In
the hours it felt, it felt like days or weeks or years or aeons for
them to arrive. Cahethal spoke softly to her. She spoke reassurance
and spoke gentle reminder, a voice carrying with it the weight of
memory that transcended epochs. Lilly, small as she was, immature as
she was, listened.
Of
the ongoing struggle. Of their creation. Of the misconception that
Lilly was-that Leliel was- like the other Angels NERV has fought.
We
are Seraphim
Cahethal
explained,
We
are the control [concepts] that [Father] placed upon arrival to
Earth.
We
number five.
There
is Michael, Prince of the Angels
Kemuel,
the wholeness of us
Seraphiel,
who is of all of us
Myself,
who is the tree from which the Fruit of Life springs,
and
you,
The
gate between worlds.
But
the war, Lilly asks, why does there have to be a war? She lives fine
with the children of the Black Egg. So does Israfel. So does the
last, glorious piece of Sandalphon and the successor of Ramiel. Why
does there have to be a war?
Because
you were given life. And all life, no matter how great nor small, is
given the chance to self determinate.
Another
voice. From everywhere, nowhere.
I
am pleased. I see within you a spark which refuses to die or
flicker. Bridge-type was not designed to reproduce, but you have
successfully done so.
A
light, which illuminates the void.
Let
me take a look at you. Ah. Re designation. Instead of acting as an
intercontinuum bridgeform, you have become an interdistance
bridgeform. Hm. Possibly able to time travel if you can form a
tunnel between two distant enough points, I guess.
A
pause in the voice. A sigh, distant, and the light begins to
retract, and spin around, forming into a single point of light the
size of Lilly herself...and then itself collapsing, forming into a
shape standing in the ether of the Void. The form is of a young man,
sixteen years old, with black hair and blue eyes, dressed in a white
buttoned shirt and black pants, effortlessly floating upon white
sneakers.
"Sorry,"
he says, "I got a little carried away. But, I saw this shapeform
was important, so I took its form. What is it, by the way?"
A
Lilim. A child of the Black Egg.
The
young man, a mirror of Shinji, sighs.
"F___ing
dandy. I have met your...parent, for lacking terminology, so I may
as well introduce myself, Lilly. I am, for lack of the better terms,
the person in charge. The designation you would have in your
memories would be [ANCESTOR."
8D!
"Yes.
It's good to meet you, too."
_
_
Chapter
96: Dreams
Made Flesh
-
-
In
the Overmind, the Angelic
groupmind, the
mass that is the Queen
of the Camiel Swarm awakens. Openings its
mass of eyes,
the grotesque
insect rises,
flapping cellulose
wings as it roars. Shinji takes
the natural
response-
he runs, grabbing Zyuu's wrist and taking off
in a sprint
towards somewhere.
Given, he's currently inside another
plane
of existence. Exactly where he can head
to, he's not entirely sure.
The
mountain covered in lightning looks like a good choice.
"Run!"
Shinji yells, as the massive bee begins charging after them. The
whispers of dying Cherubim around them fill the air, urging Camael
on, to kill the Enemy, to destroy him.
Zyuu,
for all her normal...Zyuuness...silently agrees with Shinji.
This
is an alien world for her. She should not be here.
"Lilith!"
Shinji yells, "Now would be a good time! Get us out of here!"
Grabbing
Shinji by the collar, Zyuu lifts him up, holding him like a bridge
over the threshold and sprinting. The bee continues buzzing, Zyuu
running past the shattered mountain of the grinning face, past fallen
eidoleons, at the end of the black glass desert. In the distance, a
great black mountain looms, bare but rumbling like a sleeping
volcano.
The
ground rumbles. The ground shifts as Camael slams its claws into it,
tossing them both off their feet. The scramble back as it opens its
mandibles, a tunnel lined in teeth revealed for their fate...
And
then a black tendril slams into the face of the Cherubim, popping
eyes like pustules, the Cherubim screaming as it collapses, wings
twitching as LCL pools around it. The ground around Shinji and Zyuu
rises, wrapped in black like a cup, rising through the air, past the
shifting black mass, past the bone lined red core, and finally coming
face to face with the metal deaths head grimace. Deep within it, the
eyes glow like twin crimson suns.
And
the black mountain speaks in thunder.
"Ikari."
Shinji
slowly rises, standing between his sister and the Arm of God.
