being strode. Clearing the vastness between them, it stood within the station and beside the boy. Kneeling, the Being comforted the child.

"What ales you, child of man?" The Being questioned. His voice clear, his tone somber, his presence comforting in its immensity.

"M-my daddy! He! He left me!" The child sobbed into its hands. The Being scowled gently at the words. "My mommy is gone too!" The child wailed.

"What happened to her child?" He asked.

"Don't know! Was there 'nd then gone!" The child blubbered. "Now nobody wants me!" The boy cried.

The Being flinched. He knew what it was like to be left behind by a Father. He knew what it was like to not have a Mother. In his many hearts he felt a soft loathing form for a man he had never seen, and a fondness for a child he had just met.

"Shinji! Are you Shinji!" the Being looked over his shoulder and stared at the man standing there. The man had an indifferent look carved into his face, and looked much like a weasel by facial recognition alone. The Being got up and sized the man up. Short, wiry, thinning hair in the front, scraggly beard, loose fit clothing, worn shoes, and unwashed. The Being was not impressed with the man in the slightest.

"Y-yes?" The boy answered. The Being scowled slightly and concentrated back on the boy. The Being lessened his scowl and smiled softly at the boy. The boy, shyly, returned the smile with a grin.

"What are you smiling at boy! We need to go!" The man snapped. The Being scowled again at the man, it was as if he could not see him. The Being snarled and took a step towards the man.

"I suggest you use calmer words to talk with the boy. He has gone through enough as it is," The Being snapped. His rage simmered underneath his skin like the magma flow of an inactive volcano. The man, on the other hand, seemingly ignored the Being's words of caution.

"Come, we are leaving!" The man said and turned around. Unlike his clothes and personal hygiene, the man's posture was impeccably straight and firm. The Being, having had enough of the man's disrespect, reached forth with his massive hand and went to clasp the man's shoulder.

To his shock, and the shock of the boy, his hand went straight through the man as if he were immaterial instead of material. The Being looked at his hand, and then to the boy. "You can see me, right?" The Being asked, more than a bit perturbed by the inconsistency. The child nodded. Shinji, as that was what the Being believed the child's name to be, ran his arm along his nose and wiped away the trail of snot that hung there.

'That was both cute, and disgusting…,' the Being hummed mentally to itself.

"Follow the man, Shinji," The Being told him. Shinji gave him a look and slowly nodded his head. With a forlorn expression on his face, Shinji marched off after the man. Just as he was about to pass the Being by, he looked up into his face and sent him a pleading look.

"You'll come with me… Right?" Shinji asked, his voice small and coarse to the ears. His chest still heaved erratically, still trying to force out a sob or two as he tried to calm down.

"Yes, I will go with you. You look like you could use someone to help you anyway."

"Thank you…," Shinji smiled and ducked his head away. He clutched his shirt tightly in both hands and shambled off to where the man was waiting by a car.

"Get over here Shinji!" The man barked. He sneered at the boy and sniffed disdainfully at him. "Useless boy," he muttered crassly. The Being fumed at the remarks, but knowing that he couldn't do anything to the man, he simply let his rage subside.

Several Hours later

The car pulled into a small driveway in some nondescript part of Japan. It was so un-noteworthy that even the sky was a bleak color of gray. It was extremely depressing to see, even for the unknowably old Being that followed Shinji and his new 'Teacher' there.

'This is… Pathetic? I am not sure if that can even describe how utterly dismal this place is. Cthonia was at least vibrant in its whiteness. This place could even bore a Mechanicus Adept to tears!' The Being mentally scorned.

"Shinji, gather your thing and put them inside. I want you cleaned up and presentable for dinner in an hour~!" The man, Synoske, snapped at Shinji. The Being growled lowly but said nothing, there was nothing he really could say.

"U-um…"

"Go ahead Shinji, just take your time and do what you can. I'll see if I can help," The Being assured the boy. Shinji nodded his little head and grabbed up two of the three suitcases that held his things. The twiggy little three year-old waddled off towards the front door of the small two story abode the man had brought them to.

The Being bent down and reluctantly went to put his hand on the last suitcase when he froze. Why was he hesitant? He was older than most civilizations, and he had fought monsters the likes of which none had ever seen! Why was he afraid of a little suitcase? Even if it was the finality with which an action brought, why was it so hard to just confirm what he already knew?

"Fuck it," He reached down and wrapped his hand around it. He froze. His hand stopped. Not of its own volition, mind you, but because it had found resistance. He tested his grip, it was not wanting in any way. He picked it up, and suddenly he was very confused.

"How does that even work?" He asked noone in particular. He expected no answer, and received none. He sighed and resigned himself to a life of inconsistencies. He could feel it in the air around him, things were going to be surprising him for the foreseeable future, even if he knew they were coming.

Before he went further, He checked again to make sure that the sleazy looking man was not present before he quickly moved the suitcase over to where Shinji was standing. The young boy had a confused look about him as he watched the Being, not that the Being was too far off from a similar existence himself.

"W-what room is… is mine?" Shinji called out. He looked at the narrow stairway that led to the second floor and then over towards a rice door that led to the only visible room on the ground floor.

"Top floor! End of the hall! Don't get it dirty!" The man yelled from somewhere in the house. Shinji nodded to himself and picked up one of the suitcases. Just as he was about to lift the other one, the Being stopped him by doing it himself.

"I have this one, young one, go on ahead up the stairs, I will follow you." The boy nodded and sent a small smile up towards the tall man. The Being smiled down at him and gently urged him on with his fist.

With a quick little hop the boy began to jauntily mosey on up the stairs. About twenty steps, and a landing, later they were on the second floor. Shinji peered around the corner and saw that the room to his right was the apparent upstairs bathroom. He swiveled his gaze over to the other side of the small space and saw that the door for the bedroom was open. He quickly waddled in with his suitcase and silently took in his new residence.

The room was small, roughly 8'x10', eighty square feet. The western and eastern facing walls were blank, nothing but wooden slats that were meant to cover wood beams. The northern wall had a wide, but short window placed at head height. For Shinji it was just out of reach, but he didn't think of that. The left wall had a long, but squat, vanity type dresser sitting agisnt it. The mirror back was covered in a fine film of calcium, but was still clear enough to see a reflection in. The south wall had two separate pieces of furniture laid against it, one a simple wood desk with writing lamp and the other a standing wardrobe that looked built for a midget.

The north eastern corner of the room was the only place that Shinji really cared about though. Seeing as it also was where the rooms single bed was placed, it was not a surprise.

"This… Is small," the Being muttered.

"Sle~epy," Was all Shinji could say before he dropped the suitcase next to the vanity and stumbled over to the bed. The little boy could not even be bothered to remove his clothes before he slumped down into the mattress, dead to the world.

"That … That is adorable…," the Being remarked suddenly. He did not know why he said it, but knew that it was true, and right. He did not think any more on it as he too felt slumbers call. He slumped against the only free space on the opposite wall and slowly slid down it. With a heavy sigh, he slipped into dreamland.