Misato stared at the screen in front of her, her mind not quite accepting what she was seeing.
Zeruel was out there fighting. No, Ria was out there fighting.
'Ritsuko, what have you done?' It had to be Ritsuko of course, everyone else who had access to that part of the Vault was in this room.
The sight filled Misato with old terror. Images of Zeruel moments away from wiping her and the rest of the bridge staff flashed before her.
For a brief moment, she wanted to kill her, she want to order the Positron cannons to fire on Zeruel and get rid of the problem Ria Soryu had posed since Misato first learned the truth.
Then she turned towards Asuka, who was sitting at her post, looking at once confused and incredibly scared, scared for the safety of her daughter.
"Ria, why? What are you trying to prove?" she whispered.
Misato turned away. She was better than this. Zeruel wasn't the enemy now.
"Ibuki. Have the Positron Cannons trained on the 5th Angel. Have them ready to fire on my command," Misato ordered
"Yes, General," Maya replied with a nod.
With any luck, Ria's appearance threw off whatever plan Ramiel was trying to enact here. Maybe she'd even kill the bastard.
'I'll give the girl a medal if she pulls that off,' Misato thought.
/
Shinji was watching from a TV in one of the most secure parts of WILLE, proud yet horrified.
She shouldn't have to do this. This was his burden, not hers. Everything he and Asuka had done, every battle they'd fought so others would not have to... And now his daughter had to fight, and all he could do was watch. He should have been there to stop her from doing this. How did she even do this? Who gave her access to the Vault?
He couldn't deny her bravery though. In the face of all that had happened, the fact that not four hours ago WILLE security was trying to kill her simply for existing, and she was still willing to fight.
Shinji felt his real hand clenching hard.
He wished desperately he could do something, anything to help her right now instead of being just sitting here uselessly.
He had hated being a Pilot with every fiber of his being, but being able to do nothing in the face of an Angel attack, especially when his family was on the line, was somehow so much worse.
/
Everyone in the shelter was crowded around the few laptops people had brought in with them, all watching the battle above unfold.
Mari found herself towards the front, nearly crushed by all the bodies around her.
She had to bite her lip to prevent herself from screaming when Zeruel appeared.
Ria's original form was... awe-inspiring in a way. She could almost feel the power radiating from her.
Some of the crowd, most older survivors of the first conflict and a few Mari suspected were transplants from Koda's universe, reacted with terror, recoiling at the sight of Zeruel.
Most were just puzzled. An Angel had shot at another Angel. For almost everyone here that seemed an impossible situation.
More than anything, Mari was scared, scared for her girlfriend. She understood why Ria would fight, but that didn't mean she approved of it.
Mari pulled herself out of the crowd, shoving and pushing as she backed up, just to avoid being crushed.
Mari leaned against the wall, her breath was hard, her hands shaking.
"So, they're fighting..." Mari turned to see Mrs. Suzuhara standing near here, a serious expression on her face. Kodama, Kensuke, and his namesake were in the far corner, looking varying degrees of miserable.
"It would appear so," Mari kept her voice low, doing her best to avoid being heard.
"I wouldn't worry about her," Hikari said reassuringly. "She's a tough girl."
"I know, but this isn't any normal fight. They're still outnumbered and Ramiel's leveled two cities as it is," Mari replied nervously.
Hikari nodded. "True enough. But you can't do anything to help her now. No use worrying yourself to death over something you can't affect."
Mari sunk to the floor, she couldn't argue against her point. But she still felt miserable and helpless.
/
The Evangelions quickly seized the upper hand, forcing the Angels to backpedal, even wounding them a bit.
Ramiel and Zeruel hovered in the air above the battle, barely a few city blocks' distance apart from each other.
Ramiel turned, presenting one corner of itself towards Zeruel. The octahedron was utterly incapable of making any sort of expression but for anyone watching it was clear the two were staring at each other.
For a moment, the two remained motionless, neither attacking. Each waiting for the other to make their move.
Zeruel was the first to attack, the hollow eye holes of her mask briefly glowing before a massive blast struck Ramiel.
A cross shaped Pillar of Light appeared in the air near Ramiel, it's AT-Field flaring brightly.
The air was filled with the high pitched electrical humming of Ramiel's building attack.
At the last moment, Zeruel rose slightly in the air, as a massive wave of energy just barely missed her legs. Ramiel's attack utterly obliterated the tops of several skyscrapers that had unfortunately been in the path of it's attack.
Zeruel unleashed a barrage of attacks, multiple blasts striking Ramiel within moments. For a split second one couldn't see the Angel of Lighting, it's form hidden by the glow of several cross-explosions.
