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Episode 21


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Metal Gear Solid : Peace Walker - ''Heavens Divide''


PART 1

Flashback

Her name was Gabriel the Archangel, the most beautiful woman of Heaven. Mysterious and feminine, most if not all of the beautiful qualities of a woman found just in her. One of the Four Great Seraphs of Heaven. She wears a modified nun's habit, of pure white and glittering gold. Her blond hair is kept under her veil and headdress. And her emerald eyes touch downward with a speed of determination. And with her twelve beautiful dove-like wings that flapped with an ease of mobility, she now graces through the skies of the earth, of the realm of mortal man.

Where was she going at nightfall and in such great haste?

Somewhere in a certain village in the snowy plains of Bosnia. Her Father wanted her to personally go down there in order to investigate. But whatever for? He did not say directly. He only had that impressionable look on his solemn, white-bearded face, whose eyes were saddened and seemed to be looking somewhere from beyond. Whatever the case, only she among all of the angels was sent.

It was a snowy year, in the year of December 1291 A.D.—Great War Era.

Now, she has descended with her wings, flapping as the snow creates a swirling effect.

"...!"

Of course, even as she tried to make a landing, what she found out with her eyes can only be described as a massacre. Many villagers were charred and burned. Houses were reduced to rubble. The trees were all cut down and scorched. Flames were everywhere. And her eyes recognize among the dead, one of the religious institutions of the Catholic Church, the Teutonic Order. They were a crusading military order tasked to fight and defend the common peoples of the land against the fallen angels and the devils. Speaking of one of them, there were fallen angels that she can also see, but they too were burned like charring scars. Their black wings were merely nothing but burned feathers and ash.

"What has happened here?" She muttered softly, cautious and mentally prepared for a battle.

And with that, she heard a large explosion that came forth from the horizon that was a few kilometers nearby. With her senses, she notices something amiss. And with full haste, she allowed herself to transport from one location to another with the usage of her Enochian circle. And from what she found...more dead bodies of knights and fallen angels. And...

"...!"

Something else.

She sees a burning saucer of sorts, one of pure bronze. No, not only that. There were many of them, all burning, as the metal melts into nothing, and the smoke would be sensed from within one's nostrils. But there was something about this saucer that made her describe just one word.

Evil.

That was the only proper term for her to come up with.

"...Ah!"

And Gabriel would see something...someone standing on the plains...watching with a blank expression on his face. No, not just blank, they were tired and war-weary. It was like the expression of someone that did not want to be here and did not want to fight anymore, but must. It was...a very familiar signature, one cloaked to all, but nevertheless was all too familiar. He was a very tall man, handsome but sorrowful that touches her heart more than most, with black hair and grey lines on the sides, along with a black goatee with greyish features, showing signs of age. And he was wearing a kind of military attire that most, even her, were not familiar with.

"...Azazel," She muttered softly.

Yes...Azazel...The Governor General of the Fallen Angels...

Why was he here? What was he doing here? And what does he have to do with this senseless massacre and these...saucers that burned like incense on the altar?

Nevertheless, she would need to meet up with him.

She took careful but quick-paced steps and head towards him. She noticed immediately that he never seems to look at her, nor was there the familiar sense of perversion, desire, and passion that can be found in those two violet sharp eyes. Was this truly Azazel? A doubtful question was brought up to her mind.

And she draws near. He still does not look at her. But he does lower his head down, slowly showing a deprecating and miserable smile the more she draws near.

"I assume that Father sent you?" Azazel asked with a gentle tone that was full of sorrow, that Gabriel could detect. But why ever for?

"...Ye-Yes," Gabriel muttered with caution. She was looking at the downcasted face of the man who every once in a while even before he had fallen would give her a glance of desire or two. But this...? This man standing in front of her...? It is far from the Azazel that she knew.

"Don't ever tell this to anyone, Gabriel, and I mean no one," This man whom she no longer was familiar with, spoke with a tone of authority but never lost the tone of gentle accommodation, respect, and sorrow when addressing her. "And I would wager that...Our Father would not want you to divulge this matter too."

And with that, he would leave immediately, turning towards the other direction.

"Wait!" Gabriel raises her right hand, not knowing what is happening, but for whatever reason, her heart felt drawn to this stranger. She could only say stranger, not his actual name. Because she had a terrible feeling that this Azazel...was nothing like the Azazel that she knew.

The man stops but does not turn around. Only silence reigned as the blizzarding snow was only felt. The burning saucers by now have already disintegrated to ash.

Gabriel would slowly make her way towards the man, walking to the left in a half-circular pattern, before looking into his face that was still lowered, as if not daring to look at her. She raises her right hand slowly, and then she slowly reaches this face, a face that looks like Azazel but is not so. She can feel something else. As she touches this face, the violet eyes would close as if the man could feel the breezing comforting touch that he never thought would feel ever again, nor will again.

In the blizzarding snow...all she could ever feel was sorrow. A deep sorrow surpassing most. Why? She tried to look deep into this man's memories, but they were blocked from her. Impossible, she thought. She can read the minds and hearts of even the highest of the angels. Why was this any different? Is it because this man does not want her to look upon it? Was he ashamed of it? But even this does not explain why she can no longer see into his mind.

"...Gabriel," Azazel finally looks at her with a sad smile, one that made Gabriel's heart touch with concern and confusion and other mixtures of feelings that she could never hope to describe. "I know you have questions..." His expression turns serious but never loses the gentle aspects. Strange...it almost felt like talking with Father. "...But not now. You have to let me go. I cannot stay here for much longer."

"But why?" Gabriel could not help but ask. "Where are you going?"

"Not where, when," Azazel muttered. His eyes and smile were becoming more mysterious and enigmatic for her.

"When?" Gabriel muttered, her eyebrows scrunching. "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"

In fact, some part of her felt that it made sense. Travelling through time and the manipulations of anything related to time is not out of the realms of possibility. She can think of other pantheons that have their own deities that can do such and such acts. The mysterious Father Time, Etu of the Lakota mythology, Ikenga of the Odinala beliefs, Bangun Bangun of the Suludnon mythology, and many others. There were also the Second and Fifth Magics to consider as well. And yes, even the highest among the angels can make use of time manipulation, although travelling through time, especially to the future, is majorly forbidden for the most part as a general rule due to many specific reasons that Father related and reiterated unless there is a very good reason for doing so.

But still...

There was something that Gabriel was feeling when looking at this face, this man who she no longer knows. Where was the man who would sometimes ogle at her general figure? Where was the man who was attracted to her and to her beauty? Where was the man who fell due to lust? Where was that man? She can never find any trace of him. It almost felt like...that man never truly existed...

"...Need not to know, Gabriel," Azazel smiled bitterly. "You know I cannot tell you anything about that. You know the law."

Oh, Gabriel knew the law of their Father, more than others in fact. But that was not what bothers her at this moment. What bothered her was Azazel. What could have changed this man, a man with hormonic urges and bizarre hobbies, into someone that Gabriel could not put a finger on?

"But still...I cannot simply let you go," Gabriel stubbornly insisted.

"Why?" Azazel spoke with a sad smile.

"Because...Because...your face..." Gabriel muttered with a hesitant tone.

"What about my face?" Azazel asked again.

"...I...Why...Why do you...look like that?" Gabriel asked in worry.

"...That..." Azazel gently touches her right hand, letting it go from his face. "Is something that I cannot tell you at this time. Though you'll understand later," He said this, and with a gentleman's attitude, he kissed her right hand, properly, without any lustful intent, and with respect, one that made Gabriel blushed a bit. And then, she felt the hand of the man away as he walks a few distances.

And then, she would see Azazel walking towards a conjured portal, whose trace lines were that of gold (time) and blue (future). There were the familiar doves and circles of the magic circle from all sides, but there was something...odd about it. There was the presence of a blue hourglass in the center. She sees him walk to the portal and leaves, his presence never seen again, leaving a worried Gabriel to ponder her thoughts.

And she looks at the burning wreckage of saucers...which are nothing but vaporized dust, with not a trace left to them.


Gabriel the Archangel had lived for so many millennium.

She witnessed so many things in creation. She witnessed the biblical events of Adam and Eve, of Cain and Abel, of the Great Flood, of the Tower of Babel, and many others. She also witnessed the rise and fall of many pantheons throughout history. She had experienced plenty of battles as a warrior maiden and messenger of her Father. She was the Wonder Woman that people, especially women, aspire to be, the Living Branch of Paradise that connects people, the Lily that grew among the finest soil, a Shining Beacon of Hope to many who desired salvation, and plenty of other good qualities that were embedded upon her own good nature.

But...

Even with all of the millenniums of experiences, this was a new kind of feeling that drew upon her heart.

When she met the strange traveller, neither of the angels nor of the fallen, but something else, an angel from a third kind of encounter.

"Do you remember the story that I told you and some of your siblings a long time ago, Gabriel?"

Her Father's voice echoed into her ears, and even when he had long since passed away, his words still hold firm within her heart. How can one forget? The times when they were young and little, but strong in might and secure in the arms of one's embrace. And in this circumstance, she recalls a memory of a conversation between her and her Father in private.

