Disclaimer: I do not own Neon Genesis Evangelion. I would be extremely proud of it if I did.

Summary: He watched their agony from on high.

A/N: Review, enjoy. Eat some peanut butter. It is addicting. (I would know.)

In Darkness

By: Ixion of Moonlight

Sunlight filtered through the world; it’s beams soft and beckoning. It pushed past the veil of sorrow that blanketed the souls of so many. It’s beauty was breathtaking to behold and yet it was also blinding. It was beautiful in it’s destruction. Nothing good would come to those who sought the answers from the sky, and yet is that not the instinct of humans? To look for compassion in another form? Perhaps. Or maybe not.

Crimson eyes were alight with the fire of a divine being. For that is what he is, or possibly what he was. Tabris, the one to overlook the suffering of the Lilim. But to himself he preferred a much simpler title, Kaworu Nagisa. He was an unknown entity and that was for the best; the world of the living did not need the knowledge of supreme power or of a hidden being that was unlike what imagined. He was not a divine creature that was capable of mercy; he was corrupted as was everything in existence.

He was merely the observer of the Lilim’s agony; he could do nothing to alter the fates of the wretched humans. When they couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed the gun and crushed it to their temple he could do nothing. He could not stop them from pulling the trigger, could not stop the splattering of their blood. Tainted crimson bleeding from fading life. The end of existence… and what exactly is existence? A false sense of security that life holds meaning. Yes, perhaps that is what it is.

Delicate fingers brushed through silver locks, shielding his eyes from the burning light. The wind blew violently, whipping his clothes about his lean form. He watched with a certain air of detachment as pieces of debris swirled through the air. Jagged rocks jutted toward the heavens, the remains of human destruction. It was consuming and he was bound to secrecy; he was no savior. His eyes held a deep sadness as he glanced at the crimson that stained every crevice. It was a dim remnant of what it once was; the sun had burned away its tainted existence until all that remained was a faint silhouette.

He turned slowly at the sensation of life somewhere close by. Radiating warmth encompassed his senses; he took slight comfort from the feeling. And there she was. Rei Ayanami. The one whose soul called to him. She was strikingly beautiful to his eyes. Her blue strands looked soft; he had the urge to caress them, her eyes were the same as his but hers seemed devoid of emotion.

“Will you not join me?,” Kaworu gestured at the ledge he stood upon.

“I am not of your kind; the sun’s rays are too beautiful for me to look upon,” she stared at him, unfeeling. He gave her a slight smile; it barely touched his lips but she witnessed it nonetheless. He leaped from where he once stood and landed with inhuman grace in front of her.

“You are too beautiful for me to look upon but I will do so despite that fact.” Silence spread around them until Rei chose to break it.

“Do you think it wise to end their suffering?”

“That is what they wish for. Do you care so much for the creations of God?”

“No, what happens to them is none of my concern.”

“Do you care what happens to me?,” Kaworu saw the slight echo of emotion within her eyes.

“Yes.” She reached delicate fingers to caress his face. He leaned into the warmth of her touch. Rei could not fathom where the need for physical contact had arisen from but she chose to follow the yearning of her heart.

“You will follow me into the depths of despair?,” he grasped her hand, lacing his fingers with hers.

“Just as the human cannot help that he bleeds, I cannot deny my emotions,” there was the briefest flicker of feeling in her tone, enough to know that she spoke the truth. A heated touch of lips and then nothing.

When darkness seeps into your soul, who will grasp your hand and lead you into the light? When the light blinds you, who will be your shade? And when passion tears at your heart, who will provide solid comfort? No one.