I do not own Evangelion, if I did I would never have allowed the Television series finale to exist. Also I would be rich,and using my wealth and fame to inflict my own satirical humor and dark tragedies on an unsuspecting world! I do not own Inuyasha either.

Serpent, Soarer & Guardian

Prologue

Angels Fall

One night, in a land, in a time before disaster might strike the human world and carved its fate in stone, a star fell from the sky. Its descent did not go unobserved as Kami, Oni, and Human alike saw its brilliance and for just a moment were gripped by a sensation of melancholy as lost memories came back to them. Among those who observed was a demon that had long sought to cast aside his heart, and he turned from it when even he felt the stirring of something alike to sorrow. Locked away from the sky his daughters did not see it, a final commonality as their destiny's prepared to diverge forever.

Further afield a band of humans and demons saw it as they sat around their fire. The significance was lost on them, though the monk and priestess sensed some significance to the event. A foretelling perhaps, in regard to their long quest drawing to its close at last. A light amongst the darkness rending the night, or the light falling and ultimately fading from sight; it could be seen as foretelling victory or defeat.

While these observers were interesting, their opinions did not affect the outcome on that night. A few noticed a piece break off from the main light as it descended, a shard of its almost divine glow fell far from the others to walk a road distant and twisted. As for the rest, for the falling star was not singular, but three masses intertwined, their descent continued unhindered, unknowing of what had occurred. Truthfully unaware of anything just yet.

As gravity carried the errant star towards a final confrontation with the ground the twisted masses worked free. Thus the three split off from one another, a pulsing white light replaced by faint points of red, purple, and blue. Any aesthetic pleasing qualities of this display were spoiled, as the three objects struck the ground with a sound like that of a drum.

The impacts were some distance from each other, but not so far as that. When the dust settled it revealed craters rudely driven into the soil, faint light from the respective colors shined from the heart of the craters. While this was a fairly pretty sight, the sound of snapping bones, the popping of limbs, and the tearing and healing of skins was far less so and would hint at life inside the earthen scar.

So it was with a distinct lack of ceremony and pomp that from an ending sprang a new beginning, as the life within the crater came into the world of the living once more.

"Ouch," she thought. Not the most eloquent statement to make upon returning to the waking world, but an understandable one to those that understood.

"What happened?" Asuka wondered lying on her back debating whether or not to open her eyes. Her memory was blurry and her easily frustrated nerves began to kick in as she sifted for a solid memory in the fuzz of her mind.

After a long time that was actually a surprisingly short time, she finally grasped a solid sequence of events and abruptly wished she hadn't. Her breath caught and she would have frozen if she had not already been still.

She had died; Asuka Langley Sorhyuu had died. She had fought the MP Evas all alone and won, but they had still beaten her. A Lance had pierced her Eva's eye, at such a high sync rate her own eye had exploded out of her head. The agony and horror had been unbearable, to be so injured and violated in the very moment of victory. They had all risen up as she fell to her knees, broken and still with her weapons stuck in them they rose to stand over her as fates seemed to reverse. They had been horrible, even worse that Unit One had been that day it emerged from the Angel corpse covered in blood and howling like some nightmare. Their massive mouths and eyeless visage reminded her of something forgotten. The movie Pinocchio of all things, the massive maw of the whale as it rushed towards you preparing to eat you up.

And they had done just that. They had impaled her with their lances and ripped her Eva apart, devouring limbs and guts. Her sync was so high the damage carried over, and she felt things no one was meant to experience and live.

But she was alive.

She was alive.

But then what did that mean?

Did that make it a dream? The lake, mater, the white whales, fucking Moby Dicks, was all of it just a nightmare? Very tempting, oh my yes, but she had been haunted by nightmares long enough to tell the difference between unpleasant memories and bug fuck bad dreams.

"All right, I am not dead, but a bunch of evil whales, er never mind. Anyway," Asuka thought; her still groggy mind tried to dodge further recollection of her demise. With a considerable effort she raised her right arm. It was actually this action that made her realize that arm had been bisected, she wondered again about the reality of her memory. On that train of thought she touched her closed left eye, only to find the organ safely tucked into its socket.

Relief flooded her that she was not maimed. Though she realized her hand had felt off. Was she still in the plug suit? Or was she in a hospital wrapped up in something for recuperation? Whatever that was, it was not her bare hand on her face.

By now feeling was returning to her. She could feel her joints aching and a general tightness across her arms neck and torso, like all her muscles had been cramping just now.

"Wait a second . . ."

"My legs?!" Asuka croaked. She could feel her body, but below the waist was only a vague fuzzy feeling.

'Am I paralyzed, mein Gott, I'm paralyzed!' she shrieked in her mind. She could picture it; her legs either replaced with bandaged ugly stumps, or dangling uselessly, worthless scrawny hunks of meat and bone. She would rather be dead than be reduced to a wheelchair bound invalid. After all, for a chronically self-critical perfectionist being crippled was a nightmare, on par with disfigurement.

She finally forced her eyes open, and was quite surprised by what she saw. It wasn't the ceiling of NERV Medical, or any ceiling. It was the sky, a night sky; it reminded her a bit of the hill after the black out. This was not making sense; with her hearing coming back it sounded like the country and smelled like a smelter.

What the fuck was going on?

Recalling the urgency that drove her to open her eyes she dug her elbows into the ground, lifting herself up to inspect the damage.

Her eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as she looked down on herself. For only the second time in her short and tragic life the Pilot of Unit 2 was utterly at a loss for words. Faced with a reality that even 3rd Impact what nor prepared her for, she did the only sane thing, and fainted.

AN: I know, I know, another story. In all fairness though this story has been bugging me for nearly a year. For fans of of KLW do not bang your heads at this dvelopment. With this out of the way I am focusing my efforts on completing the first chapter of "Kindred: A Tale of Love & War", the rewrite of my longest running story that will hopeflully be a higher quality and more consistent tale than its predecesssor.

Also, I would not have such an arrogant braggart as a protagonist; and I would have stranded Kagome in the past for the duration of the series for more tragic effect and seperation. Though since I oppose character bashing Inuyasha fans do not have to worry about me slandering their favorite characters. But since it is me do not excpect sany character to get an easy ride.

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