Gabriel asked about the story she was referring to, for there were so many that it could not be an exaggeration that it would be able to fill up the stars in the vast6 cosmos themselves.

"Well, then, my dear daughter, allow me to relate to you once more the story of the Wandering Angel, Patron of the Wayward and of the Weary."

It was a simple story. One that Gabriel had heard plenty of times. It was the story of an angel that had been given the most tremendous intellect and the finest of gifts. Many were at awe at his wisdom and charisma, and many in turn were confused by his eccentricities and hobbies. He was an angel whose nature did not conform to the norms of heaven, making him quite the conundrum of the higher courts and a jester to the normal, common everyday folk of the clouds. But even with all of that, he was still a faithful child of the holy and true. At least...until one day, there was a curiosity that gotten the better of him, and one that had been a temptation of intimate contact with the daughters of Eve.

Intimacy was hardly the problem. It was the intention however that became different. And that would spiral him to his downfall, and along with him, a third of the stars fell with him. And thus, they came down, fallen from grace, they became an outcast to their fellow brothers and sisters. But even then, their Father still loved them and watched out for them.

And their Father felt grieved for many centuries during the times of fighting between siblings. And this grief still remained even long after his passing. Then, the Wandering Angel, tired of all of the fighting and unnecessary suffering, retreated to himself and no longer care for most daily affairs except for the most important ones. And all he cared about was upholding the peace between his fellow brethren.

But the peace would not last. For everything would suddenly come to an abrupt halt when horrors from beyond would come down upon the earth and other realms, razor sharping it until nothing remained. Only the Wandering Angel was left. And that was why he was the Wandering Angel. For he was the only survivor, the only angel that remained when everyone else perished. The powerful and the wise, the lowly and the humble, the weak and the downtrodden, there was no exception. He was the only survivor.

And in the fires of war, he was reborn from its ashes, doomed to walk on a new road, as the last of his kind, and live in a new world, one that reminded him of his old home, but nevertheless was too different. An unknown outcast, an unnatural exile, a forever grieving angel whose scars never wavered.


So many centuries later, in the year 1923...

Gabriel, wearing a simple modified nun attire that was now changed to a color of black, was cloaking herself with sophisticated interior spells, and was currently listening to a specific conversation in the spacious larger-than-life room of brick and stone. She was currently visiting the Underworld, in the realm and territory of the Fallen Angels

There were two men there. One was Azazel, the man who unintentionally stole her heart so many centuries ago, and the other was...

"Have you heard of this...Hitler fellow, Azazel?"

...Kokabiel.

His appearance was quite intimidating for most people. He was quite tall, had pale skin that reeked of death, and long hair reaching his neck. He had pointy, elf-like ears, reminding Gabriel of the many variations of elves from Europe and others and something that stood out among the fallen angels. His clothing was rather formal, one with a black formal business suit common to Western usage. But above all, it was his eyes that made Gabriel narrow.

Because hidden behind those eyes lies a soul that wants nothing but perpetual war. It was no secret that Kokabiel is among the fallen angels who hated the peace. Of course, from the outside, he still maintained his loyalties to Azazel, but Gabriel knew that this was nothing but a façade.

"Oh? What about him?"

Azazel, still as handsome and solemn as he ever was, Gabriel sometimes thought to herself with a light-hearted smile, just as she remembered him after all of these years. He was wearing a scientist lab coat, and a wardrobe that felt like it was something out of Wall Street, a grey business suit and all. Azazel was simply reading the newspaper in his hands with a kind of boredom look, but Gabriel could detect a little flinch from his eye, if only for a split second, one that even Kokabiel did not notice.

Ah yes, Gabriel thought, he was just as concerned for this Adolf Hitler as everyone else is at the moment. The same could be said of her. After all, the man named Adolf Hitler is one controversial figure among the pantheons due to his rather...unique views of the world, to put things mildly.

"That controversial debacle in Munich Putsch had sparked a fuss throughout the entire country of Germany and it now has full sway over his influence. Thanks to that event, the Germanic mythologies are even concerned just for a bit since that country is under their joint jurisdiction. Imagine that..." Kokabiel mused a bit. "...One human...capable of rallying a country...through nothing but words..."

"Words can mean either power or poison in this case, Kokabiel," Azazel noted, still not taking his eyes off the newspaper.

"Hmm, I do wonder about that," Kokabiel seems to muse at the prospect. "Unknown to most, in fact, Hitler is a member of that Thule Society, a relatively new player on the block. Before that Hitler came along, most magical societies didn't take them rather seriously due to their rather strange and bizarre things, and many of those seem to be targeted mainly at Father's chosen people...but with the circulation of events that spiraled in Munich, rumors also have it that Hitler has certain plans in the making for both the human and supernatural spheres. Some of these rumors seem to suggest that he's planning something..."

"Following unverified rumors, Kokabiel, at this day and age?" Azazel mused a bit, his smile though was not reaching his eyes which were more blank and professional. But Gabriel could decipher it well after learning about him for so many centuries.

"Someone has too," Kokabiel mused. "And someone also needed to confirm those rumors, which I have confirmed some of them from certain spies that I have tasked with the job."

"Well, the Grigori have always benefited well from your information sources," Azazel said.

"Then if that were the case, you better start worrying about some of our...shall we say, clients in the human world then over the next few years or so," Kokabiel turns serious. "Because one verified rumor has it that this Hitler plans to collapse the entire Western economy."

In the shadows, Gabriel was listening, narrowing her emerald eyes, and her ears could not help but perk with interest.

"...How far-reaching is it?" Azazel's face turns serious, looking at Kokabiel straight in the eye.

"Worldwide," Kokabiel answered simply. "Every major city around the world is predicted to be hit hard, especially those dependent on heavy industry. Construction in particular will be virtually halted in many countries, and some may even be nonexistent. Farming communities and rural areas suffered as crop prices fell by about a predicted percentage of about 60%."

"Any idea when this would happen?" Azazel asked.

"Could be today, could be tomorrow, could be the next year or so, no one really knows an exact concrete date. It's still on the theoretical papers and has yet to be applied in full," Kokabiel responded with a shrug. "Whatever the case, this may affect some of our cooperative projects, if not directly."

"Hmm, I suppose Tamiel would be rather busy to sort these things through for the next few days if this had already reached his ears," Azazel brought up the Grigori's Head of the Business Department.

"Oh, it did, because I personally told the poor shmuck about the news and would want to tear his head off for that," Kokabiel mused while softly laughing a bit. Then his face turns serious. "Which reminds me, Azazel..."

"Hmm?" Azazel hummed a bit. Gabriel, hidden from sight, was listening as well.

"...I have heard from Baraqiel that you have gone up to Heaven last week ago," Kokabiel made an interested and curious smile.

"Yes, what about it?" Azazel raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, no reason," Kokabiel mused a bit before standing up to take a walk toward the door. After a few meters of walking, he stops suddenly, with his back turned to Azazel. "And well, one would think that it's a little bit suspect to be in cahoots with one of our enemies at this time."

Gabriel narrowed her eyes a bit.

"It's just simple talks, Kokabiel, old news that is hardly a big deal these days, and they are closely related to the current situations on the ground, so not exactly a casual social call either. And may I remind that you our enemies, including us, have agreed to a ceasefire centuries after the war, so they are not technically considered enemies, but neither are they considered friends either," Azazel reminded.

"Hmph, I suppose that's true," Kokabiel's expression was unseen, though it wouldn't be wrong for Azazel and Gabriel to assume that he was displeased on the inside.

In truth, Kokabiel was completely tired and weary of this farce as he called it. This temporary ceasefire between the Three Factions. Since this so-called peacetime, all he ever felt was absolute emptiness. Not a minute, not an hour, not a day goes by that there were these reoccurring nightmares of the war from before. It still haunted him even in his sleep. And even when he was awake, it still haunts him.

He can never fully attain peace like the rest of his comrades. What lay under his mind was a warrior through and through. He was bred for battle and war, not for peace and quiet.

But there was another bubbling thought that crosses his mind.

The peace felt wrong for someone like him. All those deaths, the deaths of all of his comrades during the Great War, what was the actual point in all of this? The easiest response is to blame Father, right? Wrong, especially when he's dead too. It felt like he was living in a sick joke, living in a world where everyone is simply forced to lay down arms because all of them were crippled and depleted. The fallen angels were standing on their last two legs without any form of hope. At some point, Kokabiel knew, there would never be any fallen angels again at some point in the future. It would just be angels and devils again as it was in the olden days. Because they were the only Two Factions originally. The fallen were merely a splinter group, they were cut off from their natural resources of Heaven and forced into a corner of their own, fighting for survival and recognition like rats.

He had been living for far too long, and he'd be damned if Azazel thought that he could simply just casually mock those who have gone before him, following him even into battle, Kokabiel thought.

What happened to that war general? What happened to the man who commanded entire legions of fallen, serving under his beck and call, and did not hesitate to stab through enemies left and right? What happened to that man?

Because right now, Kokabiel couldn't even recognize this man, and it only started to happen sometime after the Great War, and it has gotten even more perceivable during this modern period.

No wait...Kokabiel thought...That doesn't sound right...

