Disclaimer: I don't own Kamen Rider Kiva or any part of the Kamen Rider franchise. Kamen Rider Dusk, however, is my own creation.


Kamen Rider Dusk
Episode 1: Shadows and Fangs

As Korou Wakahisa was walking home from his job at the local bakery, he couldn't help but feel as though he were in danger. It wasn't as though this feeling was random; he'd felt as though something was watching him, ready to attack at any moment, for what was going on several months now. It made no sense, though: Moshikura was a relatively peaceful small town in the countryside. There had been no murders in recent memory, at least none that he could think of, and everyone here had accepted him as part of the community quite well, ever since he'd shown up on the Wakahisa family's doorstep sixteen years ago. He was well aware that he wasn't the elderly couple's son, as even from a young age they had been too old to have given birth to him, but they had treated him like a son and had made no secret about his strange abandonment. It was strange in the fact that there wasn't a single person in the entire town who had seen someone who might have been expecting around the time he'd been orphaned, meaning that the identity of his parents remained a mystery. Not that he cared though: the Wakahisa family was his family. He tried to keep this in his mind as a form of positive block against the odd feeling of danger he was feeling, but it still kept bothering him.

It was when he could see his house in the distance when the feeling finally became too much. Whirling around, he scanned the area around him, trying to see if anyone had been following him. "Is anyone there?" he asked, not a hint of fear in his voice. If he was going to be attacked, he wasn't going to be afraid. "If you've been following me, I suggest you stop. Now, before things get out of control." He calmly looked out across the open fields to his right and into the deep woods on his left. Nothing, like I thought. Maybe I'm just getting easily worried by things. Letting out a breath, he turned around when a sudden flash of silver caught his attention. Not pausing for a beat, he ran towards the spot in the woods where he had seen it. "Who are you?" he shouted as he came to the edge of the forest.

"Chase me and find out, dumbass!" a voice replied.

With a slight snarl of anger, Korou dove into the forest after the voice. "You do not call me that!" he muttered under his breath as he ran after the stalker. He wasn't quite sure what he would do with them once he caught them, but he knew that he had to catch them. If this was the person who'd been causing his unease for the past few months, it was time for it to end.


After what seemed like an hour of running through the forest, catching the odd glimpse of silver and black and hearing more than enough insults to last him a lifetime, Korou was fed up. Whoever this person was, he was going to murder them. Brutally, if he could. Somehow, this person had managed to set up multiple booby traps, including tree branches that would swing back and hit him in the face, a pit that he had just managed to jump away from as the ground beneath him had given way, and a tripwire that had made him trip and fall into… dirt. "You're not just a dumbass: you're a hopeless dumbass!" the voice called out to him as he knelt by a small stream in order to wash the 'dirt' off of his face. "At this rate, you'll never catch me!"

I'm going to kill them. I'm going to kill them. I'm going to kill them… Wiping his face off with his shirt, which he swore to throw away later, he stood up and took a look around. The stream he was at was in the middle of a small clearing, and he was in the middle of it. The woods, which had never seemed to be very thick before, suddenly seemed as if they were a solid shroud, completely obscuring his harasser from his view. "I might be a dumbass, but at least I'm not a coward!" Korou shouted as a chant of 'dumbass' rang out through the woods.

"Dumbass, dumbass, dumb- Wait, who the hell are you calling a coward?!" The voice, which had been calm and somewhat playful beforehand, was now extremely angered at what it had just been called.

Korou smiled as he realized he'd just found a way to find his tormentor. That really got them angry. If they get mad, they'll get careless. And then they'll be easy to catch. Kneeling down, he picked up a small stone as he began scanning the woods. "Well, I'm just calling it how I see it. If someone hides instead of facing their problems head-on, then what are they but a total coward? I mean, someone who really had some courage would have come out and faced me by now if they'd had a problem with me. You? All you've done is let a few tricks and traps trip me up. Not much else that can be expected out of a coward, though."

