Author's Note: So, a while ago I found a crossover featuring the Spetsnaz Guards Brigade of Russia from the EndWar game entering the gate and wrecking shit on the other side. So, I decided to give it a go myself, with a few modifications of course. Enjoy!

In a plane of existence beyond our own, where beings beyond our comprehension reside one such being stood upon a ridge, his gaze unseeing. The being wore what appeared to be black heavy plate armor with a black cloak over his armor with the hood up shadowing his face while a massive seven-foot blade made of some unidentifiable metal was slung across his back. Emroy sighed as his shoulders slumped, there were no, good, bloody wars going on! Oh, sure there were border skirmishes, and bandits and shit but no proper war, the most recent 'war' he could remember was when that pansy ass Bitch-Boy-Prince of the Empire conquered the bunny warriors and two other races of Demi-humans and that had been interesting. Watching the Bitch-Boy-Prince get his ass handed to him by the combined might of the three races then having to be saved by the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Army was just great. Then the war ended, and bullshit happened, and he was bored again.

He consoled himself with the thought that the Gate at Alnus would be opening soon. Hopefully, the land on the other side would have a civilization that would be a match for the Empire and bring the war he so craved. Turning his attention from the continent of Falmart to the only other continent on the planet, Eostia. Now, there was a land that had been embroiled in a war that had been raging for the past thousand years, had left hundreds of thousands dead, and whole tracks of land that were made uninhabitable. While it was nice to be reminded of what a war is supposed to look like he had an ulterior motive beyond the war.

Fun fact: Emroy was smitten, not with Origa of Discordia surprisingly, though she is hot as fuck, but with Celestine, the reborn Elf goddess. Maybe it was because he was a god of death and she a goddess of life or more simply because he was insane, but he was smitten with her. Though he did have to question quite a few of her decisions throughout the years.

First on the chopping block, the creation of the Shield Princesses. While he had no problem with female warriors, you just had to look at his own apostle, he did have to question her decisions to make it an all-female group when there was no precedent for it. He just could not figure out the reason for disregarding half of your population in such an obvious way, maybe she had just not found any men who fit her idea of a 'Great Defender' but if that was the case then why were heroes like Giralt the Orc Slayer and Wolfthorn the Mighty so revered by both the populace and even some of the Shield Princesses? The only route that led to would be a sense of resentment and misrepresentation, imagined or otherwise, causing dissention in the ranks.

Point two, their chosen attire. While he was almost a hundred percent certain that their armor was enchanted and thus would provide far more protection than any normal armor made of steel, prancing about battlefields and their cities practically naked did not convey a serious image to the populace like they no doubt wanted too. Instead, all of them just looked like prostitutes playing dress up. What was wrong with full body plate armor or scale mail or even chain mail? With more surface area available an experienced enchanter could apply far more powerful enchantments, plus if those enchantments failed you could still fall back on the physical strength of the armor itself.

Finally point three and probably the most important point, the over use of mercenaries as their main armies. While mercenaries did have their place in the armies of the world, making them the back bone of said army begged for some form of disaster and by the Law of Averages at this point Celestine was most likely looking at a large-scale defection and with no proper standing army beyond city guards and the like such a defection would have a catastrophic impact on their war. Emroy watched as Vault led his men on an assault against Origa's Black Fortress. This was not the first time that an assault had been launched against her Fortress, plenty of attacks had happened in the past though they all had the same outcome, broken armies retreating to their homes waiting for the inevitable counter-attack by Origa's forces. Though with the way Vault was leading his soldiers they might manage to break the deadlock the war had degraded into. Now intrigued, Emroy settled in to observe what Vault would do after conquering the Black Fortress.

[Events of Kuroinu Episode 1 take place.]

Whelp, he was an ambitious little fucker he'd give him that. Planning to rape his way across the continent to create his Cuntry was different and Emroy even approved! Men like Vault were never satisfied with what they had, after conquering Eostia he would eventually turn his gaze to other lands and attempt to add them to his Cuntry propagating war, violence and death. There was one small problem with that though, Celestine was part of his plans and that was something that Emroy was not going to allow. If anyone was going to defile that curvaceous She-Elf, it was going to be him.

He thought on how he could keep Celestine safe from Vault's perverse attacks, he couldn't send his Apostle as that would take too long and be taken as direct interference on his part. Emroy really didn't care about that shit all that much however he wasn't going to paint a target on Celestine's back like that and give the other gods like Hardy any leverage over him. The Gate at Alnus would be opening in a month or two but again that would be far too late, and it would be on an entirely different continent than he needed it to be on. Which left only one-real option, he would have to open a gate himself.

