Neon Genesis Evangelion 2nd Impact Novels & Stories

I looked at the pile of silver dust where Kael’s consciousness had finally burned out to buy me this one second of gravity. I didn't scream. I stood up. I looked at the Second Prime—the man who had turned my parents into data points and my son into a battery. My black arm didn't just itch; it ignited. If this arm belongs to you, I thought, my eyes turning to shards of lethal ice, then I’m the one who’s going to use it to finish your suicide. I lunged. I didn't move like a wolf. I moved like a structural failure. I slammed my necrotic, ash-weeping hand directly into the Second Prime’s translucent chest.

I tried to locate the origin of the sound and noticed a screen featuring a girl— small and delicate as one seems to be. Her age could be anywhere from 16 to 19. It's striking to say that she's fair in a flawed, accessible way. [Ah, sorry. This is … uhm, you could say that she is the A.I. interface of the system that governs the whole operation of Evangelion.] "The Developer is a man of culture, I suppose," I told myself as I noticed how he was simping on a 2D projection.

It had been a long time since they gathered like this. “Speak!” Tyr spatted lightly. Jim nodded and explained, “This organization calls themselves Second God. They come from the Second World. All of the members are the elites of the younger generation from the major organizations in the Second World. The people of the Second World have always regarded themselves as god-like existences, so these youngsters call themselves the second generation of gods.” “Hah!!!” Not just Tyr, but Clifford, White-eyed Ivory Dragon, and the others had trouble suppressing their laughter.

Eryndor’s voice hardens. “…Turning nothing into something.” Vireon exhales quietly. “And once it defines it…” Theodore finishes it. “…It owns it.” Exactly. There is no escape in stillness. No hiding in silence. Because even nothing can be understood. And once it’s understood It can be replicated. The Second Evolution The system shifts again. But this time It doesn’t try to copy me. It recreates the conditions around me. The same pressure. The same void. The same absence of defined structure.

) IMPACT! Praying Priest: (Catching Dantzler's fist as the energy from impact seems to "empty" and redistribute behind him. Destroying the altar the Priest was orginally praying at in a single blow, leaving a large indention in the wall.) "Monster! I, Oda Nobunaga reborn, shall cleanse you demon!!" (He grabs the sickle off of his waist and aims to cut off Dantzler's arm. Juno attempts to run forward only to be blasted backwards with a evil energy pulse that seems to stick to her body and slowly begins to engulf her, draining her of her life. She then loses consciousness.) "I had such high hopes for you my daughter...alas they have not come to fruition. So at this point my daughter, you will

Then the light went out. --- By dawn, we were moving again. The storm had cleared, leaving a sunless expanse of glassy snow that stretched forever. The air was unnaturally still. No wind, no sound—just the faint hum beneath the earth, as if the planet itself was breathing in sync with him. Kira led the way, scanning the horizon. “So, this old city—what’s left of it?” “Ruins of New Vega,” I said. “That’s where we built the second Genesis core before everything fell apart.”

I watched her close her eyes for a moment, breathing in the night air, and Koa pushed forward instantly at the sight of her standing there beneath the moonlight. Need crashed through me so suddenly I had to force myself to stay still. Out of the bond the Goddess herself had written for us long before either of us understood it. After a moment we gave her a nod, even though she couldn’t hear our thoughts yet. Hopefully she’d understand what we are trying to tell her. It’s time to return to our human form so we can complete the bond between us. She looked at us in confusion for a second, but then nodded back in understanding.

"If my mentor wants to birth a god, she’s going to need a doctor to witness the labour." ​As the mountain prepared for its most dangerous jump yet, I looked back at the binary stars of Suture Zero. They were no longer a tomb. They were a beacon for every broken thing in the galaxy. We had moved beyond the audit and the revision. We were now in the era of the Second Genesis, and the first cry of the new world was going to be ours.

No light but starlight. My aura dimmed. My bones screamed. But I didn’t stop. Not until I had nothing left to give. When sunlight finally spilled through the stained glass, Selena’s aura was steady—but faint. I collapsed beside her. Killian didn’t speak. Didn’t look at me. His eyes stayed fixed on Selena, like nothing else mattered.