It was more than just that. And the Azazel he was questioning of, that perverted lecher and isolationist of artificial sacred gears, the one he hated...was not the same man who is talking with him.

Something had changed. This Azazel that he was speaking to him was so very different that, not just him, but every fallen angel noticed as time passes by. While he carried on with the so-called ideals of peace, he was also much more precise, much stricter, cold, and professional, along with carrying a more mysterious aura. Kokabiel remembered that Azazel once demanded one day that a census be given to him at the most opportune time, of every written name of every written fallen angel, pure ones and otherwise. Whatever for? He did not say. He only wanted it and he wanted it now. And so, everyone obeyed and Azazel got the results he wanted.

Next, he did not tolerate past prejudices likely. The man was even more strict with regard to maintaining peace. He allows opinions and discussions, but outright insults, pointing of fingers, and fighting till one bleed, is out of the question and is to be punished, depending on the gravity of the offense.

If anything, in public, he acted like how he was supposed to be and so much more. He acted like an actual superior officer who commanded the full attention of his lower officers and privateers. And he also desired peace above all else, upholding the treaties relating to the ceasefire between all Three Factions. Such a walking contradiction. A man of war and a man of peace. What has happened to you, Azazel? Why have you gotten so soft over the years? And Kokabiel can only think of one person.

Gabriel.

It has to be about her. Who else could make the dreaded Governor so soft?

"("Always the women for him, especially relating to that flummoxed whore. Don't think I haven't forgotten about that obsession of yours, oh once glorious leader.")" Kokabiel thought with disgust.

Unlike Azazel who fell because of lusting after a lesser woman of Earth, Kokabiel fell because he was a warrior, through and through. He never really belonged to the realm of the now dead Father. He always wanted more. There must be something more. And now, the common and raw desire that he has is to make sure that his kind, the fallen angels, the pure ones, remain on this Earth and become the evolutionary superior of all; the strongest of the Earth. He wanted his people to endure and survive because they among all of the three are the lowest in terms of population.

An impossible task, that Kokabiel thought to himself, because plenty besides the Three Factions would take ire upon Kokabiel's methods. Let them, his prideful mind thought with no hesitation. All of this, he was doing for the good of his people.

"("For the good of my people.")" Kokabiel thought.

Gabriel in the meantime can hear the thoughts of her former fallen comrade, narrowing her eyes out of concern, empathy, and the feeling of not knowing how to help this poor soul. Kokabiel turns his face around and smiles, but for Azazel, he knew that it was not a genuine kind of smile, but a mask that hides beneath. And Gabriel noted this as well.

"One last thing, about this Hitler fellow, if he ever does become an actual problem for us specifically in the future, then you would not mind if I do what needed to be done?" Kokabiel asked.

"Well, I'm not necessarily stopping you on that front, do as you wish from that point onward, just don't too overboard that would jeopardize the peace and relationships that we have established," Azazel narrowed his eyes.

"That's reassuring. Then, I've bothered you long enough, Governor-General, so I will take my leave for the time being," Kokabiel explained.

"Of course," Azazel nodded.

And then, Kokabiel went to the front door which automatically opened. Kokabiel steps out of the room and the door automatically closes, leaving Azazel. Azazel then sighs heavily. He lets the newspaper down on his desk and pinches his eyes in sadness.

And in the next moment...

"...Hmm."

He can feel a warm hug from his back, with two interlacing fingers wrapped around his chest, and the womanly assets that felt even warmer and consoling. This feels familiar. So painfully familiar. And Azazel can only smile sadly.

"You were listening, weren't you?" He asked. He never needed to ask who was hugging him from behind. And he can even feel the touching soft cheek felt from his right side. He can just tell just who this presence belongs too. She was always the best when it came to cloaking one's presence.

"I was...And I am so very sorry about that since I may be intruding upon your privacy," Gabriel, decloaking himself and revealing her warm and compassionate presence.

"Don't be," Azazel smiled a bit, turning to see her beautiful and angelic face. "I'm actually glad you came. It makes things easier at least by the second time around."

Gabriel mused a bit, currently embracing Azazel and enjoying it with a light contentment. "How long have we been meeting in secret like this, I wonder?"

"Since the Great War, I suppose," Azazel muttered with a soft smile. "I remember you once looking so very confused at the time, not knowing what to make of me."

"Now that you recall that memory, I admit, I was very curious for a long time, and I was even more so when it was Father who asked me to go to wherever location I may find you at the time...at least...before his passing..." Gabriel made a saddened expression.

Azazel's expression turned sad. "If it helps, I missed my Father too, the Father from my world."

"Ah yes, I remember when you told me such and such things," Gabriel made a concerned expression, tightening her hug. "Never would I have imagined something like that to happen to you, in any world."

"Well, it's all over now, the War that I fought I mean," Azazel said.

"But traces still remain nevertheless," Gabriel continued while tightly embracing the man of sorrows. "So that's why...you should let me do this...for all of those times and memories we shared."

And so, the two angels were simply quiet, enjoying each other's comfortable company.

This had been quite a secret tradition for the two for a long while ever since Gabriel had finally caught up with him in terms of the relative timeline. From Gabriel's point of view, she had to wait entire centuries, and each time, every encounter with the stranger from the future made her mind wander and her heart flutter. He was so very different from the Azazel that she knew that if she didn't know any better, she was looking at an entirely different person.

Well, she was not wrong when she came to that conclusion.

This Azazel had effectively replaced...no, replace isn't the right word...This Azazel had always been the Azazel of this world, one that came about through a temporal process called the Quantum Detail Attachment Lock, attaching a specific person from a specific world to another. Well, from what Azazel had explained to her, this was technically still his universe, just...radically different. His and other universes were destroyed by a terrible war and had now been made to conjoin together to form the foundations of this reality, the current iteration of the reality that Gabriel knew by heart.

The look on Azazel's face when he once explained this to her made her heartbroken. Because a sorrowful epiphany dawned on her. Azazel was the Last Angel. He was the last of his kind, the last trace and vestige of his native reality that had passed away. She...once asked if there was anything that could be done about it...Azazel responded no. There was truly nothing that can be done.

"If there was a way to bring my reality back, then nothing would make me happier...But...think of it like a shattered rock for example. You can possibly put all of the pieces back together, maybe bring a few other broken pieces along, and join them into a new one. But...it's never going to be exactly the same way it is. Reality is fragile like that. I...can never really go home...Not now...Not ever..."

And that was the reason for her current hug. She now made it her utmost duty to keep Azazel company. He needed something warm for a change in the face of the cold hard truth.


Many years passed once again...

"Oi, Shidou, get back here!"

"Haha, catch me if you can, Shinichiro!"

"Ah, wait for me, you two!"

Azazel, sitting on a park bench and wearing a black business suit, was somewhere in the large and spacious Tenguu City Park. The afternoon sunset was already seen on the horizon. Right beside him was his wife, Natsuki Minamiya, wearing a white lolita attire. And on his left, there was Gabriel who had free time on her hands.

But what were they doing at this place?

Simple. They were secretly watching the three childhood friends that were playing simple tag. The six or seven-year-olds ran around with joyful smiles on their faces. And their parents were just there, talking with each other. But among them, there was one specific child among them that the three would actually watch knowingly.

Shidou Itsuka.

And right now, memoryless, unaware of the loss that he would inevitably have to carry for the rest of his long natural life. They say ignorance is bliss, but Azazel even had some doubts about it. And he was rather concerned overall for the boy that he had met during the War, so he took it as his duty to keep a close watch on him. An old man that is reborn into this new reality, born to the Itsuka Family. Now he was truly a part of this world and of its history. But even then, his rebirth was a bit unnatural from a certain point of view.

Why?

Because he was born during an eclipse of all times.

But why was that a bad thing?

Well, it wasn't...normally that is...but Azazel could not shake the feeling that was tugging across his heart.

"It seems that the boy is doing well for himself."

"...!"

Azazel, making a surprised expression, recognized the voice. Natsuki also recognizes the voice and expresses the same reaction. Gabriel was just as surprised because she never sensed the presence of this person oddly enough.

They turn to the left to find a person walking towards them. The way that this person carried herself was something that made Gabriel's brow feel like sweating for some reason. She did not know why, but something within her gut was telling her not to underestimate this woman. And she recognizes this woman. In fact, Azazel had told her about this person a few times before when talking about the War that he fought. She never really met her in person, but she can already tell based on Azazel's account, from what she can see from the old war photos, and other available records that this woman was quite dangerous and determined. And Azazel and his wife were two people under her command.

She was a woman with long, wavy blond hair. She had one left glittery green eye that had a slit-like iris while the other eye was covered with an eyepatch. She was wearing a simple white blouse with a black coat, a long grey skirt, and gloves used for gardening.

"...Boss," Azazel muttered with a respectful tone. "What are you doing here?"

"Am I not allowed to pay a visit to one of my subordinates, you old eagle?" The woman responded.

"Well...no, but...I never expected you to visit when you're supposed to be busy back in your world," Azazel said, scrunching his eyebrows.