"You
have become an annoyance."
the hours it felt, it felt like days or weeks or years or aeons for
them to arrive. Cahethal spoke softly to her. She spoke reassurance
and spoke gentle reminder, a voice carrying with it the weight of
memory that transcended epochs. Lilly, small as she was, immature as
she was, listened.
Of
the ongoing struggle. Of their creation. Of the misconception that
Lilly was-that Leliel was- like the other Angels NERV has fought.
We
are Seraphim
Cahethal
explained,
We
are the control [concepts] that [Father] placed upon arrival to
Earth.
We
number five.
There
is Michael, Prince of the Angels
Kemuel,
the wholeness of us
Seraphiel,
who is of all of us
Myself,
who is the tree from which the Fruit of Life springs,
and
you,
The
gate between worlds.
But
the war, Lilly asks, why does there have to be a war? She lives fine
with the children of the Black Egg. So does Israfel. So does the
last, glorious piece of Sandalphon and the successor of Ramiel. Why
does there have to be a war?
Because
you were given life. And all life, no matter how great nor small, is
given the chance to self determinate.
Another
voice. From everywhere, nowhere.
I
am pleased. I see within you a spark which refuses to die or
flicker. Bridge-type was not designed to reproduce, but you have
successfully done so.
A
light, which illuminates the void.
Let
me take a look at you. Ah. Re designation. Instead of acting as an
intercontinuum bridgeform, you have become an interdistance
bridgeform. Hm. Possibly able to time travel if you can form a
tunnel between two distant enough points, I guess.
A
pause in the voice. A sigh, distant, and the light begins to
retract, and spin around, forming into a single point of light the
size of Lilly herself...and then itself collapsing, forming into a
shape standing in the ether of the Void. The form is of a young man,
sixteen years old, with black hair and blue eyes, dressed in a white
buttoned shirt and black pants, effortlessly floating upon white
sneakers.
"Sorry,"
he says, "I got a little carried away. But, I saw this shapeform
was important, so I took its form. What is it, by the way?"
A
Lilim. A child of the Black Egg.
The
young man, a mirror of Shinji, sighs.
"F___ing
dandy. I have met your...parent, for lacking terminology, so I may
as well introduce myself, Lilly. I am, for lack of the better terms,
the person in charge. The designation you would have in your
memories would be [ANCESTOR."
8D!
"Yes.
It's good to meet you, too."
_
_
Chapter
96: Dreams
Made Flesh
-
-
In
the Overmind, the Angelic
groupmind, the
mass that is the Queen
of the Camiel Swarm awakens. Openings its
mass of eyes,
the grotesque
insect rises,
flapping cellulose
wings as it roars. Shinji takes
the natural
response-
he runs, grabbing Zyuu's wrist and taking off
in a sprint
towards somewhere.
Given, he's currently inside another
plane
of existence. Exactly where he can head
to, he's not entirely sure.
The
mountain covered in lightning looks like a good choice.
"Run!"
Shinji yells, as the massive bee begins charging after them. The
whispers of dying Cherubim around them fill the air, urging Camael
on, to kill the Enemy, to destroy him.
Zyuu,
for all her normal...Zyuuness...silently agrees with Shinji.
This
is an alien world for her. She should not be here.
"Lilith!"
Shinji yells, "Now would be a good time! Get us out of here!"
Grabbing
Shinji by the collar, Zyuu lifts him up, holding him like a bridge
over the threshold and sprinting. The bee continues buzzing, Zyuu
running past the shattered mountain of the grinning face, past fallen
eidoleons, at the end of the black glass desert. In the distance, a
great black mountain looms, bare but rumbling like a sleeping
volcano.
The
ground rumbles. The ground shifts as Camael slams its claws into it,
tossing them both off their feet. The scramble back as it opens its
mandibles, a tunnel lined in teeth revealed for their fate...
And
then a black tendril slams into the face of the Cherubim, popping
eyes like pustules, the Cherubim screaming as it collapses, wings
twitching as LCL pools around it. The ground around Shinji and Zyuu
rises, wrapped in black like a cup, rising through the air, past the
shifting black mass, past the bone lined red core, and finally coming
face to face with the metal deaths head grimace. Deep within it, the
eyes glow like twin crimson suns.
And
the black mountain speaks in thunder.
"Ikari."
Shinji
slowly rises, standing between his sister and the Arm of God.
"You
have become an annoyance."