Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution or any character of the X-Men universe, Marvel does. I am merely a simple college student, which means that I am quite poor and have no job. Therefore, suing would get you nothing so please don't bother.

Author's Notes: In this story I shall (try to) introduce a comic character to the evo-verse with my own little spin. Recently in the comics Nightcrawler's biological father was finally revealed to be a long-lived Mutant known as Azazel. His one burning ambition is to rule the world and to do that he wanders about the world making babies with willing women. With the help of his offspring and a small army that is trapped in another dimension he tries to put his plan into action but the X-Men stop him. I've only read the last issue of that particular story arc so I'm not exactly sure of the events but that is my best educated guess. I don't like this mean evil Azazel so I'm going to make him better…

Prologue

It was dark. It was cold. It was quiet. There was nothing. A sea of black nothingness. There was no sky. There was no ground. There was no sun. There was no moon. Nothing was solid. Nothing was certain. Nothing was there. Nothing at all.

Chaos…

That was what this place was. It was pure chaos. Not fire, not swirling color, not roaring shapeless sound. Chaos is not anything, it is nothing. Nothing concrete can exist in it. Nothing rational can survive. Nothing at all can survive.

Fear…

That was what he felt. Nothing was familiar to him. Nothing was known. Nothing was safe. He was in the dark abyss of chaos where he knew that he didn't belong. He was of the realm of reason, the world of order. If he stayed here too long he would cease to be. Already he had forgotten many things.

Confusion…

Who was he? What was he? Where did he come from? How did he get here? How could he get out? Would he die? Was he dead?

Pine trees…

Suddenly he saw pine trees. Saw their green needles, some short, some long. Most were roughly cone shaped masses of green with a few more spherical in form. The ground was coated with yellowed fallen needles and dried out pine cones. Parts of the exposed trunks were coated with sticky sap. He could almost smell the strong scent.

Rain…

The scene shifted in the blink of an eye to a drab, unremarkable town. The light was poor and made worse by the torrential rain that soaked and distorted everything. There was no one outdoors due to the awful weather. The buildings were all old, throw backs to the middle ages. The streets were all brick and cobblestone and they twisted and turned with little reason as to why. This town was definitely old.

Fire…

A campfire. There were other people sitting around him, but their faces were blurry. From the clothes and vague outlines he guessed that most of them were male. They was some sort of conversation going on, but it was garbled and distant to his ears. The whole scene was blurry though he could see no reason for that to be. The only thing that he could see clearly was the fire.

Screams…

This scene was the blurriest yet. It wasn't clear where he was. It wasn't clear what time it was. There were a smattering of colored shapes that might be people, but he couldn't be sure. The only thing that was clear were the screams. He heard women screaming and men screaming. Why were they screaming?

Death…

Why did that word suddenly come to him? The images that he saw now were simply blobs of shifting color. Was that what it looked like when you died? There was some sound, but it was so distorted that there was no way to be certain if they were words or explosions. Was that what it sounded like when you died? Why was he seeing these things?

Who was he?

What was he?

Was he dead?

Death…?