"You should already know that I can make plenty of free time on my hands. Besides," The woman would look at the young Shidou Itsuka who was playing with his childhood friends, Shinichiro Takamiya and Kyoko Akatsuki. Her arms were crossed. "I also wished to see how the boy is doing."

"Ah...I see..." Azazel muttered.

This is one of those things that the old members of a certain group of special individuals called the Temporal Special Forces would take to the task. To watch over Shidou Itsuka, the Boy Who Lived, the Last Man Standing. He was their common responsibility after all.

"You're still worried about the nature of his rebirth, correct?" The woman's eyes narrowed.

"...Yes, I am," Azazel nodded as he looks at the boy from afar. "Especially with the current information that we have. Solar Eclipse, Exempt Adept, and I are already working on it right now."

"See to it that you three do," The woman nodded. Then her eye paid close attention to Gabriel, who could not help but be attentive and felt like sweating. "Oh, and I see that you brought your Seraph with you. I don't believe that we have personally met, yet I know who you are."

"You...You do?" Gabriel asked.

"Yes...Of course, I cannot divulge my name here, so I would prefer you to call me by my other name, if that is not inconvenient," She asked.

"No, of course not, I understand," Gabriel sported a serious expression. "Madame Raven Wolf."

The woman, Raven Wolf, nodded with a positive affirmation. She would walk towards Gabriel with an interested expression under her slit-like eye. By the time she reaches her, she raises her right hand. "And on behalf of myself, I would like to show my gratitude for taking care of one of my subordinates. He tends to be a stubborn old fool." She said the last part with a smirk.

"Oi," Azazel could not help but mutter with slight annoyance.

"...No thanks are necessary, ma'am," Gabriel smiled a bit, a little encouraged as she raises her right hand and shakes it firmly. "I was just merely doing my duty after all."

"Oho," The woman's smirk never left her, but was only a bit heightened. "I feel like it has a little more to do with duty...and what would you say about this, Snake Bite?" The woman turns to Natsuki who simply gave a hmph sound, with arms crossed.

"I have already known about my husband's tendencies for the opposite sex, so I have already become used to her admittedly preferable presence," Natsuki casually stated.

"Oi, I'm still here, you three, and since when did this talk turn towards me anyway?" Azazel made an exasperated and bewildered expression.

"It's your face, it's an easy target for diversions, for an Avenging Eagle," Raven Wolf merely suggested, her smirk never wavering.

"That's just hurtful, Boss, I call foul play," Azazel made a dejected expression when he immediately realizes that there are three women that are currently ganging up on him.

"...Hmmm."

And the same three women were currently laughing.


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ENDER LILIES | Mili - Harmonious (Extended, Slowed, Reverb) + Rain ambient


PART 2

Flashback

Sometime in the deepest past, long before the events of Shidou Itsuka's tenure as a Kamen Rider and long before the War that would no doubt come unbeknownst to most...

It was one rainy but quiet night in the suburban area of Tenguu City.

There was a beautiful woman with pale skin and tired eyes who was carrying a basket crib that carried a healthy baby boy that was sleeping soundly, with a little blanket to keep him warm. The rain never seems to fall upon them as the woman appears to be dissuading the tears of the heavens with the subtle powers that she carried. For you see, she was known as the First Spirit, she was the Spirit of Origin.

It had been so many years since...

"A…...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh──!"

That moment...

The moment when her beloved had passed away. Her most treasured person. Her most loved individual. Her everything. The boy and the man that she loved more than anything.

And now, the time had arrived for the boy that she carried on her shoulders to be born. The boy that she had given birth too through a special kind of process that involved taking the corpse of her beloved and was now inside of her to fill.

One day, one day, this child would grow up. The plan would be set in motion one day. Until then, the boy must grow up, far away from her presence. That panged through her heart for some reason. A kind of maternal instinct told her that she never wanted to part from this baby boy, the only living proof of the existence of her beloved and of herself. But she must part ways with the boy.

It was not just about the plan that she worries about. It's his safety admittedly. The monster that took the boy she loved would no doubt be taking an interest in him. She was a danger that needed to go away. She needed to leave the boy in the hands of capable people, trusted people that she at least knew. And she knew just where...

As she walked, she spotted a simple suburban house that was nearby. It had a dark blue rooftop and the layout of the walls was white. The terrace was brown and the garage door on the front was silver chrome.

Yes, this was the place. A place where the boy...No...her little baby boy would grow up, safe and sound, at least until the proper time.

However, there is a doubt within her heart that relates to the little boy that she carried with the arms of a mother. Why is she even doing this? Because she must. But a whisper ran into her heart. Something that she had been suppressing for many years. Would this even work? It was in relation to the plan that she had regarding the boy. The baby boy that she held had a special kind of power due to being born from her.

The ability to absorb power.

Someday, one day, once the boy is born he will be raised, and obtain a stable body. Then, she would have to spread the seeds across the world for him to get it one by one. The woman would watch only from the sidelines. Then, once the boy obtained all of the power, the boy will have a power that would prevent him from being harmed by anyone. Close to possessing eternal life.

Afterward...

What...

A shudder from her heart gnawed from within her. From somewhere in the back of her subconscious mind, there was the stewing seed of doubt that is coming to the forefront. And it grew stronger the moment she was right near the front door. The wish to resurrect her loved one...by sacrificing this baby boy who was her son... But there was another dilemma. Some part of her at least knew that her plan is doomed to failure. She was the most powerful Spirit in existence...but a true resurrection from the dead was beyond even her own power. She may be able to recreate the personality of her loved one, but it wouldn't be the same, it would just be a different person with the same memories, exact or otherwise.

And so what is to be done?

Why...this boy of course...it would serve as an eternal reminder of another thing...

The harshest reality that the woman refused to acknowledge. The boy was to be a weapon. A weapon against her. Because she was not as weak as normal human beings. She can practically live on forever, even for a thousand or so years, and beyond. And so, the boy was the key. To end her life. But she would not think of something like that. No, it's not that it crossed her mind, it was that she refused to acknowledge such a concept, but it was nevertheless a function that she would give to the boy.

Since losing the boy she loved, the entire world felt like a colorless canvas, with no beauty to be found. Everything was dull and hurtful, reminding one of past hurts. Everything was just a curse disguise as a blessing. Truly, her wish was that she desired to pass on. She cannot kill herself, and so, the boy would serve such a role when the time does somehow come.

A twisted sort. But then, the woman—the mother could not help it. A mixture of her interior turmoil.

The rain continues to drop. And the woman was lowering the basket crib to the floor. And afterwards, she raised both of her arms and gently carried the sleeping child who was humming positively, as if detecting the presence of its mother, to which is so and so.

The woman in particular was silent. It was not that she had nothing to say, it was just that there was so much for her to say and can only be transmitted through the caring arms that she had. She was gently rocking the child for a very long time. How long? Seconds, minutes, an hour or so that seem to pass by?

She...She did not want to let go...

She...She did not want to let go...

She...She did not want to let go...

"...Shin," She muttered softly under her breath.

The nickname, common to both the boy she loved and the son that she gave birth too, was like an intermixing of the past and future as if it were a bridge to the unknown road not taken.

"...Forgive me, Shin. This is where I must leave you here. But do not worry, these are good people, and I would know...you would know..."

She says that, but she did not really want to part from this little one. A maternal instinct screams.

This was her son!

But what about the plan?!

What plan?! It was doomed from the start and you know it!

But...?

A struggle. A tug of war lay within her mind. She would bit her lip, her pale but beautiful face twitching with pain. She did not want to part with the boy. The tears in her eyes were slowly leaking.

No! I must!

No! I shouldn't!

A repeating mantra. The love that drove her on to this very point in order to revive her loved one. But there was also another kind of love. The love of a mother. And it was at war with the love that she had for the boy she cared so much. She can only stand there and continue to embrace the child, rocking it and letting her be set at ease.

...But after a while.

...She would come to a decision.

...And it was not an easy decision.

Because...Because she knew that the man who killed the boy she loved—Isaac Wescott, the man responsible for her misery, the man she felt the urge to wipe from the face of the earth, would be looking for her son.

At that moment, she—Mio Takamiya must make the decision. The hardest decision of her life. To leave her son at the hands of familiar and capable people.

"Forgive me, Shin...It has to be this way...But...do know that your mother loves you..."

She spoke with tears in her eyes. With a grimaced tone and expression, she gently let her baby back into the crib. And her hands were slowly...removing from the baby.

And now...

With tears in her eyes...and the rain complimenting her sorrow...and triggering the doorbell of the house...Mio Takamiya would recede into the darkness of the night.

Little by little, she walks backward before floating away until she was at a proper distance, but still relatively nearby. But...

"...Wa...Waa...Waaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The baby boy somehow noticed that his mother was gone. The touch that he felt was no more, somewhere distant.

A door would suddenly be opened, revealing a beautiful woman with long red hair and casual clothing.

"Oh my! Dear! Dear, come quickly!" She shouted.

Her name was Haruko Itsuka. And as she carried the baby boy in her arms and tries to shush him gently, she noticed a note that was left on the basket.

"What the...A baby...?" The husband, Tatsuo Itsuka, a man with black hair and also wearing casual clothing, would notice the child that his wife was carrying and showed a mixture of surprise and concern.

