Author Notes:

The following concepts that are to be used in this chapter are credited to the following:

1.) ArmoredCoreNineBall

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Episode 7

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Adele - Skyfall (Lyric Video)

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Dies irae - Animation OST: Unus Mundus

"Mizushino Sota, just a passing-through Kamen Rider."

Both Angela and Miyoko Kamijou were blinking their eyes at the young man who introduced himself.

"Kamen...Rider...?" Miyoko asked, curious about the term. "That's...That's quite the odd name."

Sota Mizushino was looking closely at the two young girls, curious at their faces and entire appearance, especially Miyoko Kamijou who seem to remind him a little too much of another person, minus the raven hair and the...eyebrow-raising proportions. He would shake his head, sighing heavily, then look back towards the girls.

"If you don't mind me asking, what are your names?"

Sota didn't know why, but he needed to ask this question considering his growing sense of suspicion.

"Oh, um," Miyoko was startled at the question. She would smile if a bit embarrassed due to being too self-conscious around a young man; handsome in spite of the glasses that just add more to his charm. "M-My name is Kamijou Miyoko."

"And I'm Angelicus Communis Universalis, but you can call me Angela, nice to meet you, sir," Angela introduced herself with a smile.

"?!" Sota would blink for a moment, raising his eyebrows in surprise. "Kamijou...Miyoko...? But that..." He begins to show concern, pondering the information. A few moments later, he begins to speak once more. "...Um, does the name 'Kamijou Touma' mean anything to the both of you?"

"Eh?" both Miyoko and Angela would be surprised at the question.

"Um, um, well," Angela was hesitant. She didn't know if she could tell or answer a random stranger, despite said stranger saving them from the unknown monsters from earlier and being a cool henshin hero that would remind her of the tokusatsu shows that she would watch from television and search from the internet, about whether or not to tell the truth; the irony of this was not lost on her due to being a religious nun who had just taken her vows.

"Um, Kamijou Touma? Who's that if I may ask?" Miyoko asked with a twitching smile, glancing hesitantly.

Then, Sota became serious for a moment, raising his arms and crossing them. "You don't have to lie you two, I already know that you two don't belong in this world."

"?!" both Miyoko and Angela would stop in their inward tracks as they look at Sota.

"Th-This world, what do you-" Miyoko tried to utter with a curious smile.

"Your temporal signatures felt off, almost as if you two don't really belong here," Sota would shake his head. "No, more than that, you two felt completely different, as if you both are anathema to each other. Let me guess, you two are from completely different universes, and even time periods for that manner."

"..."

Both Miyoko and Angela couldn't help but be surprised at the on-the-mark conclusion that this young man had suddenly blurted out. They would glance at each other, unsure as to what to make of this.

"(Sigh). Ok...No wonder Kadoya-sensei wanted me to come here to Kamijou-san's world," Sota would mutter softly out of concern. He would begin to look at the two of them. "You two," Both Miyoko and Angela would look at him. "I think that you two would need to come with me. There's a place that we should probably need to go to."

"?" Miyoko and Angela were sporting curious, tilted expressions.

There was a man who was watching Sota Mizushino, Miyoko Kamijou, and Angela from afar, keeping a few distances in order not to be spotted.

It was a man in his mid-thirties, with brown hair and brown eyes. He wears a red collared shirt, black formal suit, black formal pants, and black formal shoes. There was a pink vintage-like camera strapped around him.

His expression was grim, and his hands were tucked into his pockets.

"...It's begun."

And then, he glances to his left.

"I can only assume that your mother and the rest of your superiors had sent for you here, Lady Cassiel."

The aforementioned Lady Cassiel would materialize herself in front of him, decloaking herself from mortal eyes.

"Yes, Kadoya-sensei," Lady Cassiel spoke respectfully, nodding. "I've actually been observing this world for the past few days in advance now."

"Well then," the man—Tsukasa Kadoya—Kamen Rider Decade—would speak in a serious tone. "What exactly have you observed so far when it came to this world?"

"For the most part, nothing seems to have happened, to my inward relief, ordinary antics from Academy City aside. Exceptions with regards to a probable increase of anomalies however would have to be specifically happening at this time, on July 20, 2008, the same fixed date when onii-sama meets the Library. Aside from the atemporal abominations who belong neither to the living nor to the dead, there are two individuals from two different configurations who have inadvertently been sent here, and it relates to a phenomenon that is occurring throughout this multiversal locality," Lady Cassiel explained grimly.

