Re:Evangelion

Chapter 1: Awake

It is quiet, but not completely silent. The sound of running liquid soothingly echoes across the hard, rough and rocky walls of the massive space. A cavern of epic proportions, so wide you'd almost think it stretches to the horizon because of the red and white mist that hovers just above the ground. Walls towering, reaching for an unseen sky, some smooth like panes of glass, most rough and unworked like most normal cave walls. The roof stretches high giving ample room, enough to maybe even fit a castle's towers. It is very dark, not much light being offered from the few strange light sources scattered unevenly across the massive room, glowing an eerie red hue, having stayed lit for centuries only fueled by ambient mana in the air which has been enriched by something. The floor of the cavern is mostly covered by a red lake of pink and orange hues, its viscosity so similar to normal water yet still far from it. Strange structures and obelisks lay scattered all across the lake, some fallen, some standing, yet all give off the essence of trying to imitate something greater.

The greater Thing that yet stands straight with purpose in the middle of the cave, in the middle of the lake of red. A giant, imposing cross, painted a crimson red, slightly darker than thick blood yet still somehow seemingly shines pristinely in the low lighting. And upon that cross, rests a giant being exuding an aura of horror just as much as it demands reverence. A naked humanoid form lacking any major discerning gender attributes, its skin white as flour and doughy instead of fatty tissue and rigid muscles. The lower torso is missing, replaced by a bloated amalgamation of white flesh and small limbs and half bodies dangling. Its arms fastened to the cross by two nails piercing the flesh which instead has distorted in a way akin to shoving a plug through leather or fabric. The neck is long and upon it rests a bald head draped in loose skin and lacking ears. Its face is covered by a mask coloured a grape-like purple and depicting seven eyes over a triangle. Divided into two vertical rows, four on the left side, three on the right and lacking any discernible way for it to stay attached to the being's face. 

Strikingly, a red double forked spear pierces its chest, coloured an almost wine red and its form twisting like a screw. No blood flows from the front wounds upon the body but the spear pierces even through all the way to the backside of the cross where an eternal river of pink, almost orange liquid pools down into the lake below.

A crack resounds through the cavern, brutally tearing through the calm silence, deafeningly so if anything living capable of hearing was present. Then, as the echo quiets down the silence returns, the flowing river of blood leaking down into the lake undisturbed. The silence does not last long as another crack echoes once more, and then another. Red dust and rocks start to fall into the river of blood from high above creating small plopping sounds as the cracks quicken in succession. Larger pieces start to fall as the giant spear crumbles, the shaft finally breaking off and falling into the lake sending a red tsunami barreling towards the cave walls and rock beaches, even more parts breaking upon hitting the surface. Now only the fork remains, resolutely stuck piercing the body of the white giant but it does not long last before it suddenly crumbles to red dust in an instant. The two wounds with unnatural speed quickly seal up like how the water in a still lake swallows a stone after it's thrown in and the eternal bleeding from the being's back stops. Slowly, it begins to slide down the cross, the nailed hands only briefly holding its body up before the hands seemingly slide through the nails almost like putty. The tumor that is its under-torso bubble and writhe before a waist and legs regrow in a matter of seconds as the being now falls towards the lake's surface and with its impact the blood is sent spewing in water pillars massive enough to dwarf some of the mighties trees and some drops of  blood even reaching as high as the cave's roof. The being slowly sinks towards the lake's bottom as it awakes from a long slumber. Its body begins to wake, slowly and fluidly starting to move to try and reorient itself and swim back towards the surface. But then suddenly, a twitch of a pinky finger. The being looks perplexed at their hand with calm movements as if sinking in a river of their own blood is not a concern. Then another muscle spasms. This time a toe. Then a muscle in one of the legs twitches, and the being starts to panic. It steels its mind, trying to force and subjugate its body back in control.