"Stop calling me a coward, you dumbass!"

Korou let out a laugh at how angry the voice was sounding. Not too long now. They'll slip up, I'll catch them, hand them over to the police, and my problems will be over. Taking a page from the stalker's book, he began chanting the word that the person seemed to hate so much, clapping his hands along with it to add a bit of salt to the wound. "Coward, coward, coward…"

"Shut up!"

"Coward, coward…"

"I'm warning you!"

"Cow- WAGH!" As a black and silver blur shot out of the forest, Korou had to put up his hands as something began to attack him and, more specifically, his face, with sharp claws and teeth.

"Coward?! I'll show you what a coward is, you dumbass!" As the assault ceased, Korou heard what sounded like the flapping of wings as he put down his arms and what he saw in front of him shocked him. Hovering in front of him and staring him down with a pair of angry, pale yellow eyes, was a strange black and silver bat, though it was unlike any bat that the young Korou had ever seen. It didn't seem to even have a body, only consisting of a face with wings and legs. "So, am I still a coward? You looked like a chicken yourself when I…" The bat trailed off as it suddenly seemed to realize that it had revealed itself. Looking all around, its mouth suddenly fell wide open as it came to look at Korou, who just stared at it in curiosity. "…IWASNEVERHERE!" it shouted before suddenly starting to fly off. Before it could get far, Korou brought his arm back and threw the stone he'd picked up. Even though he wasn't very accurate when it came to throwing things, this time his throw rang true as the stone struck the retreating bat in the back, knocking it to the ground. "OW! What kind of cheap-"

It was stopped as Korou picked it up off the ground, holding it in a tight grip with both of his hands. "Who or what are you and why have you been following me?!" he shouted, shaking the odd creature. Was he confused by what was happening? Yes: after all, he was holding a talking bat. At the same time, however, there was the very likely chance that this was what had been causing him to worry so much, and if so, it was time he ended it.

"Excuse me?! Just what do you mean by 'what' am I? I'll have you know, that I am a proud member of the Kiv- wait, why do I owe you any explanation, dumb- AGH!" As the bat was shaken by an increasingly upset Korou, it quickly began to change its attitude. "My name is Duskiv and I'm a member of the Kivat race! I've been following you around for the past few weeks to make sure that you were still okay!" it quickly said. At its, or rather, his words, Korou paused in his shaking of the poor creature.

"What do you mean that you've been following me for the past few weeks? I've had the feeling that someone's been watching me for the past few months!" A dark look suddenly came into the young man's eyes. "If you're lying to me-"

"NONONONO! I swear, I'm not lying to you! On your father's life, I would never-"

"My father?"

"Eep! Erm… can you forget I said that? I mean, what did I say? I didn't say anything at al- Wait, what did you say?" Duskiv suddenly seemed to take on a much more serious demeanor. "Months? But… I only just got back into town three weeks ago." Suddenly, his eyes widened in terror. "No… They can't be here, not yet!"

A sudden scream prevented Korou from asking Duskiv anymore questions. He recognized the sound of it and it sent chills down his spine. "Mother!" he screamed before releasing the surprised Kivat from his grip and running off towards his and his family's house.

"Wait boy! You can't just-" Duskiv stopped as he realized that his young charge wouldn't listen to him so easily. "So much like his father… Then again, if he's too much like his father, I might want to rethink my life a bit." Shaking his head, (and in conjunction, his entire body,) he took off after the young man, his wings beating frantically as he tried to keep up with Korou.


Mother! Father! Hang on, I'll be there soon! Korou was frantic as he ran towards where he knew his house was. He ignored the fact that his clothes were being torn by the branches of the trees, as were his arms and face. All he could think of was making sure that the elderly couple he considered his parents remained safe.

His heart sunk as he smelt the smoke.

