CanadianRider:Don't own Kamen Rider or 'this' Anime/Manga/Novel.

OK who can guess the crossover idea here? P.S: sorry if it's not readable…..again, but I can't find any help as everyone got their own things to deal with.

But I'm still looking for help if anyone what to peach in, helping if you believe in the ideas I have for story.

Prologue.

The Deep.

The Abyss.

The Endless, limitless Sea of Stars.

The far Reaches of the infinite void, the other side of a lonely world. Who knows of the strange things that lurk there, the threat that approaches?

Who Knows?

In a place beyond human knowledge, beyond insanity, the World and the Other violate, rape, defile each other. Over and over again. Still they Continue. Still they return. Forever into the Future. Forever into the past. And even now, at this very moment.

There will likely never be an end.

Not if, at the end of endless Time, even death may die.

The stars do not blink.

The Stars do not waver.

In space, their brightness is far too great.

In the blackness that lies between those countless lights, this planet exists.

The blue Earth.

Deep, deep, blue.

A dark blue.

A fathomless blue.

Yet look how it glitters.

Faintly.

Dazzlingly.

Peacefully.

Overwhelmingly.

Tearing apart that blue, a dark wound spreads. A black crack splits the shy. Compared to the expanse of blue, it is so very small. However, it is an undeniably present Other.

Unnatural.

Something that cannot exist.

Something that must not exist.

It is a clear tear in the World. From that tear, it comes. As though it has been rejected from the other side. Loathed, scorned, ridiculed, cast out.

It is….Steel. A giant form of steel. By what scale can it be called giant?

The answer is clear.

Compared to what its form is based on, it is much too enormous.

The steel has been shaped in the form of Man. Or perhaps seeing it that way would be a mistake born of ego. If man is made in the shape of God, perhaps it too has been made in God's image. However, no matter what shape it is meant to emulate, it is flawed. It has been sliced; many parts are missing. It is short an arm and a leg, and half of its face has been torn away. Across its chest lies a great gash, as though it has been cut open.

In order to be in the image of God, one must not be incomplete. God is perfect. With all the damage it has taken, it can also no longer be called an image of Man. A person missing so many parts is no longer a person, but a corpse.

However, the steel giant is yet alive. Still caught in the inertia of its ejection, the giant seems as though it will fall to Earth. Yet the giant does not resist nor even pay mind to its fall. Instead it clenches its bloodless iron hand, though two of its fingers are bent in unnatural directions and it cannot form a fist.

Thrusting its fist forward towards the crack from which it has been cast out, the giant spreads its fingers. Floating in space, gathering in the hand, networks of light appear. Coming together in countless layers, they shape themselves around the hand. In the shapes appear symbols. Characters carved out of light into the space itself. A web of light formed from characters of light. Thus a pattern is given shape – and something other Occurs.

The pattern collapses, the lights burst apart, scatter, reform, contract, expand again, and crystallize. The gathered light takes form, shaping itself into a mass of metal. That faintly shining object is bloodthirsty and destruction given form.

It is a gun.

The giant tries to seize the newly formed gun, but its index finger is broken. Gripping the weapon with just its thumb and ring finger, it places its middle finger on the trigger. The gun is like a blade of concentrated malice, its point aimed straight at the tear in space, and through to the other side.

Strengthened by the desire to kill, power flows into the mechanical finger.

The trigger is pulled.

Light surges from the muzzle of the gun. A raging beam of lightning. Although it has been fired from a crude position, the light flies straight into the crack as though guided by malice. The light is swallowed into the darkness of the fissure. There is a brief silence.

Although the Universe has been silent from the first.

Then the tear shines with Light, light, light.

Light bursts forth.

The violence of the light burns away the blackness of space. The flood of the light swallows up the whole of the World.

Within the light there is silence. Then the white darkness begins to withdraw. Yet for a time some light remains burned into the void.

In that blurry white darkness, the gravely wounded steel giant, still falling, spreads its steel wings. From those wings issue light, somehow allowing the giant to support itself against inertia. The giant's descent ceases. All this time, the giant's eyes remain fixed straight ahead.

The fissure… has vanished.

There is nothing.

Nothing but the endless Sea of Stars.

The Other has vanished, leaving not even a trace behind.

No.

There are lights shining.

Are they remnants of the light that has been shot from the giant's gun?

Wrapped in those lights, a crimson shape can be seen.

The crimson shape is also in the form of Man.

It is another steel giant. However, it lacks none of its parts. A perfect image of Man.

Or perhaps, a perfect image of God. With its right hand held out, it looks down upon the wounded giant. It is as though its expressionless steel mask is laughing contemptuously.

"Accept defeat."

The crimson giant's voice echoes through space, where no sound should be heard. Clear like the sound of a bell, it is an androgynous voice that can belong to either a young man or a young woman.

The voice contentious. Addressing the giant that has fired upon it, the voice is gentle, as though speaking to an old friend. Yet within it there is an echo of loathing.

"Even though you are lauded as the strongest… without a master, there is no hope of you defeating this Liber Legis."

The iron giant does not answer.

However, its actions speak louder than any words can.

A second shot is fired and then a third, a fourth, a fifth. A rain of lightning strikes at the crimson giant.

"How futile."

Light gathers in the crimson giant's outstretched hand. A floating pattern forms from characters of light. In front of the crimson giant appears a mighty barrier that blocks and disperses the rain of lightning.

"I call forth the Darkness of N'Kai."

The crimson giant's arm splits, and from it the gaping maw of a black cannon emerges, its length covered in shining symbols. From the barrel of that cannon spew forth masses of darkness deeper than the black gulf of space. Bending and absorbing even the starlight, eleven masses of darkness attack the steel giant.

Belching fire from its wings, the giant tries to avoid them.