This time Ramiel had been struck, the very top of the figure was damaged. A jagged hole was punched into one side, the crystalline flesh surrounding it was blackened, thick smoke pouring from the wound.
/
A cheer went through the shelter along with a few shouts of "that was for Seoul!" or simply "Melbourne!".
The majority were unmistakably increasingly confused, though. Now it was crystal clear that two Angels were fighting. But still, for a brief moment, people were cheering for Ria.
Mari couldn't wait to tell her that.
/
"All cannons open fire!" Misato shouted.
For a moment she waited for what she was certain would be Ramiel's death blow, but nothing happened.
"Sorry, General the Cannons are having trouble accepting the authentication codes! Rebooting the systems now!" Maya explained.
"God help me. My best hope right now is an Angel," Misato muttered under her breath in frustration.
/
Zeruel's arms unfolded, reaching below it's stubby legs.
Before they could unleash their next attack, Armisael flew towards Zeruel, aiming for the Angel's core.
With disdain, Zeruel swatted the Sixteenth Angel away, sending them crashing into the street below.
Then a light appeared, the baleful orange light of another Angel appeared formed in the air above Ramiel.
The bright glow filled the skies above Kyoto, for a moment even drowning out the sun.
The figure that emerged was massive, dominating the sky, it's wings easily several times as long as an Evangelion was tall. Like Armisael it almost appeared as if it was made out of white light, but unlike the Sixteenth it was a jagged thing of sharp corners. Resembling a giant crystal bird.
Zeruel's attention immediately shifted to the newcomer, her rage towards Ramiel now entirely eclipsed by her overwhelming hatred for this particular Angel.
It was the Fifteenth of their kind. Arael, the Angel of Birds, the Light of God.
Zeruel fired upon the bird-like Angel immediately. Her target's AT-Field stretched like a rubber band for a moment, but it did not break.
Light radiated from Arael, washing over Zeruel.
Zeruel's next attack suddenly halted and she went still and limp, hanging silently in the air.
/
The cry of pure anguish that came out of Asuka would haunt Misato until the day she died.
'This wasn't a trap for us,' Misato realized with horror, 'this was a trap for Ria!'
How did she not see that? It seemed so clear now, the sheer number of Angels, the refusal to press the attack. How did she miss that?
'How could I have been that blind?'
And they had set a trap for another Angel, one of their own kind. It was clear the Angels could fight each other, sure, but there was a difference between fighting and setting a trap involving Arael. Arael, The one that had so broken Asuka, and now they were sending them against her daughter, against Ria.
'Ria…'
Misato was sickened, at the sight before her, and at herself. Ria had thrown herself into this fight, wounded Ramiel, and was now enduring a fate that had broken her mother. And until a moment ago the only thing Misato felt towards her was contempt.
"We need to kill it!" Asuka shouted, tears rolling down her face.
'Guilt later, action now,' Misato reminded herself.
"Focus all Turrets on Arael!" Misato called out "Launch the Positron Rifle!"
"Roger," Maya replied.
Misato turned her attention to her Pilots. "Unit-00, you will act as shooter. Grab the Positron Rifle. You will fire upon Arael on my signal. Unit-01 and Unit-02, move to defend Unit-00. Do not let the Angels get to her."
"What about Ramiel?" Pilot Soryu questioned. "He's damaged, we have a chance."
"Fuck Ramiel!" her older self shouted.
Misato's heart tore, she could see all the old pain hitting Asuka. She was at once a scared teenager again and a mother terrified for the safety of her child.
"Arael is the bigger danger right now," Misato firmly insisted.
Emotions aside, Arael was the biggest threat. Whatever it was doing now, Ria wasn't attacking. Shewas just frozen. If Arael did that to any of the Pilots they would be sitting ducks out there.
"Understood," Pilot Soryu replied.
A massive metal container launched up the streets. One side fell away, revealing a large and unwieldy looking rifle, various cables running along it's length.
"Moving to grab the Rifle now," Ayanami said.
Unit-02 and Unit-01 pulled back to Unit-00's side. With any luck they could end this before too much more damage was inflicted.
/
Shinji collapsed to his knees. Screaming in rage.
'Not this, not this not this, anything but this. Not again!'
He could see Asuka lying in the hospital again. Her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. He could see her her curled in a ball after the battle, hugging her knees tightly, the fireball of confidence and energy he'd fallen for utterly broken. He had been too broken himself then to do anything for her then. And now he was watching the same thing start again with Ria.