Haruko would give the baby to her husband, gesturing for him to take him for a bit as she would inspect the note that was attached to the basket. And as she read it, she found these words.

"Please take care of Shidou."

"("Shidou...? Is that the baby's name?")" Haruko thought with concern.

And both Itsukas were looking at each other, with the father carrying the crying child and trying to calm the latter down.


And from afar...

There was Mio Takamiya...

And her tears never wavered...

"I'm sorry, Shin...I'm sorry..."

An echoing sorrow from a beautiful voice was heard, but no one can listen, because no one knew she was there. In the dark corner of the night, in the rain fall that showered from the heavens, at this moment, she questioned herself on whether what she had just done was the right thing to do.

It was about the plan...right...?

That thought was always replaying in her mind. But some part of her knew that it was nothing but a personal excuse to hide from the reality. Her beloved will never come back. All she would have left as a memory was...her little Shin...

And also...she did not want Wescott to find him. This would be the very last place he would consider actually looking. And this was a good thing. The man was dangerous. It was not because he was more powerful than her. Far from it. If she wanted to, she could kill Wescott with the flick of her finger. The problem is...that man is the type of person who would even prepare for his very own death. That man was sick to the core, finding pleasure in the sufferings of other people. And he was her greatest enemy.

Which is why she needed to let her little Shin have a normal life, just for a bit. He will find out eventually of what he needs to do in the future. For now, she would need to prepare the pieces so that they would all come together at a precise point.

But...

She refused to leave. At least not yet. She needed to be sure that her little Shin was inside the warm house of the Itsukas. And after more than few seconds of talking, the Itsukas were now heading inside the house, with her baby in tow.

But...

It felt as if the door closed, every second felt like a painfully slow motion. And by the time the door closed, only the woman was left, watching from afar, as her Astral Dress blew from the cold. A sorrowful maiden and mother were crying at the moment.

"We...will meet again...Shin..."

And she would slowly float away and turn back...leaving her baby in good hands...


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OST Fate Stay Night - Kodoku na Junrei


PART 3

Present Time

As of now...

On the bright noonday that was near to the afternoon period, a door would open that would lead to the stairs, and out came Professor Paradox, showing a calm smile and with his walking staff, and following him was Shidou Itsuka, Sona Sitri, Rinne Sonogami, Rio Sonogami, and the others that came along. The wind was slightly picking up somewhere in the east. And from the bushes that were nearby, there were the butterflies that were now gathering like flocks and flying straight away.

Paradox was now somewhere near the balcony of the rooftop, and he seem to be overlooking in a certain direction. He smiled a bit as he turned around to face the young people. "Well, what are you all waiting for? It's the lunch hour is it not? You should all eat your meals. Pay no further attention to me, for I am simply here to wait for something."

Everyone was looking at each other, not sure what to think about this. Shidou, in the meantime, was only looking at Paradox with a healthy dose of concern because of how and why Paradox was here. Because, Shidou thought, Paradox does not suddenly appear without any good reason for most of the time. And in a situation that he and many others are currently facing at the moment, it would only lead Shidou to conclude that Paradox's visitation is in relation to that.

"Umm," Rinne was the first to respond, raising her right hand while keeping her daughter by her side, not knowing who this man is. The only thing she does know is that her husband, Sona, and everyone else knew him. And she felt a kind of mixed signal from him. He wasn't a normal human, that she can be very sure. She can just feel the subtle presence that this person carried himself. On the outside, he looks like a scientist with a steampunk military makeover look. But Rinne can just tell that this was merely scratching the surface. "Forgive me for asking this, but who are you exactly?"

"Oh, my apologies, dear. I suppose that at this moment in time, you aren't as well acquainted with me right now as your husband and the other young ones here. And this is in fact my first official meeting with you. Quite curious, especially when I tend to sometimes meet people out of order," Paradox smiled a bit, with a hint of mysteriousness. And Shidou could not help but pay attention to that too. Sona couldn't help but pay attention too.

"My name is Professor Paradox. As to who I am, I am what is called a Time Walker." Paradox introduced himself.

"Time Walker?" Rinne made a surprised expression.

"Umm," Rio would sport an intrigued expression. "Does this mean that you can travel through time?"

Most were surprised when they heard Rio's question. Paradox smiled a bit, his grey eyes seem to twinkle with merriment. In one moment, Rinne and Rio were surprised when they see Paradox suddenly appear from the spot near the balcony to just right near them.

Did he just teleport? That was Rinne's first thought. She would see Paradox crouch down and look at the innocent eyes of her daughter.

"You could say that, young one," Paradox would begin to grab something from his pouch. There was a bag that contained gumballs. He draws one out and smiles at Rio. "Would you like a gumball, dear?"

Rio would look first at her father because the latter seem to know about this mysterious man.

"Papa, can I take one?" Rio asked.

Shidou smiled a bit. "Of course, Rio." He said that as he looks at Rinne silently, reassuring her that everything would be alright.

Rio, smiling brightly, would take the gumball with her left hand and would eat it, tasting the lemon flavor and humming with a satisfied smile.

"It's very delicious, sensei," she said.

"I'm very glad to hear that," Paradox smiled. Then he stands up and looks at Rinne. "You have quite a wonderful and insightful daughter, my dear."

"Oh, well, umm, thank you, Paradox-sensei," Rinne smiled a bit.

Paradox nodded. "I know that you all have many questions, but I feel that they would need to be saved for later." He gestures to their lunch boxes with his walking stick. "Once again, to remind you all, it is lunch hour." He winked with humor. And then, his expression turn to one of contentment as he lifted up his metal arm, as if trying to tell the time. Then he appeared near the balcony once again.

Nobody knew what to do except eventually deciding to prepare to have lunch. Sona, through the use of her magic, would use her hand that summoned a blue magic circle, one that awed Rio and intrigued Rinne. Then the mother-daughter pair would notice that there would be a simple picnic blanket to accommodate them all. And so, the lunch began. Even with the few conversations that came from a few others like Shinichiro and Kasumi, Shidou and Sona, even as they focus on eating their meals, would not let their eyes go on Paradox who was just watching from the balcony, looking to the east.

The lunch was mostly silent, with a few looks here and there. At some point...

"Sona...Rinne...Guys..." Shidou whispered, after eating his meal and closing his lunch box. Everyone was paying close attention to him. "...After we finish up, we're gonna have to ask Paradox-sensei again why he's actually here."

"Agreed," Shinichiro nodded grimly. "Paradox-sensei doesn't just randomly visit us all of a sudden, most of the time that is."

"What does that mean?" Rinne asked, sporting a look of concern and making a frown on her face.

"Like what Shinichiro-kun once said, Rinne, Paradox-sensei is the type of person who does not just appear. Whenever he does, it would usually take the form of a simple warning or guidance for how one would need to proceed for the next possible moment," Sona explained briefly.

"Yeah, aneue, when that old man does show up, expect shit to go down at some point," Rock the Haze muttered.

And then, after finishing the meal, Sona would make the blanket disappear with her magic, snapping her finger in order to do so. As they made their way to Paradox, they could not help but notice that his expression was turning more grim the more he looks at his gauntlet. Shidou felt like sweat was now coming out from underneath his brow and his heart beating with anxiety. With each step Shidou takes, it almost felt like he was stepping into another kind of time. The time that felt like a fraction in between the moments when one knows that something would happen in the next.

As Shidou, Sona, Rinne, and the others draw near, Professor Paradox would glance at them with a sad smile on his face, and it never lost its grim features.

"Ah, I see that you are all finished with your lunch. That is good. Also commendable of the food you had partaken. Nutrients can help one's daily living after all," Paradox said.

"Sensei," Shidou made the first move. "With all due respect, as much as I and the others are glad to see you again, why exactly are you here? And does this have anything to do with my wife and daughter?"


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Dies irae 『Gregorio』


Now, Paradox's expression turns grave. He muttered with a contrite smile. "...Well, at least you all managed to finish your meals in time, because you may need to keep your strengths up...Because something is about to happen, Shidou, and according to my calculations..." He said this as he glances at his gauntlet. "...Oh dear," He muttered. "I would suggest that all of you were to step back a few meters away from the balcony, because in less than twenty seconds, there is going to be a ground-shaking event if you will."

Shidou and Sona both widened their eyes. There was a rush of reiryoku energy that was far from the east. It was brief, but they knew that it was close to revealing itself. Sona, leaving no time to waste and heeding Paradox's warning, would suddenly snap her fingers, mentally calculating the distance, and send Rock, Kyoko, Kasumi, Tonomachi, Rinne, and Rio a few calculated meters away from the balcony. It was a blink from one place to another. Sona was making use of Teleportation Magic, a basic form of magic that allows her to, in the case of what had happened, transport people to a specific destination of the spellcaster's choosing. Of course, Sona would transport herself as well to the same destination. Shidou and Shinichiro would transport themselves as well, following close behind.

Tonomachi, feeling a tingling sensation at the back of his skull, would widen his eyes as he turns east. "("What the heck, Spider-Sense!")"