Breaking through the trees, he saw his entire house, the place that he'd called home for the past sixteen years, engulfed in fire. As he looked on in horror, someone stumbled through the front door, gripping their side as they collapsed to the ground. Korou ran up to them, his heart breaking to pieces as he saw Mrs. Wakahisa lying on the ground. From the way the blood was pooling on the ground around her, he knew it would be pointless to try and find a pulse. A scream of anger and pain from within the house caught his attention. Ignoring the blaze that had consumed his home, he charged inside. "Father!" he cried out, straining his ears for a response. He let out a cry of surprise as the wall that led to the dining room suddenly exploded outwards as someone flew through it. Squinting away the tears that had formed from both the smoke and the sight of seeing his mother dead, he saw another horrific sight. "Father!" he screamed, running over to his surrogate father and kneeling down beside him.

"K-Korou …" Mr. Wakahisa muttered weakly. "R-run from here… D-demons are-"

"Demons? Are we 'demons' to you, old man?" a voice suddenly asked from within the smoke. Looking up, Korou saw a man dressed in an immaculate black suit stepping through the wreckage of the house. He held a black cane in his right hand and his eyes were filled with joy. "No, my good man. We are no demons." He stopped in front of the two, a harsh look suddenly coming over his face. As Korou watched, a strange pattern, almost like stained glass, began to cover the man's face. "We are much worse." he said. With a cry, his entire body was coated in what appeared like stained glass for a moment before shattering, revealing the monster beneath. The beast, again, looked as though it were made entirely out of stained glass, mostly black but with red and purple appearing in places, mainly on its two massive wings. It held a sword in one of its taloned hands. Its head was that of a bird, with a sharp beak and sharper, colder eyes. "Much, much worse." Before Korou could react, the monster lunged forward and grabbed his father by the throat, lifting him into the air before driving its blade through the elderly man's heart. With a sound that sounded like a laugh, he threw him to the side.

At the same moment that Mr. Wakahisa died, Wakahisa Korou felt something inside of him die. He'd just seen his parents, the two most important people in his life, die in front of him. They were dead, their lives ended at the hands of this monster. For all intensive purposes, he should be crying. Instead, he was growling. Slowly, he began to stand, his head lowered. "You… BASTARD!" he screamed, lifting his head and revealing that his eyes had turned a deep crimson. "They were innocent! They were good people, who had never done anything to anyone! And you… you simply killed them, as if they didn't matter at all. I don't know who or what you are, but I do know one thing." He let out a savage growl as the fire around him began to turn black and encircle him. It cloaked him completely, obscuring him from view until a piercing howl erupted from within the inferno. The fire dispersed, revealing a monster that stood just where Korou had stood moments ago. It had the head of a savage wolf, with two other heads lying on its shoulders. It, too, shared the appearance of being made of stained glass, but not to the extent of the bird monster: the only parts of it that appeared to be made of stained glass were its chest and the two wolf heads that rested on its shoulders, made of red and black glass. The rest of its body was a mixture of black, red, and gray fur. Its hands and feet were like the claws of a savage beast and the same piercing red eyes that Korou had had only moments before stared at the bird monster. It howled once more before snapping its attention back to the monster. "I'm going to tear you apart!" it roared in a deep, guttural voice.

The bird took a step back, clearly in shock. "So, the reports were true: one of the Legendorga live." It let out a chuckle as it stared down its foe and readied its blade, fear being replaced with courage. "No matter. You are a mere whelp, barely awakened to your power. I am the Crow Fangire, a warrior of great might. Allow me to bring you a swift-"