"I see," Tsukasa spoke grimly, raising his eyes to the skies. "The various ripples through space-time are something that even I'm beginning to take notice of. In fact, I would bet that those Magic Gods from on high would also take notice of this as well. But they knew that they can't really do anything too big unless they want their universe to crumble by their own power. So much for all that hype as being a true Magic God works both ways. Good thing that the Witch of Miracles had already managed to talk sense into them from taking any drastic actions unless they want to answer to her directly first and foremost. Speaking of which," he looks towards the raven-haired angel. "What else do you think would be possible to happen?"

"I am concerned that this is only but the beginning. There is a unique type of convergence phenomenon that allows universes out of sync with their own timeline to cross paths with each other inadvertently through various means. In the case of one Lady Angelicus Communis Universalis, she had just been pulled out of her own universe as a result of a corrupted spell that had been affected by the phenomenon. Originally, the plans of Lady Angelicus and her brothers and sisters to go back in time and stop the Magic God who had destroyed their future had succeeded as they and she were supposed to be sent to the past of her universe. However, because of this phenomenon, it had inadvertently changed it, causing a great rupture in the timeline, rippling back and forth. I fear that the universe that she came forth from may have been damaged or changed by this one outcome alone, whether for good or for ill, as I know that not everyone among Lady Angelicus' siblings is what I call following in their father's footsteps."

"Hmm. Then that would mean that some of them may have possibly been sent to their own past while others may have randomly ended up either in the future or other alternatives. But then, the past is a concept that is rather blurry from the start, and it can be a poisonous and unknown road to travel if one is not careful. What is it that my other comrade used to say about time travel, Lady Cassiel?"

"That time travel is for immortals and fools, Kadoya-sensei," Lady Cassiel smiled a bit too sad. "Said immortals and fools tend to be a bit too broadly relative."

"Then I suppose that the kid's alternate kids from that universe where Angela comes from could be considered as fools for trying to tamper with history. Good well-intentioned fools, but fools nonetheless," Tsukasa smiled subtly before eventually turning serious. "But still, the Emotionless is seemingly getting dragged out of nowhere to random locations within this city. That spiky-haired kid and his friends no doubt are busy fighting these monsters on that highway while this is going down. I've already sent my protégé ahead to this world in order to assist his fellow team member. Encountering said team members' alternative kids are considered to be relieving bonuses. But still, I've got the feeling that these two and the Emotionless wouldn't be the only ones who would arrive at this world so suddenly."

"I share the same sentiments as well, Kadoya-sensei," Lady Cassiel spoke grimly in agreement.

Multiverse: GA 1987 Multiverse

Universe: DCMK Universe-Prime

DCMK Universe-Prime.

It was a world that had a lot of similar histories to Earth(s) with 'realistic' painted outlooks. World War II, Cold War, Chernobyl disaster, etc. But there was one thing about this world that is unique, one of many. And that there existed a Dark Knight that acts as a heroic inspirational figure all over the world. First appearing on March 30, 1988—Heisei 2, the one known as Night Baron has had the official record of solving the most difficult and intricate of cases the likes of which had even experts completely stumped, stopped multiple crimes whether in progress or have been committed in the name of many reasons, cleaning up many law enforcement and other governmental organizations of the corruptible element, fighting against superpowered individuals or groups by his lonesome, dealt with many cases of the supernatural, and many other unique factors that became an admirable trait and quality within him.

And now, there was a second person that was taking the name of the Night Baron. Shinichi Kudo, also known in his public alias at this time as Conan Edogawa, was initially a second-year high school student of Teitan High School, but inadvertently turned into an elementary school kid. Having shrunk to a child in his first year of high school due to a reason surrounding a drug. As Conan Edogawa, he continues to solve crimes of all types, including that of cold cases, while as Night Baron, officially known as Night Baron Kid based on his physical appearance, he still continues what he had begun since donning the cape when he was in middle school. To continue the legacy that his father. the first Night Baron, went off to create.

As to what he looked like to the public, he looked just like a magician on the stage in the pale moonlight.

A dark blue top hat, suit, and caped overcoat, with a pair of white magician gloves that are tucked into his pockets, with a pair of non-reflective glasses that were covering one's face, thereby keeping one's identity strictly hidden. Then there was the ever-present blank expression on his face, one that was considered very hard to decipher, being considered as the "poker face" that is put into effect, an inscrutable face that reveals no hint of a person's thoughts or feelings.