"...!" Rinne, widening her eyes, would feel something. She turns her eyes east and felt something...familiar...and powerful... Rio was feeling the same thing as well, and would look in the same direction.

...And then.

A sudden shake on the ground. A very violent one.

"WOAH!"

Shinichiro would transport himself to Kasumi and Kyoko's side as they both fell down on the ground. Shidou would transport himself near Rinne and Rio, embracing them as they all felt the strange power gushing out from the east. But...something felt odd. No, not just odd. It felt nightmarish. From the skies above, they all can see multiple literal cracks, flickering like static, from the sky, ones that felt like shattered glass, an unnatural phenomenon. From the east, there appeared to be a hovering black sphere that was slowly forming, and the gushing wind that was growing into an ominous blow.

The shaking stopped at least. And everyone would look at the balcony...the now destroyed balcony due to lack of one. Paradox did not seem to be unaffected, only staring at the east as his grim expression did not waver, with the light wind being the only thing felt as it swayed his clothing. And from down below, there were the disheveled students, with many who were on the floor or ground, who had felt the sudden earthquake. No doubt, everyone in the school, no, the entire city of Tenguu felt the brief but violent tremor. And they too would notice the strange phenomena up above.

At the same time, Sona, also feeling the same power fluctuating in the east, would waste no time and instinctively summon something from her side, one that Rinne would notice. It...oddly looked like a magical girl staff...one that has a golden star in its encircled center. The color of the stick was dark blue and it had two dove-like wings attached to the circular center. And she would grab the stick with a focused touch, and with her violet calculative eyes glowing into a pure and clear ocean blue.

"Access: Leviathan!" Sona spoke firmly, and her eyes flashed blue.

The clan symbol of Leviathan (consisting of a capital "K" that had a snake-like line enveloping it) was seen, along with two overlaid equilateral triangles that form a six-pointed star, all in a hue of blue light. It was seen from the ground and was now suddenly engulfing her.

And then suddenly, her entire appearance was changing. No longer was she wearing her Kuoh Academy uniform. It was now changing into something else. Now there was the appearance of a dark blue and white elegant dress fit for a noble of her rank, along with armaments from both of her arms and legs. The dark blue skirt reaches the knees and her feet now wear dark blue and white female formal shoes. On top of her head, there was the sprouting of twitching black cat ears and there was a dark blue headphone attached along with two little dark blue devil horns found on the center. Her golden hair clips were turning dark blue in color. Her glasses, violet-rimmed, were now hued with a dark blue color. And her figure seems to be more apparent and yet never loses its subtlety. And naturally, that included her cleavage held the proper etiquette of a noblewoman being more visible. From her arms and legs, there was the appearance of dark blue metal armor that provides coverings for them.

"...Ah," Rio muttered under her breath as her innocent eyes widened.

"...Ah," Rinne muttered under her breath as her inquiring eyes took notice of the power that was now present in Sona.

As they both looked at Sona, the latter appeared to look like a techno-magical girl that was found on television. For Rio, she felt in awe, along with an innocent touch, due to the theme of her stepmother's clothing. For Rinne, her expression was one of intrigue, especially when she can feel a subtle but potent power that lurks within.

As for Shidou, no matter how many times he'd seen it, he still could never get over just how beautiful Sona looked in that attire. But then, could he be blamed for such a thing, even in a situation like this? Sona was his wife after all, and it was only natural for the husband to still be attracted to his wife. Shidou, after looking at Sona, would look at Shinichiro, and they both would nod at each other. Now was the time for them to transform.

They stood up. Rinne glances in their direction, her eyes looking at the two of them. She would see them both raise their left hand and arm as their back is seen, clenching the left hand. And then they would raise their right hand upwards.

"Henshin!" They both said.

Eventually, they would twist the hand slightly to the side, with their palm on the left and the back on the right. Their left hand would be located on the left side of their waist and they would begin to lower their right hand down to the center before they swiped it to the right. Then they would raise their left hand and swipe it too before clenching it. Their right hand would clench to a fist as it was placed on the right lower waist side, and his body turned sideways.

And then, a bright light would come gushing forth from their waist, revealing their respective belts, and it would engulf the both of them. For Shidou's belt, it was called the Sunriser. For Shinichiro's belt, it was called Moonriser.

Shidou was changing in appearance as he positioned himself, standing straight as his right foot was on the front while his left foot was on the back. He would now don a full-body armor, with a mixture of black and dark-green colors. He had black and dark green shoulder pads, black gloves, and black boots. He also had a silver belt with a bronze rectangle in the center with two red stones vertically attached. He had a silver mouthpiece, large red eyes, and two thin silver antennae. His helmet resembled the Green Milkweed Grasshopper. And on the left side of his chest was a golden-colored symbol with a strange design that looked like a modified 'RX".

"I am of the Child of the Sun!" He declared as he raised his right hand. Then he would place his left arm near the right arm and his right hand now formed into a clenched fist, forming a cross, before eventually raising his right arm to the left and then straightforwardly with his right index finger raised in an X-like pattern. Then he begins to raise his right arm back to the left and then down to the right as if forming an X gesture, before raising his right arm in a circular gesture before his left fist was clenched, facing forward, and his right fist was clenched and place to the side of his right waist. "Kamen Rider Black RX!"

Shinichiro was changing in appearance as he positioned himself, standing straight as his right foot was on the front while his left foot was on the back. He would now don a full-body armor, with a mixture of black and silver-white colors. He had silver-white shoulders and legs, gloves, and boots. He also had a silver belt with a dark rectangle in the center with two green stones vertically attached. He had a black mouthpiece, large green eyes, and two thin silver antennae. His helmet resembled the Green Milkweed Grasshopper. And on the left side of his chest was a golden-colored symbol with a strange design that looked like a modified 'RX".

"I am the Child of the Moon!" He declared as he raised his right hand. Then he would place his left arm near the right arm and his right hand now formed into a clenched fist, forming a cross, before eventually raising his right arm to the left and then straightforwardly with his right index finger raised in an X-like pattern. Then he begins to raise his right arm back to the left and then down to the right as if forming an X gesture, before raising his right arm in a circular gesture before his left fist was clenched, facing forward, and his right fist was clenched and place to the side of his right waist. "Kamen Rider White RX!"

Yes, Shinichiro was known as Kamen Rider Shadow Moon and he was called as such. But there was another name for him now alongside thatr. Kamen Rider White RX. The evolved form of Kamen Rider Shadow Moon.

Tonomachi on the other hand, showing a serious expression, would stand up and raise both of his arms in a cross-shaped position. And red and blue light would engulf him, changing his entire appearance.

No longer was he wearing a high school uniform.

Rather, he was wearing a traditional red and blue spandex suit, made from a skintight cloth, mostly blue with red gloves, boots, mid-section, and mask.

A webbing pattern covers the red portions of the suit, starting at the mask. The suit also has a black spider in the center of the chest and a larger red spider on the back, both of different designs. The mask has updated plastic lenses with a chrome covering that allows one to see out, without letting others see in. The lenses also protect the eyes from dust particles and the glare of the sun while swinging through the city. The lenses are also used to protect oneself from hypnotic and psychic suggestions. In addition, the mask helps to conceal one's identity by muffling one's voice, thus making it unrecognizable to others. There were also wears a twin set of web shooters on his wrists under the gloves. A web cartridge belt is also worn under the suit, which has a spider signal on the buckle. The suit also contains a special set of earpieces that protects one from the effects of sonic attacks. A special kind of bracelet was worn around his left wrist, with many inbuilt functions put into it.

With both hands raised, and now performing a crouching position, maintaining a battle stance reminiscent of a spider, he exclaims as he performed a set of spider gestures through the use of his hands and arms.

"The Emissary of Hell! Spider-Man!"

And as they all transformed, they all turned to the east, and their thoughts all wondered. What was happening right now?! And as they thought about this, the sphere would cease to appear as it slowly vanish, leaving three large crosses sprouting from the skies that were shedding light upon everywhere else in the vicinity of Tenguu City, ones made out of swirling spiritual energies. It made many of them carry feelings of astonishment and concern.

"Ah...!"

"...?!"

Everyone would notice Rinne's expression turning into a hint of surprise. Because her entire appearance was changing. There were light particles and grey static forming around her body. Her hair wasn't changing, but her clothing was transforming into something similar to that of a nun. Her dress is transparent, a bright blue color with several yellow stripes. Her veil is uncovered, revealing her face. Her headdress is dark indigo and light blue, decorated with a golden emblem at the center. And her light brown eyes were now turning into a shade of pink.

"...Rinne, that's..." Black RX muttered softly, his eyes widening in shock and awe as he somewhat sees Rinne taking a new familiar but not-so-familiar form, and her entire appearance made his heart fluttered and entranced.

The mystery, the purity, the dignity, the divinity, all of it was oh so painfully familiar when Black RX looks at this form. A reminder of Eden, both the good and the bad. A time of temporary happiness and a time when the inevitable forgetfulness settled in. Overall, the beauty of his first beloved, his wife whom he missed up to the very depths of his soul. The woman that he would never truly forget from the heart. His mind may draw a blank, but his heart can only utter praises of the highest grandeur.