With a howl, the monster that Korou had become threw itself at the Crow Fangire, grabbing it with one of its hands and running with it, plowing through the walls of the house before letting it go and allowing it to tumble across the floor. Crow Fangire barely had time to react as the two dog heads on Korou's shoulders lifted up, balls of black and orange fire forming in their mouths. The two balls of hellfire flew from the heads, striking the Fangire in the chest. It flew back, though Korou quickly followed it and began slashing at it with his claws. Deep gashes appeared each time a hit struck, forcing the Fangire to attempt to retreat. As it attempted to do so, Korou did something Crow Fangire did not anticipate: he grabbed one of its wings and pulled. With a sickening noise, the wing was torn from the back of the monster, leaving it to howl in agony, though those howls would double as Korou lunged forward with a punch, his fist going straight through the other wing. The Fangire fell to the ground, grasping at the spot where it once had a wing as Korou hovered over it. "Only death awaits you." he said, rearing back his head as the two heads on his shoulders did the same. A ball of black and orange fire formed in the space above him, the heat causing everything around him that wasn't on fire to either combust or begin melting. "This is for my family!" he roared before grabbing the ball of fire with one of his hands and throwing it at the cowering Fangire. Crow barely had time to scream as the hellfire consumed him, destroying him absolutely. Korou let out a howl of victory as the blaze died away, only for a glint of light to catch his eye. Rising from the ashes of his opponent was a ball of light that hovered in the air for a few moments before flying off. Korou pursued it, unaware that he was slowly turning back into a human, out into the backyard, where he watched as it flew far away, disappearing into the darkening sky. In his heart, he somehow knew that that ball of light was a bad thing to see. "What was that?" he whispered to himself.

"That," Duskiv said, suddenly appearing and panting quite heavily, "was the Fangire's Soul. As long as that soul remains intact, the Crow Fangire can be revived." With a sigh, he sat down on a fencepost as he watched the look on Kouro's face go from one of confusion to one of despair and anger. "It has been a long time, Master Korou… I have much to tell you."

-4 Years Later-

"Aaah! I'm late!"

In the city of Terudo, a young woman was frantically running down the steps of her apartment, taking them three at a time. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she was wearing the uniform of a police officer, though nothing about her screamed 'officer of the law.' "I can't believe I'm going to be late on my first day on the force!" she cried as she barged out of the doors of the apartment building. "First my stupid alarm clock breaks, then my shower runs out of hot water… What else can go wrong?!" she lamented as she opened the door to her car and stepped in. She put the keys into the ignition and turned them, only for nothing to happen. "I had to say it…" she said quietly as she slammed her head into the steering wheel.

Which in turn set off the airbag.

Which somehow caused the windshield to break.

Which set off the car alarm.

"I hate my life…" Managing to open the car door, she slowly crawled out of the car and onto the ground, where she laid on her back as she looked up into the sky. And so, the curse of Setsuna Mori continues… As she lay on her back, all Setsuna could think about was just how true it was that she was cursed with bad luck. No matter what she did, it always seemed like things would end up horribly for her. Things as simple as cooking ramen would somehow turn into massive disasters. I still can't believe I nearly burnt down an entire city block just by cooking ramen… "What is wrong with me?!" she cried out, putting her face in her palms.

"Well, for one, it's not a good idea to be lying on the ground like that. People might think you're a bit crazy or something." A voice said, snapping her out of her semi-depression. "Also, if I had to guess, your car probably needs some work." Looking up, she saw someone popping the hood to her car, followed by a cloud of black smoke billowing out from the engine. "Yeah, definitely needs some work…"

"And you are…?"

"Not going to just give you my name." the person said, rather rudely, before slamming the car hood down. Flopping over onto her stomach, she slowly began to see the person's features as she stood up. His hair was cut short and was pitch black and his green eyes practically advertised his indifference. He had an earring in his right ear, a small, simple black band. He wore a black and red jacket, despite the heat, a grey shirt beneath it, a pair of dark blue, nearly black, jeans, and black and red motorcycle boots. All in all, his look simply said 'Don't mess with me.' "So, you just going to stare at me all day or something?"

Setsuna nearly slapped herself as she realized that she had been staring at the young man. "Oh, s-sorry." She looked at her car and then back at the young man. "Do- do you think you can help me fix my car? I mean, it's my first day on the job and I'm already late as it is. You see, my alarm didn't go off and then my shower didn't have hot water and-" She was stopped as he held up his hand.