Night Baron is considered to be the best friend and fellow team member of Touma Kamijou who is several inter-multiversal distances away. As of what he is currently doing now, he was seen flying from the skies of Beika Ward through the use of his cape whose loosed fabric allowed for the current to help guide him to various directions, like he was actually flying.

He was landing on a nearby rooftop of about four-story floors. It was an apartment building located somewhere in Beika. As he stands up from the ground, he would notice an individual who appeared to be waiting for him. He appeared to be about sixteen years of age, the same age as him. He appeared to be a foreigner, an American based on his face. Brown hair and blue eyes. His height is about 6'1''. His arms were crossed and his face appeared to be grim, and it looked like he seemed to haven't been sleeping in days. He was wearing a uniform consisting of a gray gakuran uniform fully buttoned, gray pants, dark red socks and white uwabaki slippers with blue stripes near the soles; said uniform would remind Night Baron of Kisaragi Academy, a school located somewhere in the city of Tenjin, a few kilometers away from Tokyo.

"You wanted to see me, Gilead?" Night Baron asked.

The young man—Gilead Solomon Burgundy—is one of many old friends of both Night Baron and the Imagine Breaker, a fellow classmate of TARDIS School. The Jack of All Trades had once assisted Gilead in a certain cold case that threatened this world and several others which involved a girl dyed in red. Gilead is considered an Elite Knight, the highest but also the rarest rank that is associated with an international thaumaturgical organization called the Knights of the Covenant.

Who are those, one might ask?

The Knights of the Covenant is an organization that is charged with researching the occult, paranormal and supernatural, and defending against their dangers; things that normal law enforcement and authorities couldn't hope to handle on their own.

Gilead smiled as he spoke to his old friend. "Good to see you, Night Baron." He shakes the right hand of Night Baron. "There's something that I've been meaning to tell you specifically, and it's one that I'd rather continue inside."

"Of course," Night Baron nodded.

They would both begin to head downstairs, walking from the fourth floor to the third floor, and after a few paces, stopped by at a door a few meters to the left. Gilead would open the door through the use of a key that opens to reveal an ordinary apartment, filled with ordinary furniture, a television attached to the wall of the living room, a kitchen whose refrigerator was nearby, and other things. They would head inside an office room, locking the door as they went their way in.

Both of them would begin to sit down from their respective places; Night Baron was hopping at the office chair that was facing the desk while Gilead begins to sit down from the office chair that was pulled out and is seated on.

"Now, Night Baron, what I'm about to tell you is of the utmost importance, and it was one that I've already told the High Masters about it and had ordered me to tell you about this," Gilead's expression became worried, one that was noted by Night Baron.

"What is it?" Night Baron asked out of concern for his old friend.

"...You know about my Future Sight, right?" Gilead asked with a smile that was trembling in subtle tremors as if twitching, recalling a nightmare that he'd rather not remember.

"Yes," Night Baron nodded seriously. "It's a psychic ability that allows you to see flashes of the future, usually dangerous, life-threatening events moments before they took place. While it may be considered as one of your useful abilities, there are a few drawbacks. Judging from your facial expression, I'd assume that you have seen something terrible."

"(Snort). Terrible is a very understating word to describe what I've just seen," Gilead snorted; his smile turning grim. "What I saw was...It was something that you'd think that you see when imagining the end times. I saw...I saw them, Night Baron. I saw hordes of demonic creatures that had come forth in strong and unadulterated numbers, and they are all associated with the Crimson Shadow."

"?!" Night Baron became rather alarmed as recognized the term that is associated with one particular cosmic threat that is considered a literal metaphysical threat to everything to the point of total annihilation, turning everything into mere nothingness. "You saw Elemental Parademons?! What else did you see?!"

"I saw everything burning, civilians running away, soldiers opening fire at the demons, aerial battles throughout the skies, our cities and towns being under attack by the dreaded abominations. But it isn't just that, there appeared to be rifts that lead to different worlds, connected in an unnatural way. Five worlds, five Earths: Our world, Kyon's world, Sota's world, Lelouch's world, and last but not the least for this Earth seems to be at the center of the convergence: Touma's world. Something is about to happen in the next few days, Night Baron, and it has the Order and several other groups throughout our world becoming extremely concerned."

"Anything else that I need to know about," Night Baron asked out of concern.