"Mama...?!" Rio muttered in shock, wondering what was happening, touching the hem of her dress with her delicate fingers.

"...My power...it's...returned?" Rinne muttered softly in confusion. But no, she thought, something didn't add up.

"Wow! This...This is...her Astral Dress...is that right?" Kyoko, walking in a circle, looks at Rinne's new outfit.

"What the heck?" Rock made a bewildered expression. "I thought that she couldn't access her powers?"

"...This is rather strange," Rinne muttered, looking at her entire appearance. "I feel like I'm still missing most of my power and was only restored to but a fraction of my full strength."

"By how much?" Sona asked, walking towards Rinne in order to inspect her appearance.

"...About 5% or 10% I think," Rinne said, speaking what was on her mind that provided the information that was swirling from within her being. She can definitely feel the familiar power. A fraction of it may be, but it was more than enough for her to be capable of defending herself when absolutely needed, or when it came to fighting on the offensive.

While everyone was thinking of what had just happened...

"...Shin."

"...!"

A word was heard. A familiar, painful word. A word that only Shidou Itsuka could hear from his own ears. An echoing word that resounded, clear to his ears but aching to his heart that felt like it just jumped. His eyes, beneath the helmet, would widen. That word...It wasn't something that he had not heard as clear as day in a very long time. Nobody has ever called him by that name in a long, long time. No one. Even the Reine of this world did not call him by that name and only called Shinichiro that.

Shidou glances at Paradox who was now showing an empathetic expression that was now turned toward him. One look from Paradox was more than enough to realize that he too heard the voice. But when he glances at everyone else, especially his two wives and his daughter, they never appeared to have noticed the voice. This voice. This unforgettable and soothing voice. And with it, the sensational and aching feelings that Shidou can still recall from the back of his mind. Memories flashed. The voice came from one that he longed for ever since he was so very young. It related to a specific part of his past.

"...Do you hate your mother for abandoning you?"

A mental picture of a young and beautiful woman comes to mind. The sad and tired eyes. The soothing maternal voice. That little significant blue teddy bear that she always carries with her person. Her pale complexion and skin reflect sentiments of melancholy and world-weariness. That sense of embrace happened only a few times, and most of which he never knew the significance of until it was too late.

Her real name was Mio Takamiya...

But she was also known as Reine Murasame...

And she was...

...His mother.

"...No...No it can't be..."

"Shidou?"

"Anata?"

"Papa?"

Both Rinne, Sona, and Rio noticed something odd about Shidou just now. And everyone else would instantly notice something odd about Shidou. His reaction was subtle, but the little movements of his body were more than enough for them to notice. Shinichiro, being just near Shidou's relative location, noticed this and wondered grimly about what was happening.

Shidou gritted his teeth, never saying another word, except...

"Shidou!"

"Anata!"

"Papa!"

The wives and the daughter were exclaiming as they saw Shidou suddenly disappearing from their vision. No doubt he teleported somewhere else. But where?

"Shidou!"

Spider-Man, Kyoko, Kasumi, and Rock all called out to the now disappeared Shidou in worry.

"Shinichiro!"

Shinichiro, who had been silent until now, would notice Paradox calling for him, noticing the latter's expression.

"Follow Shidou, but try to keep a proper distance, because something important is about to happen and it would be wise to let Shidou handle this one face-to-face by himself just for a little. You would know what I mean eventually."

"Ah, sensei," Shinichiro nodded, not bothering to question the request in light of past experiences with Paradox and his cryptic warnings. Then he would face Kasumi, the love of his life, and speak. "Kasumi..."

"Umm," Kasumi nodded in understanding, for she was just as concerned for Shidou as Shinichiro was. "Go, Shinichiro."

And without further ado, with the permission of his maiden obtained, Shinichiro decided to follow Shidou as well, teleporting and disappearing. Sona, worried for her husband, turn to Paradox and wanted to ask for an answer.

But Paradox, anticipating Sona's worried expression, anticipated by answering with a soft smile. "Mrs. Itsuka, both of you, you two would need to follow him too, but keep your distance as well for a few moments and stay beside young Shinichiro. As of now, another Spirit had just arrived...and a long-awaited reunion is now about to take place."

And while he was speaking, there was a magic portal that was conjured nearby Sona's position, revealing two young women, looking rather concerned and a bit disheveled due to the sudden abruptness of this phenomenon. Both are young, beautiful women, wearing Kuoh Academy's female school uniform.

The first to come out was someone with brown hair in long twin ponytails and green eyes. She was Ruruko Nimura, the current Vice President of Kuoh Academy's Student Council, and the President's Best Girl.

The second to come out was someone with snow-white hair and blue-green eyes. She was Momo Hanakai, a first-year college student and formerly a member of the Student Council.

"Kaichou! Everyone!" Ah! Paradox-sensei! And...!" Ruruko sported a look of surprise on her face, first directed at Paradox, who she recognizes, and secondly at Rinne who had taken an entirely different form, one that made both her and Momo took a hard stop as they both sense a bit of power within Rinne.

"Nimura-san, Hanakai-san, good, the timing couldn't be more convenient. I need the both of you to do something..." Sona looks at Rio who was nearby. She walks towards Rio and gently pats her head. "...I need the both of you to take my and Rinne's daughter to safety."

"Eh?" Rio muttered, widening her eyes. "But...Rio once to help too!"

"Rio," Rinne, who was now walking towards her daughter, knelt down and gently held her cheek. "Listen to your okaa-san and me and trust us, okay. Don't worry, you are helping, by going with two of your okaa-san's friends."

"...Um...Umm," Rio nodded hesitantly, lowering her face. "Rio understands..."

"Thank you, Rio," Rinne smiled softly.

Then she stood up from her position and nodded at Sona. Sona in turn nodded back. Rio would now walk towards the two women that her mothers had ordered to go with, walking near Ruruko who was looking at the little one with an expression of awe and filled with cuddly feelings from her heart due to how admittedly cute the little one is.

"("...Ka-Ka-Ka-Kaichou's daughter...she's so cute...")" She thought.

She would shake her head lightly before speaking with a smile on her face, making a slight bend in order to look at the child's eyes, with both of her hands to her knees. "Hello, Rio-chan. My name is Nimura Ruruko, I'm a devoted servant and good friend of your okaa-san. I hope that we can get along from now on."

"And I'm Hanakai Momo, I too am a devoted servant of your okaa-san, Rio-chan," She said while walking near to Ruruko.

"Hmm," Rio nodded with a cheerful smile. Then, like a good and courteous young lady, she gently bowed politely. "Please to meet you both. Please take care of me as well."

"Kyoko-chan, Kasumi-chan," Rock muttered with a serious tone. "I belive that you should go with Rio-chan and the others too."

"Right," Kyoko nodded with a serious expression, then she looked at Kasumi who also nodded with the same expression.

"Welp, and here's come another crisis event once again for this brave new world to deal with," Spider-Man joked lightly in order to ease the tension.

"Tell me about it," Rock sighed heavily.

"Ne, Rinne," Sona would smile meaningfully towards Rinne who paid close attention to the former. "Do you think you are able to keep up with me in your current state?" She said while waving her Kaleidostick for a bit.

It was not just simply a question of the showmanship of their prowess and power. It was also between a question that lean into the personal; one that was a challenge and a concern that created a little ease and excitement for the two women who are genuinely in love and are married to the same man.

Now that Rinne had gotten some of her power back, she could not help but smile in kind. "Hmm, I can."


It was a few moments earlier, somewhere in Azazel's Laboratory.

The Matthean Lord was still in his meditative pose, never budging an inch. There was nothing for him to do as he was currently still trapped in a holding cell that is specifically designed to imprison his kind.

"("As expected of the Avenging Eagle to think of building a trap just as sophisticated as this.")" he thought.

Azazel had always been the type of person to prepare accordingly, even in the most unlikely of times and circumstances. And right now, he was simply pondering deeper thoughts of reflection. He was thinking about his past actions. Of how said actions had led to his current manner of imprisonment.

Make no mistake, the Matthean Lord was not a person who delights in cruelty, nor was he uncaring to a fault. He did not take innocent lives lightly as that goes against the principles of their entire race, but when it came to the Spirits specifically, there is a certain grey area that needed to be addressed, even if by underhanded and unpreferable methods like what he had just done.

At the current moment in time, the Anawim are greatly divided on the issue of the return of the Spirits to the New World timeline, and he is one of the many who sided against those that deem it necessary to take the Spirits out of the equation before they could do actual harm to themselves and to everything else while they were stripped from their power. For the most part, it would take over several hours of debates, but those debates would sometimes lead to real-time action. The debate would not just be confined to the hallowed halls of their civilization. There would be actions felt even in the material plane of reality.

The Spirits, two of them, the family of Shidou Itsuka, were targetted by him, but not out of ill will, but because of the potential consequences of their presence in this timeline.

Rinne Sonogami and Rio Sonogami were never supposed to make an appearance in this world. That much is certain. So why are they here? How did they ended up in this specific time zone? There were many passing theories that passed on into the debates, and with the unnatural inflection of mana that would create a kind of center point that acted as a summons to something from beyond the natural reach...an unnatural one.