"Please, stop right now." The annoyance in his voice was not at all hidden. If anything, it sounded like he was trying to project just how annoyed he was. "I can tell you a couple of things about what's what, alright? First, there's no way I can fix this." He nodded towards her car. "I'm going to guess that you saw that cloud of black smoke coming from your engine. Yeah, that's bad. You're going to have to get this thing to a mechanic. Chances are, it'll run you quite a bit." She cringed at what he said. As it was, she could barely afford the apartment she lived in. "I'm going to go out on a limb here and say you don't have much in the way of cash, do you?" Did he just read my mind? "No, I did not read your mind. These are some of the lowest rent apartments in the city. Take that and the fact that this car is a piece of junk and it doesn't take much to figure out that you're broke."

While the remarks stung, Setsuna couldn't help but hang her head as the truth hit her. "You're right… Pretty much all of my paychecks have gone to food and rent. There's no way I can afford to have this thing fixed."

The young man just shrugged with indifference. "Meh, that's just how things are sometimes. Life just sucks sometimes. Deal with it." If he saw the angry look that she was giving him, he ignored it or it just didn't faze him. "Now, I'd suggest getting a bus pass. They're not so bad price wise and they last an entire year. Only problem is that the bus runs early in this part of town, so you'll have to get up extra early to make it to the police station."

"How did you know I-"

"You're wearing a police uniform. If you're not a police officer, then you're just a cosplayer." He put his chin in his left hand and furrowed his brown. "Actually, I'm not sure which is more pathetic… Anyway, that's going to be your best bet. Either that or have someone give you a lift."

A light bulb suddenly went off in Setsuna's head. "I can call Ryuji! He's sure to give me a ride!" She excitedly began to dig in her purse, only for her face to fall as she realized-

"You forgot your cellphone, didn't you?" the young man deadpanned. She nodded, which led to him letting out an exasperated sigh. Digging into his own pocket, he pulled out his own cell. "Go ahead and use mine." When she didn't take it and instead hung her head in shame, he nearly fell over from the stupidity of it all. "Don't tell me you don't actually know his number…" When he was met with silence, he simply placed his phone back in his jacket pocket and shook his head. "And Duskiv wonders why I've lost faith in humanity…" he muttered as he turned around and began walking away. His motorcycle, a solid black Honda 2010 CBR, was waiting for him only a few yards away. He was already on the bike when he saw her running up towards him.

"Wait, could you maybe give me a ride?" she asked, hope filling her voice. Somehow, she'd managed to produce a dark pink helmet, though he wasn't going to question where she got it from. "I mean, I don't have much in the way of money, but I am a cop! Maybe I can waive a few parking tickets…"she whispered in a conspiratorial tone.

"You can't be serious…" he muttered, covering his face with his hands. The young man appeared to mull it over for a bit as he grabbed his own black helmet. With a sigh, he pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. "Get on…" he said quietly. She did so, and as he was starting up the bike, a sudden pressure around his midsection made him look down, showing that she'd wrapped her arms around his stomach. "What the hell are you doing?" he growled.

"Well, I don't want to fall off!" she exclaimed. "I mean, I don't know how fast you drive! What am I supposed to do if I get hurt? I'm broke, remember?"

"And that's my problem, how exact-"

"Master Korou!" A sudden black and silver blur shot down in front of the two of them, blindsiding Setsuna and knocking her off the bike. "Master Korou," Duskiv began, nearly out of breath, "there's a Fangire… at the police station! You won't believe who it is!"

"Is it him?" Korou asked, his eyes darkening slightly. Duskiv only nodded once. "Then it's payback time." Slipping on his helmet, he turned on his bike and revved the engine, only for a hand on his arm to stop him from racing off. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked the troublesome young woman.