"Only that this crisis seems to be centered around you and the four other members of the Jack of All Trades. Multiple players are making their move, Night Baron, in preparation for the coming storm. From what I heard, the SCP Foundation is now about to initiate universal-wide shields that could help to keep the monsters at bay, but it may not last, and evacuation plans would be carried out as swiftly as anyone can. We're all losing time, and time is no longer on our side this time."

Night Baron begins to lean towards the back of his office chair and enters into deep reflective thoughts. He removes his hat for a moment in order to scratch his head before putting it back on.

"Thank you for informing me of this, old friend," he said, grateful for the warning. "If it is as bad as you say, it may appear that Team TARDIS, all ten of us, would have to assemble once more, each and in our own way. The difference however is that this may perhaps be the fight that could depend on our very own lives," he would show a concerned expression. "What about Mochida-san and the others? Do they know about this?"

"No," Gilead shakes his head. "Not yet anyway. I'd plan on telling them eventually. As a matter of fact, I think that we should sound the red alert throughout our world. Many TARDIS School Students would need to be informed of this as well, for their safety and that of their friends and family."

"Good idea," Night Baron nodded. "I'd also have to notify my father and Uncle Batman about this threat. They would need to be fully aware of this as well," he side glances for a moment, breathing a heavy sigh. "...You know, I thought that we have more time..."

"So did I," Gilead said with a sad smile. "But as I said, time isn't on our side this time. Actually, now that I thought about it, the Doctor would have probably been aware of this by now, knowing him, and he's probably planning a lot of things right now that could potentially ensure our own survival."

"It's the Doctor, there isn't any doubt at this point, especially when the threat that we are dealing with was one of if not the greatest of his enemies," Night Baron spoke grimly.

Multiverse: MV Multiverse

Universe: The Dark Dimension

There was a place in the MV Multiverse.

A strange and hostile dimension, it is an amalgamation of itself and all other dimensions.

The Dark Dimension.

There lies the Dread Dormammu, an ancient primordial being of immense power, a member of a powerful race known as the Faltine, extra-dimensional energy beings born from pure Magic. His face was that of a ball of orange flame that was forever arising without any greyish form of smoke. He wears dark black armor from the chest to the feet, with red center linings reaching the bottom.

He was simply seated on his throne. And he was concerned.

He was pondering the mysterious happenings that have been occurring lately throughout the wider multiverse. Time almost felt as if it were dying. The resounding echoes of drums that held beneath the deep were being heard by his multi-dimensional senses that rippled back and forth as if signaling to all of the higher beings that their days were numbered in a fraction of an instant that was relative to them.

He oversees the vast armies of his Mindless Ones, once created by Plokta, a powerful disembodied entity, as a way of slowing the expanding empires of rivals, virtually unstoppable engines of destruction. But now, they serve Dormammu as his powerful minions.

He recalls the deals that he had made with his semi-former foe, Dr. Stephen Strange. He hasn't forgotten them. He will honor them. Especially so when it came to his very own survival. And the survival of Doyle, his estranged but no less acknowledged son.

"Be grateful for this, Strange. I do not do this lightly by my own heart," he mutters in a narrowed tone.

"Then perhaps you ought to take this lesson to heart then as you are able to."

Dormammu would twitch as he felt the presence of an indescribable being who was many layers ahead of his own tier of power, whose appearance seemed to be star-like and had apparent antlers from its back. An unquestionably close equal and yet someone to consider as a foe that has bested him before. After all, he had fought this being who is the mere embodiment of Eternity. Every universe in the MV Multiverse manifests itself within this anthropomorphic being. Solitude is his daily lot. Beings such as Dormammu may be nothing more than mere flickers of thought in the depths of measureless consciousness. Such was the nature of the embodiment of all there is, for even the word 'god' is beyond such descriptions.

"Eternity. Why are you here in my realm?" Dormammu asked, curious and irritated at the being who had humiliated him many times before.

"I am merely acting in accordance with my duty to oversee all," Eternity simply said, his face showing a sign of contemplation amidst a very dark and grim situation, with the vast stars beneath his own presence feeling a tremor felt through the endless void. "Is that a problem?"

"...Do as you will," Dormammu simply left it at that.

There were far bigger things that he needed to focus on.

The survival of everything including him depends upon it.

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Dies irae - Animation OST: disce libens

Multiverse: KK 2004 Multiverse

Universe: ACMI Universe-Prime

Back on ACMI Earth-Prime...