It is only able to dodge half.

The steel expands a barrier of light. Three of the spheres of darkness are drawn into it and annihilated. The giant sacrifices its gun to eliminate one more. The gun warps, is absorbed, and the darkness vanishes.

The remaining mass of darkness catches the giant.

'BOOOM'

Half of the giant's abdomen is hollowed out. This time it is a fatal wound. The giant's lifeforce is about to give out.

'Boovwem!'

Raising the output of wings to maximum, the steel giant charges at the crimson giant. This seems to take the crimson giant by surprise.

"…!?"

The two giants collide, throwing up a shower of sparks. Though it has only one arm, the wounded gianr clings to the crimson. All of its power is devoted to not letting go. The crimson giant's armor shrieks in protest, and cracks appear in the armor of its back.

"You….!"

Clinging to the crimson giant, the wounded giant continues to charge ahead. After traveling a certain distance, it makes a wide turn. As though seeking the pull of gravity, the giant charges 'falls' at full speed toward the Earth below.

"You intend to take me with you!?"

The nearly dead giant dose not answer. Instead, it puts even more power into its arm, crushing the armor on its foe's back.

The two giants shine red with heat. They have entered the atmosphere. The howls violently, trying to burn the giants to ash. Their bodies burn red, melt burst open. The deformed humanoid loses the remainings of his form, while the red humanoid is wounded once again.

"Know when to give up!"

Freeing its left arm, the crimson giant seizes its trapped enemy's face. On the back of that hand, a shining pattern emerges.

'!'

An explosion.

The steel giant's half-remaining face is completely oblitated. From the shock of that attack, it loses its hold on the crimson giant. With its wings spread, the steel giant falls its arm outstretched as if to grasp the heavens. Then the crimson giant thrusts out its hand towards the steel giant.

"Fall."

"Damage 33%, combat performance down 18%, maneuvering system and main engine showing damage…Should we not pursue, Master?"

A different voice emerges from the crimson giant. This voice is high and young, yet soft, composed, and wise. Though strange, it is the voice of a girl.

"No need."

A voice from within the giant answers the voice from within the crimson giant. This time it is that androgynous voice.

The crimson giant's abdomen opens. From the steel womb emerges a human form, Its sorcerer's robes and golden hair are blown about by the strong wind. Its shin is too white and its eyes are the color of gold. Such a deep gold does not exist in the natural world and what is more, despite being gold, it gives off no shine. There stands a young man who hides within him a golden darkness.

Far, far above the ground he stands, buffeted from all sides by fierce winds, yet his body never sways in the slightest, Finding it merely irritating, he nonchalantly controls the wild motion of his hair, as though that is his only concern. With lightness eyes he looks below.

Night.

It is as though the entire world lies at the bottom of a quiet, dark blue sea. Far below, countless lights shine upon a land that spreads out like a black shadow

The lights of a city.

The shine of people living their lives.

"No doubt it will land in that city. All shall be as Fate Decrees, and the Wheel of Fortune is ever in my hand." The young man said. As he look down to the city.

"Yes, Master. It is right for all things to gather at your feet and serve you. All shall be according to your Will." The girls voice reply's to the young man that is her Master.

From atop the giant now, the youth continues to gaze down at the city. His eyes are those of an absolute being, arrogant in his kindness.

Affectionately.

Pityingly.

Contemptuously.

He gazes upon those grounded stars trying so desperately to live, he gazes upon his ancient foe, that has fallen from the stars of heaven to become a star of earth. He gazes upon a perfect Other, the same as he, who also wields otherworldly knowledge and an otherworldly giant.

That Other is….

"Hmm this feeling I'm getting."

The voice of a lone figure said. As he look up at the night sky to look at the stars of heaven, a site to look at such beauty, but for him it seem that someone is looking down at this star of earth, and his the only one that knows of it.

He stood on the top of the tallest building in the City he watches over. But is now looking up were to this feeling

An it's a feeling of uneasiness.

As he look to the night.

No. This was not a night that he knew. The night was caring and beautiful whenever he looks to the Sea of Star from time to time.

No this was known night he was feeling.

It was Darkness.

A darkness of chaos.

And the wind knows it.

Wind the force of air that has been his guild. His friend, His partner on his path.

For him he does not judge or doubt it.

But he cannot understand it. Unlike other times he knew he can but now he can't this time.

The figure stood tall to look to the dark sky. His whole body look to be armored. The whole color was black with light gray on some parts. The only color to stick out was red as it formed what could be a buckle of a belt in the form of a opposite 'L' on an angle. Inside the buckle was a small rectangular box that showed the image of the letter 'S'. But this 'S' also had a form.

The form of a Skull.

As to why the figure's appears was themed. As his chest look to have a rib cage and his Armored face was a Skull face.

But there were to things to add to his look.

One a white scarf.

The other a white fedora.

This Skull figure was someone who was known as 'a real life Dark Knight'. But he does not see himself as a comic book hero. Or a real hero, at that. As the path he walks is a path that there is no turning back. No person waiting for him at the end.

But others see him as that and think of him as just.

So they give him a name.

Kamen Rider Skull.

Protector of this city in the night.

But with this feeling right now could he really be called that?

A Wind of battle…No a Storm of War is coming.

And he feels that hiss's the only one who knows it.

But is his the one who can stop it?

Not without help.

And that help is here in this city.

Can he find it in time or will it be too late?

Only Fate can decide this outcome.

To be continue.

CanadianRider: Originally, I was thinking of using Eternal for this idea but I feel Skull fit the bill to it.

Now for those who knows of the crossover with Skull. I'm telling you now it is not going to take the path from that ***** Anime version, this idea would take the Novel path. Which would put it in the M rated? If not higher.