"That… thing." she said, pointing at Duskiv, who merely rolled his eyes as he rested on a specially made perch on the side of the motorcycle. "It said that something was attacking the police station, right?" Korou nodded once. "Then you have to take me there! I have to help!"

He responded by shrugging off her grip. "Get your own ride." he said before gunning the engine and racing off, leaving her absolutely fuming.

"Don't you think that might've been a bit harsh, Master Korou?" Duskiv asked from his perch, having to shout as the wind threatened to take his words away. "I mean, she did seem like she needed the help."

"Don't start with me, Duskiv. You and I both know that she'd just be putting herself in danger against a Fangire."

Duskiv let out a sigh. "Yeah, yeah… You're right and I'm wrong… Ugh, we've had this conversation so many times, and yet I still keep trying to get you out of your mood."

"I'm surprised you haven't gotten the hint yet." he said in a slightly joking tone. It quickly faded, though, and he focused as he lowered his gaze. It had been four years since his world had been shattered. Now, he was ready to take his revenge.


Bringing his bike to a stop out in front of the police station, Korou quickly got off, with Duskiv right behind them. He sprinted up the steps leading to the main building, where the sounds of gunfire and screams of pain and terror could be heard. As he and his partner finally reached the top of the stairs, they were faced with a brutal scene: at least a dozen police officers drained of their life, their bodies little more than translucent shells. As he watched, one of them broke into pieces. Most people would be stricken with fear. He simply watched as the pieces scattered into the wind. "So, we meet again, Legendorga brat." Looking up, Korou saw a familiar figure standing in front of the doors to the station. It was the Crow Fangire, in his human form. "You know, I owe you for what you did to me four years ago. In fact," he grinned as a stain glass pattern came over his face, "there's interest!" With a scream, he changed into his Fangire form. "Now then, what about you? Aren't you going to show me your true form?"

Korou scoffed. "As if I need that to deal with you. No, I think Duskiv will do just fine. Duskiv?" he called, holding out his right hand.

"Time to clip this rat's wings!" the Kivat said as he flew into Korou's outstretched hand. Taking Duskiv, Korou held his left hand in front of his face and brought the bat to it. Opening his jaws wide, Duskiv bit down on his master's hand, letting out a loud 'Gabu!' as he did so. A series of black, red, and white markings began to appear on Korou's face as a hypnotic tone began to erupt from Duskiv, whose eyes were switching from red, to silver, to gray, and back to pale yellow in rapid succession. At the same time, silver chains covered in black fire began to encircle Korou's waist, eventually disappearing in a flash of white light and leaving behind a silver belt.

"A-a Kivat?!" the Crow Fangire questioned. "But that's impossible!"

"Oh, is it?" Korou asked with a smirk. "I'm about to show you something." He held out Duskiv in front of him as a snarl erupted on his face. "That true light shines in the darkness!" With that, he brought the Kivat back and placed him on a small perch.

"HENSHIN!" he shouted.

Black and orange hellfire began to cover his body as a large red symbol appeared in the air in front of him, showing the heads of two canines howling off to the side as a third looked down at the enemy, fangs bared. Slowly, the symbol came backwards and flowed across his body, extinguishing the fire wherever it touched and replacing it with stained glass, which slowly began to break apart and fall off of him. When it had finished, Korou now stood before the Fangire clad in armor. Two silver wolf heads made up his pauldrons, their black fangs and red eyes almost seeming to glow. The majority of the armor was black, with a red chestplate, forearm and shin guards breaking up the flow. A red and silver wolf-like helmet covered his head, with a set of pale yellow, segmented eyes on the front. He held his right hand out in front of him as a ring of hellfire encircled the ground in front of him, a black poleaxe shaped like a wolf's head with the blade coming out of its mouth erupting from the ground. He took ahold of it and hoisted it over his shoulder. "I am Kamen Rider Dusk. Prepare to face the darkness."