Index Librorum Prohibitorum was sitting down at the chair, holding on to her teacup that has brewed herbal tea which is simply the combination of boiling water and botanicals like fruits, flowers, barks, herbs, mints, spices, roots, berries, and seeds. From another side were Dr. Stephen Strange and Othinus who were drinking their own respective herbal teas; the former was sitting from the opposite side of Index, facing in front of her, while the latter was seated on the side. Sphynx, everyone's favorite calico cat, was simply enjoying himself, his tail wagging delightfully, and was seated in the chair facing Othinus' direction, meowing happily and in good behavior.

"Hmm. This is quite the excellent tea, Lady Othinus," Dr. Strange congratulated Othinus with a smile.

"Why thank you, my dear doctor," Othinus spoke with humor, with a smile accompanying it. "Years worth of practice and experience has taught me well."

"Now then, Index," Dr. Strange turned towards the Anglican Sister who paid close attention, lifting her face from the teacup. "How is it that you are feeling right now?"

"...Hmm," Index simply gave a pondering expression before answering. "I feel...strange. It feels like...like I'm being bathed in clear water. The mana flowing through me seems like I might as well be a well that is capable of lifting its own water. What is it that you did with me, um, Master Strange?"

"Master, eh?" Dr. Strange gave an amused smile. "That is quite the bold title that I may find myself to be undeserving of such. Why call me by such a formal title?"

"I...I don't know...It just felt natural for some reason," Index said, bewildered but clear.

"Hmm. You can sense me, can you? The intricate balance of mana flowing from within my spiritual veins, and the fact that the ley lines seemingly deliver it's fountain supply of man to add to my own for molding them to my liking?" Dr. Strange explained.

"...Yes," Index slowly nodded. "I've never felt any magician capable of doing such a feat. The only one that comes close to such would be..."

"...A Magic God," Othinus spoke with a smile. "Yes, Lord Strange does tend to feel like such and yet is blatantly not so. Powerful but tenacious, one who had toppled more gods in a mortal's lifetime of a thousand years, and one who has earned my respect."

"You flatter me, Lady Othinus," Dr. Strange said, his smile turning humble. "And besides which, I did not become like this in one day or week or year. It had a multitude of experiences, the lessons that I've learned, and the things that I have lost. And that is something that I have to bear as a Sorcerer Supreme."

"Master Strange. Just what is the Sorcerer Supreme? What title does that presuppose? How does it function?" Index asked, curious.

"Good question," Dr. Strange said with a sad smile, one that held a deeper meaning of several lifetimes. "There are many things to describe the title as such. In my case though, it is not for showing off the title of the strongest despite the intricate wording of it. Far from it. Rather, it is one of great power and responsibility, and it is also my cross to carry for the rest of my days. I serve as a protector of my native world, of Earth, and every other world with intelligence, ingenuity, and mortality."

Index couldn't help but pay close attention to the gentleman who seem quite sad when describing what appeared to be his life. There is a skill that Index had managed to pick up when one has always had her memories loss for one year total in a single cycle. You might say it was more about honing its instinctual nature.

"Let me ask you a question, Index," Dr. Strange spoke with a smile. "What do you know of the Multiverse?"

Index blinks at the wording of the tone. "...Multiverse?"

"Some would prefer it belong to the realm of scientific inquiry, but others seem to refer to the possible pseudo-magical means that might be possible to attain due to secret gnostic knowledge. In actuality, the Multiverse is as far above the mere concepts and notions of how humanity has understood the nature of the terms 'magic' and 'science'. The Multiverse does not discriminate, no matter the belief or unbelief of the individual. What worlds that are real can be real. What worlds that are unreal can be made real. As Sorcerer Supreme, I have traversed through countless dimensions and countless realms, and even I would not dare to say that I comprehend all there is or will ever be, just as the stories that make up the realm of fiction tend to become infinite and uncountable in sheer volume; length, width, height, and depth, all part of a single whole that stretches back and forth unto eternity."

Dr. Strange would begin to twist his elbows in a circular fashion.

"The question now is...who are you in this vast Multiverse, Index Librorum Prohibitorum?"

Orange lines would be conjured and drawn. Hands joined together and form a circumferential pattern as if opening a doorknob. A circle sigil turning square. Geometrical lines are conjured through the manipulation of the laws of the universe and the energies that are to be found. Each universe is unique. It has its own setting and its own rules. Most can be shaped by an outside force. Some are much much harder to do so.

