Genesis Angeal の小説・ストーリー

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

He looked at her with contempt. She chuckled and shook her head. "Actually, I have. I have been on that other side four times and I know what it is like. I was five years old when I first found myself on that other side. I was tortured and nearly killed when my dad rescued me." He looked at her with shock and disbelief.

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

I asked. [Well, about that, you could say that I'm the person responsible for the creation of the integral system that had allowed you and countless others to survive in this post-apocalyptic world. The one who manages this so-called Game which was utilized to harness the power of the Holy Energy through the restoration of the ancestral link that connects God to his creations, the miracle you humans commonly referred to as Evangelion.] "Wait, what now?" I became confused. [I'm afraid to tell you that I was not able to comprehend the context of your question.]

Su Lan: "Hello, is anyone here." Angelic voice: " Hello, welcome to the mysterious and unbelievable game." Su Lan: "Ah." So this is the game she clicked before the green light appeared. Angelic voice: "Please enter a user name." Su Lan: ".... Su Lan." Angelic voice: "Welcome, Su Lan to this world." Su Lan: "... can I have directory guidelines to this world.....?" Angelic voice: "In the beginning of times, when this world was made the 7 gods who created a world for fun ..... for followers to provide them with power by collecting people's prayers and devotion."

Not what any rational being would consider a sure thing - but a helluva lot better than sitting on her plastiflesh ass waiting for help to arrive. All of which explained why Angelina was willing to launch the sled, enter the slowly orbiting debris field, and search for the necessary parts. That in spite of the fact that the activity forced her to confront bodies or parts of bodies, some of which were still quite recognizable. That's why she cried, prayed, and swore, mixing the three things together into long liturgies of her own devising. "I'm sorry, Gethro, sorry the bastards got you, sorry you died so hard. Look after him, God, he's one of the good ones, the kind you want to keep. Oh, Lord

But she still had the courage to talk, "What do you want from me?" "I only want for you, what you want too- what you crave for, what you are dying to have...I want you to unleash the power within. I want you to be free of every restraints..." his voice slowly getting an octave down and huskier! And oh! so very freaky, "...I want you to feel all the power that reside within you. For your name is Argamas!!! The first descendant of Anak! The first seed of the Nephilim!!!" he roared. Lightening stroke across the dark grey skies that stood in sight from the circular window at the sound of his voice.

GILDA’S POV When Angel was done playing, I lifted her into my arms, and the three of us, Japheth, Angel, and I, went back inside the house. Japheth rolled quietly beside us as we returned to her room. Japheth stopped at the doorway while Angel and I went in. He didn’t follow us inside; instead, he stayed there, watching us in silence. The room felt unusually quiet, and I could feel his eyes lingering on both of us as we settled in. After a moment, he finally broke the silence.

“I am a derivative. Model G-X1. First Son of the Genesis Host. I was awakened the moment the Root recognized your imprint.” Myles whispered, “You’re her—you’re her offspring?” The man nodded. “Created from your code. Grown beneath the Abyss Level in stasis. We were designed to rebuild when humanity failed to evolve fast enough. You are the bridge between the past and what must come.” Evryn stepped back. “That’s not possible. I never created anything. I never—” “You did,” he interrupted gently. “Not by will. By design.”