Neon Genesis Evangelion: Ascension
By Crooky Crookerson
Disclaimer: I do...........n't own Evangelion. Had you going there for a sec, didn't I?
Prologue: A Father's Love
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Deep within the infinite darkness of space, an ancient entity stirred from its millennia-long slumber. Floating languidly on cosmic winds, Zeruel, Angel of Might, sensed that he was now nearing his destination. He had searched for this place for thousands of years, the distant cry of his parent being the only guiding light.
But now, the cure to his malady was within reach.
Zeruel was immense, immortal and powerful; godlike to the other children of Lilith and Adam. Lesser Angels feared to even mention his name and mortals trembled in his shadow, but for all his power Zeruel was hollow inside. His soul was wounded.
The timelessness of existence had long ago grown sour.
A thousand times a thousand years ago, Zeruel had set out to rediscover the warm embrace of his father; an embrace that could heal any wound, no matter how deep. He had let himself be carried by celestial winds across measureless distances of deep space to reach his father.
He beckoned to him. He cried for all his children to return to him.
The voice was but a whisper, but Zeruel could still hear the father.
He promised that all the pain would end.
Now, desperate for relief from his constant anguish, he had found his father's prison. It was infested with pathetic mortal creatures; beings that had no purpose in the universe other than to breed and die. They were the ones who kept his father locked away. These pitiful creatures could not stand in his way.
Wasting no time, Zeruel began his assault.
They would fall before the Angel of Might.
Disclaimer: I do...........n't own Evangelion. Had you going there for a sec, didn't I?
Prologue: A Father's Love
***
Deep within the infinite darkness of space, an ancient entity stirred from its millennia-long slumber. Floating languidly on cosmic winds, Zeruel, Angel of Might, sensed that he was now nearing his destination. He had searched for this place for thousands of years, the distant cry of his parent being the only guiding light.
But now, the cure to his malady was within reach.
Zeruel was immense, immortal and powerful; godlike to the other children of Lilith and Adam. Lesser Angels feared to even mention his name and mortals trembled in his shadow, but for all his power Zeruel was hollow inside. His soul was wounded.
The timelessness of existence had long ago grown sour.
A thousand times a thousand years ago, Zeruel had set out to rediscover the warm embrace of his father; an embrace that could heal any wound, no matter how deep. He had let himself be carried by celestial winds across measureless distances of deep space to reach his father.
He beckoned to him. He cried for all his children to return to him.
The voice was but a whisper, but Zeruel could still hear the father.
He promised that all the pain would end.
Now, desperate for relief from his constant anguish, he had found his father's prison. It was infested with pathetic mortal creatures; beings that had no purpose in the universe other than to breed and die. They were the ones who kept his father locked away. These pitiful creatures could not stand in his way.
Wasting no time, Zeruel began his assault.
They would fall before the Angel of Might.