Index could feel herself leaving her own body and seem to be taking on a trip. It wasn't sudden. It was gradual. She feels as if she were leaving the Earth and was now projecting herself by her own soul via her astral form that is in the shape of her own body. Odd, she thought. She could still feel her body, and yet she felt nothing physical could seemingly pass through her.

Her journey began as she was lifted up into the air and saw the vast blue-green planet that she had called home. Then her mind begins to see strange realms without any way to describe them at their fullest. A realm wherein she was colored in mere paint and whose lifeforms resemble the home filled with the gift of aestheticism found within national museums. A realm wherein she would see cube-like structures that seem to come forth in various patterns that seem to bespoke of advanced mathematical prowess. A realm without space, and yet seem to carry within it an expansion of stars that encircle around each other, defying the normal laws of logic.

Many realms passed by. Strange and yet seemingly so vast that filled the wonder of the nun who had lost her mere memory.

Or did she now?

For she recalls an image...

And she was seeing it...

In the heart of London, there lies St. George's Cathedral. That is where the young silver-haired nun known as Index Librorum Prohibitorum was brought up. And the sister was seeing what appeared to be a happy memory as she could not help but pay attention too.

"Kaoriii!"

Index was seeing herself. She was seeing a younger version of her sprinting towards a young Japanese woman, her black hair tied to her back, and her clothing consisting of a short white T-shirt tied into a knot at the bottom and her jeans have one pants leg cut off to be very short.

Why? Why did it make her feel so somber?

She holds her head slightly, her eyebrows knitting in concern, her breathing seemingly slowing down as if she didn't need to breathe in this timeless realm without thinking, as if she had just walked straight into the ocean. Yes, it was an ocean indeed. An ocean of memories. This was but one part of her memories of long ago.

"Welcome back. How was it? The Vatican?" the young woman—Kaori Kanzaki—asked.

The Vatican? She thought in concern as she looks at her younger self. If she didn't know any better, this appeared to be one day when...when she had already begun to increase the number of grimoires from within her mind.

"Erm. It was dark. And it smells like mold too," the young Index replied in childlike curiosity.

"Was there any bad things done to you?" Kanzaki asked out of concern.

Why? Why did this feel so painfully familiar?

Were these the better days, she wondered?

Her memories were limited before the lock was dispensed by Dr. Strange, replacing the seal with a new particular stitch. A new kind of magic that allows her to have the power over the five elements, and had been given a head start by being allowed to access her grimoires without one single cause. Many countless spells, many countless techniques, all hers for the taking for her to master. She was a library of grimoires, but she knew that she needed time and effort, more practice was needed. No, more than needed, it was necessary.

She looks out into this memory and felt not one but two familiar names that would be uttered softly by her lips.

"...Kaori...Stiyl..."

One was Kaori Kanzaki, the young woman with a ponytail. Then was the other one coming forth in his mere black robes. A priest in training by any other name, short for his height.

"Stop blabbering crap, Kaori. I was around too. Those who harm Index, I won't let them come even a half step closer," Stiyl declared in bold confidence.

And yet...Index could not help but have felt her heart shatter into pieces based on a promise that had inadvertently never come to be. For it was the plan, you see. Planned unexpectedly by not just anyone, but someone who was her and her two precious friend's superior.

"...!"

Index jumps back from one memory to the next, and she was now face to face with the woman who had seemingly ruined her life. But...this was no ordinary woman...For the first time, she had felt feelings of disgust and even outright fear as she was staring into something totally non-human in the body of a discarded figure of tragedy and mockery.

This woman was the Archbishop. A cruel twisted irony.

Why can't anyone see her just the way she is, but only her?

She saw something malevolent within a contradictory personality of balancing both "good" and "bad" alike. Clothes in mere beige robes. She was something that was likened to a white rabbit disguised as a slithering snake.

It had Index shaking and trembling.

She wanted to leave. She can't stay here. She can't.

And her wish was granted as she left the realm of memories, and the twisted smile that accompanies it.

Who am I in this vast Multiverse?

An echoing question that would haunt Index as it shudders upon her mere memory. Memories of long ago. And by the time she came too, she was already back towards the table, sitting on her respective chair as she felt herself breathing once again. She blinks as she noticed the two individuals showing concern towards her.