Physically opening the gate itself wasn't all that difficult, just punch a hole through the dimensional walls, give it some rigidity to ensure it does not collapse and presto one gate connecting realities. The difficultly lay in finding the right world to open the gate into, just punching holes into the millions upon millions of realities was not only a colossal waste of time but also ridiculously dangerous. How do you think Cthulhu and his ilk made themselves known in their reality? Some dumbass not understanding what he was doing just started opening portals into his reality and Cthulhu and his bunch of friends just poured through. Which was why he was going to take the far safer route of opening a viewing hole, something just large enough to look through but most definitely not large enough to gain the attention of who or whatever might be on the other side.

Emroy brought his hand up, and with it in a claw slashed down tearing a small hole in the dimensional wall and began shifting through various realities. The first one was filled with Daemons, Gods, a God-Emperor and nope, far too much insanity in that place. He was crazy not stupid, if he attempted to draw any one of the other factions here, then others would follow then draw the attention of the various other deities who called that place home and just no. Moving on. Oh? This Galactic Republic looks promising and…nope, they wouldn't have the stomach to pursue the war he needed besides they were about to collapse anyway. Next…personifications of warships? While intriguing he didn't need navies, he needed armies, besides they had problems of their own that were about to escalate.

Emroy spent the equivalent of an hour searching out various realities and none of them had what he needed. They either were in the midst of a catastrophe, didn't have the martial might needed to triumph against Vault, or were to squeamish to be of any use. After dismissing a dimension with a ring, he brought up another dimension when he paused. This…this is exactly what he was looking for! Digging deeper into the dimensions history his face split into a savage grin. A colossal war had just finished which had encompassed the entire world, left millions dead and great tracts of land devastated. Yet they retained a level of martial might that was beyond anything his world was capable of matching even in the next thousand years, and with the proper motivation, the war would be prosecuted to the bloody end. The grin that split Emroy's face was the stuff of nightmares.

Immediately setting one half of the Gate system to open in Eostia about a day's march from Ken, Celestine's home and the Capital of the 'Light' forces. Looking into the other dimension he found one of the largest and most populated cities and set the Gate to open on one of the busiest cities streets. If everything went to plan then the appearance of the strange Gate would draw a significant portion of Vault's forces away from the attack on Ken thus delaying their attack or baring that, when they attacked with their reduced numbers, it would allow Ken to hold out against them for a greater amount of time. His plan made and the pieces moving all Emroy could do now was wait…although…knowing the amount of emotional trauma Celestine was about to experience he debated for a time whether to provide her with some small comfort about the events to come or not.

That night, Celestine's dreams were filled monstrous Iron Beasts that spat fire causing the Earth to erupt and Iron Pegasi flying across the sky spitting fire and hate. In this chaos a voice spoke her name. "Celestine." she shuddered, the voice was deep, dark and carried a twinge of madness. She turned slowly in the direction where the voice came from with trepidation. While she had not heard him speak before now, she recognized the figure before her. Emroy the God of Violence, War, Death, and Insanity. Truly, how could she not recognize him he had appeared before her the night before the war began all those years ago. "Lord Emroy." while she was a reincarnated goddess that is all she was, a goddess that had been reincarnated into a mortal body, while Emroy was still a full-fledged god with all the power and strength that entailed. Emroy's insane smile grew wider to face splitting proportions, obviously pleased that she knew of him. Celestine shuddered again at the chill that went down her spine at the wide smile "Why are you here, Lord Emroy?" she asked. Still with his wide smile in place Emroy spoke "You have been betrayed, Vault and his Kuroinu have broken away from you and you should be receiving his declaration of intent in the next day or so." he explained.

Celestine simply stared at Emroy in shocked silence both at the information and that Emroy would decide that she was worthy of receiving it. Deciding that he had probably broken enough rules by now as it was he prepared to leave. But before he did he had one last piece of information to share. "Worry not little Elf, I have set events into motion that will guarantee your continued prosperity." with his piece said he was gone. The Reborn Elf Goddess woke with a scream, drawing the attention of her guards who rushed into her chambers weapons drawn to protect their Goddess.

Emory opened his eyes as he ended his projection to a rather irritated looking Zufmuut God of Light and Order. "What are you doing Emroy?" he asked. Emroy just flashed the other God an insane grin and wandered off. Zufmuut watched him as he left and sighed, he was going to have to ask around and see if any of the other Gods or Goddesses knew what he was up too. As Emroy wandered aimlessly he thought back to his conversation with Celestine. It had pleased him to find out that she knew his name, perhaps he had left a stronger impression during his last visit that he realized. Bit by bit the insanity left his smile and it transformed into a small genuine smile. Then he had thought, should he have told her that her saving grace would arrive just in time to save her and her city from oblivion but only her and her city from Vault's clutches?... Nah, she had healing magic and shit, she would be able to save her knights minds…possibly…maybe, eh what did he care, the war that was coming was going to be glorious and Celestine would know that it was by his actions that she would be saved from defilement and her nation from fully capitulating.

Emroy spread his arms as if to embrace the coming madness and began laughing.

Author's Note: And so, ends the prologue to Retribution. Rate review all that jazz. I'll see you on the other side.