Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Longinus ❯ Act 0 - Ragnarok ( Prologue )

In old Norse mythology, the day of the Ragnarok was said to fall upon the world. Led by Loki, the God of the Underworld, this day is known as Gotterdammerung. It means "Doom of the Gods". The world will tremble with earthquakes and the wolf Fenrir will rise from his imprisonment, breaking his chains. The giants will war against the Gods and they will fall. Loki will fall to his mortal enemy Heimdall, who will also fall to the traitorous Loki's spear.

After the fall of Loki, the entire world began anew. The world began with a clean slate after millions of years of repair to itself. This is the beginning of mankind. However, the legends are not forgotten, still whispered and narrated from generation to generation. However, the legends faded away and became warped, distorted and nothing like the glorious tales they were.

Loki was angry. Furious. He wanted revenge.

And thus begins the tale of the Longinus.

In the world, everything was strife. As far as the eye could see, there was only destruction and battle. Long ago their world had been plunged into strife; families fought others, fought with each other. Morality had disappeared, there was only one conscious thought left. Destroy.

The battle cries echoed throughout their barren lands, the clashes of metal and malice reverberating from Vigrid. People screamed as the fires scorched over the grass and trees, nothing was sacred. Only the thirst for killing and destruction drove them, the Gods and the Giants.

Plunged in darkness, they could do nothing but watch as they fought and killed, knowing nothing but the savage, barbaric ways of the old. To them nothing else mattered, not even they, their subjects. All was discarded as the Gods and the Giants waged war upon each other, so hell bent on killing and destroying. With the sun and the moon gone and dead, they were all immersed in the darkness, left with nothing but the dubious duty of waiting for their death to come.

On the last battlefield in Vigrid, a ferocious skirmish raged and howled. Rage and fury fueled the Giants and the Gods, both unwilling to give quarter. To them, there was nothing left but to destroy. The Giants were too dangerous to walk the lands alongside the mortals, but what about the Gods? What right did the Gods have to banish them? Loki had promised vengeance for the Giants for being imprisoned and enslaved like they had been. This was their revenge.

Ragnarok.

He screamed a battle cry, thrusting his great spear forward. Heimdall was his enemy, he would make sure that Heimdall would not live. His brother Surts surged forward, aiming for a quick kill of the swordless Freya. Jormungand screamed in fury as he writhed and hissed, the dangerous venom killing anyone who dared come close.

Fenrir's great jaws snapped at his enemies, rising from his long imprisonment. The manacles that had once bound the large wolf were shattered, leaving him free to do as he please. Rage and long-contained thirst for revenge burned in the great animal's eyes, aimed at the Father, Odin.

"Loki, you traitorous bastard!" he screamed.

Loki cared not of Heimdall's less-than-enthusiastic opinions of him. His eyes narrowed as he charged ahead, holding his spear in an iron grip. Heimdall came at him with his dangerous lance, the weapon that had slain thousands. The two weapons met with a shriek, sparks of blue and black erupting as the magic spewed forth from their essence. They spun out and attacked once more, more blue and black criss-crossing across the air between them.

Out in the field, Fenrir circled and lunged at Odin, the same man who had announced his imprisonment. How he had waited for this moment! His father Loki had promised him the death of Odin and his father was true to his word. Unlike this miserable fool who called himself a God.

"You're trapped Odin! There's nothing else for you to do but DIE!!!!" Fenrir screamed.

Time slowed down as Fenrir and Loki lunged at their opponents. The great powerful jaws of the dark wolf Fenrir; gaping and gleaming with rows of diamond-edged teeth tore into the flesh of the Father God Odin. Loki's long, flame-red, double-pronged spear impaled itself into Heimdall's torso, a choked cry ripping itself from the dying God. However, it was not only Heimdall that was injured. The blue lance embedded itself in Loki's chest, but did not bring down the Giant. But he knew...he knew that Loki would die with him. But how... how had he gotten that final victory?!

Heimdall could only gasp feebly, "How?"

Loki looked down at his dying enemy and smiled darkly. "It is just as I said, Heimdall. Longinus kills whom it wants at my will, and none other."

"...damn you...Loki..."

Just as it was written, the day of Ragnarok came and went. Loki fell to Heimdall's desperate attack, just as Heimdall fell to Loki's Longinus, driven by the Giant's will. Odin fell to Fenrir's wrath, who fell to Odin's son Vidar. Jormungand is destroyed by Thor, the God of Thunder, but Thor in return is slowly killed by Jormungand's deadly poison. The world was destroyed and it did not rise again for some time.

However, these great beings did not die. Their physical projections were destroyed, returning to the void. However, Loki did not return to the nothingness like the others. He was cursed to be reborn again and again, be a servant of Destiny and then be destroyed, either by himself or by an outside source. Loki would never experience happiness or joy ever again.

This was called the Curse of Longinus.

It bore no relation to the Giant Loki himself; for it was the Spear of Longinus that gave Loki the power to destroy. Longinus had used Loki as a puppet, manipulating him until his usefulness became void. Loki was left with nothing but pain and suffering, becoming a lackey of Fate.

Millenia passed, the world recuperated. Until one day, the first beings awoke to a brand new world. Trees, plants, grass, animals...everything had finally returned. Evolution progressed and the first human beings walked the Earth, the descendants of Lif and Lifthrasir.

These details were lost as time progressed...Lif and Lifthrasir were forever erased from the records of History and they became new beings. The beings of a pure, omniscient God.

Adam.

But Loki still remained. Fate had deigned him as the one who would start the motions to the last scenario. He was reincarnated as Lillith and became the first wife of Adam. However, nothing was as it should be. Lillith, bearing Loki's spirit and soul, refused to subject to Adam and then fled from Eden. Then Eve was created and became the wife to Adam. Both Eve and Lillith bore the two sons of Adam, Cain and Abel.

Thus begins the records of the Old Testament.

Time passed...and Loki continued his endless cycle of birth and death, feeling no joy. The last reincarnation in which he found the meaning of his life was his incarnation as Jesus, the High Messenger of God. The crucification on the cross, and then he felt it. That vile, pervading presence.

Longinus.

Loki did not rise again for some time.

Then, in the year 2000, Loki rose once more, this time for the last time to implement Fate's final scenario.

Loki was born to the world on June 6th, 2000 as Ikari Shinji.

End Act 0

Author's Notes:
A result of boredom, writer's block, a completely unrelated song and watching the first 2 episodes of Shin Seiki Evangelion, this fanfic was born. I tossed in some Norse mythology and my own, insane ideas to write this. So don't hurt me, or sue me, because I'm only 16 and I don't have any money. I'm broke!

Comments are welcome, criticisms I'll take. I don't care if you don't like the fic, it's obvious that you took the time to read it if you're reading this. Thanks. :) Whatever you have to say, say it. I don't mind. I'll even reply if you want me to. Constructive criticism is desperately needed. I'll love you if you do!!! ^^

On to Act I...

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