"Index," Othinus would say with an expression of worry, standing up from her seat and placing her right hand on her right shoulder.

Dr. Strange spoke grimly. "Tell me, Index, what did you see?"

"...I," Index softly muttered, her emerald eyes were haunted by something that even she could not erase from her mind. "...I saw something...A...A demon...A demon in disguise...The woman who made me what I am today..."

"Archbishop Lola Stuart," Othinus said, her expression narrowed and turning grim, displeased at the name that had come forth from her friend's mouth because of the suffering that the name it supposedly but not assuredly belonged to had imposed an unfortunate and unnecessary burden on Index. "That's who you saw, wasn't it?"

"Y-Yes," Index nodded, her body shaking in mere tremors. Othinus was gently embracing her friend and trying to comfort her. "I just...how...? How can..." How can nobody, including her, realize this farce and atrocity? Is what Index would have thought of as a question, only that she didn't finish it out of fear and hesitation.

"What you have just seen is but a memory made real, as if you had traveled to a time before, but only for a mere fraction. And thus, you were not just seeing that memory, you were reliving it, experiencing it, your entire mind and soul were sent to the past and you have seen and beheld it with your own eyes. That is the magic that I have mastered based on study, dedication, and experience. However, the virtues behind this are no less important. Humility most of all. My nature as a Sorcerer Supreme demands such practice of the virtues, in line with my work as a doctor of magic and science, for before I was a Sorcerer Supreme, I was but a simple surgeon. The arrogant one that I was before I lost the ability to use my hands based on an automobile accident that would change my life forever," Dr. Strange explained, raising his own two hands, the yellow gloves dispersing temporarily for Index to see the scars on his hands. "Ever since then, after many long years and years of experiences, I've finally managed to attain my hands back, but I have never healed the scars in order to forever bind me to the mark of recalling who I really am. The reason I asked the question: 'Who are you in this vast Multiverse?' is but a simple and complex question that cannot just simply be answered on a whim, for it takes a lifetime's worth of lessons and experiences that needs to be filtered and processed. And that in turn would be your first lesson, Index Librorum Prohibitorum," Dr. Strange explained.

"Lesson?" Index became curious, Othinus slightly letting go of her hug.

"As of the moment when I have placed a new symbol from within to replace the lock that held and bind your full potential, you now have the capability of manipulating the very Earth and the Universe is within your grasp. Not just that, but your grimoires are easily accessible to you now more than ever before. I know that you can feel them all inside, the dust that had been collected inwardly had seemingly all dispersed as if they were never there," Dr. Strange explained.

"Yes," Index nodded, for it was true that she could feel all of the books within her mind, and the information that lay in store. The child within her grew to maturity. The knowledge that had been locked had been restored. And little by little, her memories seem to come, but only within the time that would tell, and it must not be rushed.

"Aside from the newly gained magic, the other part of your training lies within your books. With that kind of knowledge, you can have the power to make everything bend to your will, for good or for ill, which is why I am offering to teach you, magician to a magician, a master to an apprentice, that is if you would have me," Dr. Strange explained with a genuine smile.

Index was blinking, curious at the offer, her interest sparked with wonder and awe as she begins to learn what she could do as every fraction of a second was ticking on the clock that was nearby. It took her several minutes to think of an answer, and the answer was...

"Yes," She said with such determination and resolve. "Yes, I accept, Master Strange."

She accepts, for the sake of following her own path that would let loose the bonds of predestination. She makes her choice, her ultimate desire, and the memorable experiences that she had made with two friends that she had thought that she had lost were now found again. How many more people had she met before losing her memories once more? She must find out. In order to do so, baby steps are required.

Both Dr. Strange and Othinus smiled. And Sphynx would meow from the background.

"Excellent," Dr. Strange smiled. But then, he would suddenly turn serious as he faced another direction, almost as if he were expecting something. No, someone. And there were three individuals heading their way. "Oh, dear..." He looked towards Othinus who also sense something coming, glancing at Strange, as if she understood. "It appears that we have visitors. Index, here's another lesson for today, try not to be surprised at the sudden arrival of someone that you may not be familiar with, or if this someone is familiar with you in particular. If all else fails, a mother's instinct knows best."

"?"

Index was confused. But the question would be provided with an answer in the form of a colorless aurora curtain that seemingly appeared from nowhere. Three people were coming out from it. One was a young man that she had never seen before, wearing a formal set of attire consisting of a red collared shirt, black suit, and black shoes, and there was a pink vintage-like camera strapped around him.