"I don't care who you are, you Legendorga brat! I'll tear you to pieces all the same!" The Crow Fangire launched himself at Dusk, who merely reared back his left fist as fire began to cover it. When he was within range, he struck out, catching the Fangire in the chest and knocking him back, a large burn mark remaining from where he made contact. Before the Fangire could react, he ran forwards, swinging his axe down and slicing straight through Crow's right wing. Growling, the Crow Fangire pulled out his sword and charged Dusk, only for the blade to be caught by the shaft of the poleaxe. As he watched, the two wolves on Dusk's shoulders opened their mouths and shot out a pair of fireballs, striking him in the face and blinding him. Seeing an opportunity, Dusk charged forwards and lifted his axe above his head, bringing it down on the chest of the Crow Fangire, who let out a howl of agony before being kicked in the side and rolling over. Reaching down, Dusk grabbed the Fangire's remaining wing and ripped it off, savoring his opponent's howls of pain as he planed his foot firmly on the Fangire's back. The pain being too much for him to bear, the Crow Fangire reverted back to his human form. "D-damn you, you brat! The Legendorga shouldn't even exist! You should be dead, like the rest of them!"

"Should be, but I'm not." Dusk calmly said as he moved the CerberAxe down to Duskiv's mouth. The Kivat bit down on the shaft of the weapon, causing his eyes to light up red.

"Cerberus Bite!"

The world suddenly turned dark as a pale blue crescent moon suddenly appeared out of seemingly nowhere, barely illuminating the area with the dim light it gave off. The blade of the CerberAxe began to glow crimson as two glowing red blades appeared on either side of the original. Jumping back, Dusk waited until the Crow Fangire was on his feet before lunging forwards, the CerberAxe reared back to deliver the finishing blow.

"Stop!"

Dusk stopped mid-swing as Setsuna's voice rang through the square. "Who are you and why are you attacking that man?" she demanded as she walked up from behind him. "Please, just let him go. There has to be an explanation for this!"

"There is one." Dusk said before bringing back the CerberAxe again. "Vengeance!" he cried, ignoring Setsuna's cries of protest as he brought it down on top of the Crow Fangire, who screamed as the three blades came down on him, destroying him utterly. As his Fangire Soul rose from the shards of his body, three glowing wolf heads erupted from the weapon and devoured it, leaving nothing behind. Mother… Father…

I have avenged you!


Next Time on Kamen Rider Dusk

Despite managing to destroy the Crow Fangire, Korou's troubles have not ended. No, they have yet to begin. Whispers of an Insurgency consisting of multiple members of the Demon Races reach his ears. Their goal: to destroy the Fangire King and his brother. While initially indifferent towards this plot to eliminate the two, will a careless whisper lead to Korou discovering a darker motive to the death of his parents?


So, some of you may remember that I wrote a story called Kamen Rider RaiLeon a while back. And that it's been a few weeks since I've touched that story. Well, consider this a bit of an apology letter. By no means do I plan on discontinuing RaiLeon. In fact, I plan on doing the complete opposite. The reason that I haven't updated it is simple: I'm currently going back and revamping the story a bit. ...Okay, I'm also posting up another story but I'm also working on improving Kamen Rider RaiLeon. I felt that RaiLeon as a whole can be a lot better than it currently is, and so, I'm doing a bit of rewriting. Hopefully, I'll be satisfied with it enough to the point where I'll be able to make an update on it in the near future.

Anyway, don't consider this story as me writing off my older work. Consider it... a side project that's been waiting in the wings for far too long. I know that Riders based off of preexisting Riders usually don't get much love, but hey, I thought I'd give this guy a shot. In fact, Dusk was actually the first Original Rider I came up with, even before RaiLeon. So yeah, this is based off of Kiva but give it a chance. I plan on doing some pretty interesting stuff with this story.

Well, that's all I've got to say. I'd like to thank you all for reading this, ask that, if you'd be so kind, you'd leave a review, and I hope you have a nice day.