And he was just as powerless now as he was then…
/
Hikari watched the scene unfold on screen. None of the people watching understood what was happening to Zeruel right now, not even Mari. Mari looked concerned, but not as terrified as she would have been if she knew the truth.
Hikari kept her distance, making sure no one could hear her or was playing her any attention.
"So this was your plan, Ramiel?" she muttered in disgust. "You really are a sadistic bastard aren't you?"
/
"At least Okito stopped pretending when the truth came out."
Shut up.
"Well, I guess that explains why you were so quick to defend your father,"
I am not listening to this.
"She's one of them, she will betray you sooner or later."
Stop. It.
I can feel my body, distantly. The false Core surrounding me, growing through my skin. Faint echoes of the war outside lingering in my ear. Arael is prying at my mind, forcing me to withdraw in myself.
A concrete floor is beneath me, the heat of a spotlight hitting my back. None of this is real.
"Real enough for our purposes." It's was Dad's voice but not his words.
Arael stood before me, wearing his face. Though a younger version of it. Not the face he had now, or the face of the Pilot. But the face he had when I was young, before he left. When he was not even truly an adult yet.
"You have a lot of nerve coming here," I say, making my contempt clear.
"Relax. I just want to make a deal. With you." His false charm grates on me. I want to snap his neck.
"Why should I make a deal with anyone allied with Ramiel, especially you?" I snap.
"What do you mean, especially me?" He seemed genuinely confused.
That he's wearing my father's face only serves to make me more enraged.
My arms are shaking, my stomach is doing knots. "You violated my mother!"
He looks genuinely surprised, horrified even.
"Ohh...I didn't know." His voice was someone else's this time, perhaps his real one.
"You 'didn't know'," I sneer.
That didn't change anything. He still made her suffer, he still tortured her.
How many times have I woken up over the years because of her screaming in her sleep from the nightmares? The nightmares he caused.
I will kill him, as soon as I break free of this I'm going to rip him to shreds. There will be nothing but ashes left of him.
"I'll be honest with you Ria," he said, again using my father's voice, "Ramiel wants me to convince you to join us or break you. And I really don't want to do the latter. So hear me out?"
I laugh bitterly. Is he serious? Are they really still trying to recruit me?
"Why would I even consider joining you?" I asked, contempt dripping from my words.
"Because we could end this, here and now. Peacefully, without anyone being hurt. Not even the Pilots. We don't need to fight. Ramiel's plans have passed the point where he needs direct action against you. We're fighting because of Misato's actions." His pleas fell on uncaring ears.
"Look if you want to start an 'I hate Misato Katasurgi' club I'll be the first to join. But Ramiel's plan is madness and you're a fool for following him," I state.
"I admit I have my own doubts about his plans," Arael said with shocking honesty, "but what's the harm in letting him try? Why drag on this destructive conflict?"
I shake my head "So many reasons. Because it could backfire horribly, because if it succeeds he's going to aim for world conquest. Because he convinced the first real friend I had to be a giant idiot and try to ruin everything good in his life. Because the part of me that's still Zeruel finds it blasphemous to even consider. And that's just scratching the surface of the issue."
He looks at me, saddened and disappointed.
"I can tell you're not going to budge on this."
"What was your first clue, Captain Obvious?" I retort. "So I guess you're going to torture me now?"
"For how angry you were over what happened to your mother you seem shockingly unconcerned by that," he observes.
I'm going to enjoy killing you.
"Because I'm stronger than she was then. I had a far better childhood than she had. There's nothing you can use against me that will hurt me as much as hurt her," I retort.
At that, he smiled.
"Oh really?" he said mockingly. "Then why did I appear to you like this?"
It was only now I realized what he was wearing; pajamas. The same pajamas he wore the night…
Oh no.
The light shut off. For a moment there was nothing but darkness surrounding me.
Then with a snap the spotlight turned back on, this time above another figure.
It was...me. Only when I was younger, so much younger. She was a tiny thing, with long reddish brown hair, fluffy one piece pajamas, and a large butcher's knife with a false ivory handle held tightly in her hands. She looked determined and terrified.
It was at this point that I began to scream.
/
From within Unit-02, Asuka watched in horror as Zeruel plunged out of the sky, falling uncontrollably until she crashed into the street with a loud thunderclap, kicking up a wall of dust and debris. Arael's light was still focused on her.
'What the hell? What did it do to her?' Asuka wondered fearfully.
Then all of the Angels save for one half of Israfel and Ramiel turned away from the Evas and focused on Ria.
She was completely vulnerable, unable to defend herself. And now four Angels were barreling down on her.