"Strange-sensei, Fensalir-sensei," Sota bowed his head out of respect.

"Sota," Strange smiled in acknowledgment, nodding at the young man. Othinus in turn was smiling at the young man, acknowledging his respectful greeting.

"...?!"

What draws Index's attention were the following young girls that came out of the curtain that was now dispersing into mere thin air. One of them was someone that resembled the young girl named Mikoto Misaka, with the only difference being her raven hair, height, and chest proportions, as if she were a spitting image of the middle schooler who had recently just left not too long ago alongside Misaki Shokuhou and Touma Kamijou. And the other...

"..."

There was a nun, wearing the same manner of clothing as Index was. Index was confused. The spitting image of her, aside from her raven hair, height, and chest proportions were staggering to behold. It almost felt like looking at a mirror. But then...she noticed the teary eyes that were widening by each measure of a second. And the young woman who was clearly trembling, almost as if she refused to believe what she was seeing, spoke softly...

"...Mother."

"?!"

Index would widen her eyes in shock.

Mother?

And before Index could have the time to process this, the young woman in nun-like clothing would suddenly draw near to her, sprinting quite fast. And then...she embraced Index, much to the latter's bewilderment which then followed into concern as she would slowly but surely hear the young sister crying, and it seem to be quite terrible and shuddering.

"Ahh...Ahhha...Ahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The young raven-haired sister was crying. Index didn't know what to do. She was confused.

Who was this woman? Why is she crying? In fact, why was she hugging her?

Except, for Index especially, her presence felt oddly familiar to her. It was like she was from some other world where she made different choices. It was almost like you were instinctively reacting to a family member that you had only recently found out about.

It almost sparks something within Index. A maternal type of instinct that she didn't know that she had. It was almost as if she was twice her age as she usually was. And there was some truth to it unbeknownst to her. Before the Imagine-Point and the War Against Death that came before it, Index had originally lived like a child and had all of her adventures played out according to the script of a testament. But then came the War, and then came the point of divergence, and everything became so different like she was born again in a different kind of way. In a sense, she could qualify as an adult and the strangest experiences of déjà vu were becoming stronger, even more so now when she would recall bit by bit memories of her own past.

Index, despite all odds, was patting the young girl in the back. She may not know this young girl, but she felt a connection to her, however brief it was based on the sense of touch. And everyone else became silent; the young girl who was the spitting image of Mikoto Misaka—Miyoko Kamijou—showed concern for her alternate sister but would not dare draw near, feeling that this was a moment between mother and daughter.

The daughter—Angelicus Communis Universalis—imperfectly though it may be, had finally reunited with her mother after living through a month without hope, a month with nothing but eternal HELL.

Somewhere in an abandoned highway connecting District 7 to District 2...

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Why does this keep happening to me?"

It was Misaki Shokuhou...

Actually, it wasn't. For she was Misaki Shokuhou, but not the one from ACMI Universe-Prime.

This was an alternative variant from a different universe altogether. Three Days would be the most significant experience for this variant, and the times when she spent with her beloved Prince for something that she still cherished to this day, despite it seemingly coming to a mere end.

How did she get here? Who can say? For a similar experience happened to her in a similar way to the two daughters of the Imagine Breaker. She ended up in a world that is different from her own, and she has yet to realize it.

Even more so...

She was in enemy territory. And she is about to be drawn into a battle that would shake her in more ways to come.

"Grrrr," a wolf-like beast from afar would growl softly as it would see the prey.

Insert Song: End

ED Song:

Terminator Salvation - Break The Silence (Soundtrack)

12 Core Members:

Tsukasa Kadoya/Kamen Rider Decade - A: Masahiro Inoue

Dr. Stephen Strange - A: Benedict Cumberbatch

Main Companion Protagonists:

Shinichi Kudo/Conan Edogawa/Night Baron - VA: Minami Takayama

Sota Mizushino/Kamen Rider Decade - VA: Daiki Yamashita

Main Heroine Characters:

Index Librorum Prohibitorum - VA: Yuka Iguchi

Othinus - VA: Asami Seto

New Characters:

Gilead Solomon Burgundy

Dormammu

Multi-Eternity

Characters From Other Fanfiction:

Misaki Shokuhou (Three Days - By: ArmoredCoreNineBall) - VA: Azumi Asakura