Rinne and Rio are two individuals from the period of 'the before'. They were taken just right before the War. How was this possible? Travelling back to the Pre-War Eras of the Multiverse is possible and there have been many documented cases of it, but it is not something that is highly recommended.

"("...Hmm, if I recall, this gospel in a sense would also act like a keeper of old records. To that, I wonder...who or what can make use of certain unique properties that can allow a kind of rite of passage from the present iteration of the gospel to a past iteration, from one meta-time to another.")" the Matthean Lord thought one time ago.

If there is one unique thing about this universe, or rather, this multiverse, is that, the moment that universes of different metaphysical properties converge to form this known reality, the old histories of these worlds are in a technical sense still there, just laying dormant, like saved corrupted data files that have a whole full of errors and all types of dangerous viruses that shouldn't really get out. Therefore, travel to the old worlds and their histories is still possible in principle through certain methods and capabilities. But it is not something that could be recommended lightly.

Summoning an element from the Pre-War timeline relating to a permanently destroyed universe through a certain method in connection with the New World required a massive amount of power and precision. It's like finding a needle in a haystack. Only in this case, it's more than one haystack that you needed looking. There is far too much hay to sift through and managing to bring back not just one but two is already quite alarming.

And there are one or two concerning factors that he, as a Matthean Lord, can see when looking at Rinne and Rio. The fact that they do not possess their powers. They were drained of it completely like someone hollowed out the water supply. It's still there in a sense, but neither active nor passive. It just cannot be used at all at the current moment, but nevertheless, it doesn't take away the possibility of its usage. And then, that leads him to wonder.

Where did all of that powerful trace of reiryoku go?

And as he was thinking of this, he felt a tremor beneath his soul.

"...!"

His eyes widened with a golden flash. And he can feel something coming. Something that felt like a gigantic tidal wave that would sweep everything in its path.

"...No, this is..."

He muttered with a soft, concealed horror, quickly standing up from his position. He would recognize something like this. And he recognized the trace signature of the Spirit it belonged to. Every one of his kind would immediately recognize it on sight. He can feel the center point...in a location just near Tenguu City...

And then...the shake would occur...

And the Matthean Lord would feel it, body and soul, as well as see the surrounding area quake under the feet. His cell was quite sturdy, not even budging an inch. As expected, it would take a bit more to truly break this cell. But that is not what currently worried him. His thoughts turn grim because this signature, spiking like a high voltage of spiritual power, a divine presence bar none, emerging with sheer potency, becoming far too clear.

Something is coming back. Another Spirit. But not just any Spirit.

It was...the first one...


It was a few moments earlier, somewhere in Azazel's Laboratory.

"Oh come on, Natsuki-chan, get me out of this spell! How am I supposed to work while getting stuck like this?!"

"Liar, you can work just fine. All I did was simply limited your movements to a specific point. Besides, it's your fault for getting a little too close to my husband and the latter asked me to do it. And how can I refuse such a request?"

The deadpanned casual tone of Natsuki Minamiya was heard. She was sitting on a fancy chair with a red interior cushion and drinking a tea cup. Right now, Tabane is currently having her movements limited in a sense. She was not tied up literally. Rather, Natsuki was simply messing with classical physics, the basic three directions of up/down, left/right, and forward/backward. By a specific intent, whenever Tabane tries to move toward Azazel with some dubious intentions, Tabane notices that she ends up in another direction that is the opposite of where she's walking. That had been happening for a while to the point where Natsuki found it amusing.

"Why just me though?!" Tabane, with crocodile tears, with her tablet in hand, exclaims with comedic outrage, with her bunny ears standing up straight. She was also raising her arms in reaction. "You're not even doing that spell of yours with Chi-Chi-chan and she's getting much closer to Azzy than I am."

"That's because I do not bother him too much in his work, especially in serious situations like this, Shinonono-san."

The one who responded with another deadpanned tone was Chisato Hasegawa. But that is merely just her current alias at the moment. Her real name is Afureia, a member of a specific pantheon called the Ten Gods. She is a young and beautiful woman whose face and appearance resemble somewhere in her 20s, with hip-length black hair that has bangs hanging on the right side with two ahoges, green piercing eyes, a mole under her left eye, red round glasses, two green earrings on her ears, and an overall voluptuous figure. She wore a green knitted turtleneck, a tight black mini-skirt along with her cross garter motif stockings, and her signature white lab coat.

One of the things she does in this laboratory is that she acts as Azazel's personal assistant, and she was called in just last night due to the current situation that may potentially blow up on their faces. Right now, she was standing nearby Natsuki's right side, with a plastered exasperated face and with arms crossed.

"I call foul play! Unfair! Injustice! Abuse! Inequity! Bamboozle!" Tabane keeps complaining by using various synonyms.

"Are you just going to keep using similar terms until you get what you want?" Natsuki muttered, raising an eyebrow.

"I can and I will, and you can't-"

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

But something had interrupted Tabane's tirade as her bunny ears were twitching a bit in confusion. She glances at the tablet that she was carrying and noticed something odd.

"...!"

But at the same time, Natsuki and Chisato, sensing something from afar, would feel a chill running down their spine. It almost felt like there was a tidal wave that was coming straight for them. Tabane, looking confused, would look at the screen of her tablet and would see the results. Spikes of spiritual energy, a large wave of concentration of mana, prana, and other properties were encircled in one specific location.

"...Oh dear god," Tabane muttered softly but was nevertheless heard by two of her fellows, as her eyes widened at what she was seeing. She would immediately show the screen to the two, and Natsuki, with quick wit, automatically unleashed a barrier that was made out of dark pink lines. It would protect her and the other two from the imminent seismic quake.

...And thus began the quake.


It was a few moments earlier, somewhere in Azazel's Laboratory.

There was a specific room that appeared to be a mixture between a classroom and a laboratory. Shinji Ikari, Keitaro Urashima, and Keiichi Morisato, three New Generation Kamen Riders, currently on standby, would enter the room to find an interesting gathering taking place.

"...Hmm, hey guys, look at that," Keitaro nodded at the large gathering of young devils plus a few angels and two Dragon Emperors, and one of the Dragon Emperors has his own special team—Vali Team—there as well, along with two designated stooges and one glasses girl, and some others.

Ans from what they can tell, about four specific devil peerages were present and accounted for that all belonged to something called the Rookies Four, four specific devils who are considered not only to be among those who have the strongest peerages, but also considered as the hope of the new generation of devils. Three of the Rookies Four were present and accounted for.

There was Rias Gremory, Sairaorg Bael, and Seekvaira Agares. Sona Sitri is obviously not here because she is currently on the premises of Raizen High School.

Sairaorg Bael is a tall and handsome young man with black hair and violet-piercing eyes. He has a firm muscular build, indicating the extreme training that he had done in the past. Upon resemblance of facial features, it is similar to Rias and even Sirzechs. He was wearing a kind of uniform that reminded one of a cross between a Commodore of the East India Company and a Japanese gakuran uniform. It had a white-grey vest wrapped around the black gakuran uniform, along with black shoes.

Seekvaira Agares is a beautiful young woman somewhere in her late teens, closer to the age group of Rias and Sona, with long, pale greenish blonde hair, long slit pink calculative eyes, and glasses that give off an impression of being cold rather than cool. Her clothes look fitting for female nobles of her age, one that had a flashy design, with accessories that had the seal of the House of Agares which give off a posh vibe. She is wearing a miniskirt and high boots that matched her posh clothing. All of her clothing has a dark blue color scheme with grey areas on her chest.

They, and the rest, were looking with various expressions of interest at a holographic picture of Rio Sonogami, one that was being showcased to them through Tsubaki Shinra's cellphone, and it was a scene that shows her being embraced by Shidou and the slow but sure gathering of the surprised Class 1-4 students of Raizen High School. And the girls in the group were either looking ecstatic or looking intrigued over this revelation.

"From what I can see, it seems that the girls are all gushing over Shidou's daughter. Not that I can blame them of course," Keiichi smiled a bit.

And speaking of said girls...

"Ara ara, Itsuka-sama's daughter is definitely quite cute," The one who spoke was Akeno Himejima, a young woman with a voluptuous figure, very long black ponytail hair and violet eyes, wearing a traditional miko attire, consisting of a white haori with red accents, a red hakama, and a pair of zōri with white tabi.

"Not just cute, she looks just like a pure little angel," The one who spoke was Irina Shidou, a beautiful young woman with violet eyes. She has long chestnut hair that is usually tied into twintails, each held with a blue scrunchy. She was wearing a black nun veil and habit. She had both of her hands clapped and her expression was just gushing overall.

"Hmm, this little one is quite admittedly cute indeed," The one who spoke was Koneko Toujou, a young petite girl with white hair and golden interested eyes. The front of her white hair has two long bangs going past her shoulders and several loose bangs hanging over her forehead, while the back has a short bob cut. She also wears a black cat-shaped hair on both sides of her hair which also acts as carriers of data. She is wearing her Kuoh Academy female school uniform.

"Hmph, you know, I'm kinda happy for the guy, but at the same time, I honestly pity him," Bikou smirked a bit, with arms crossed. He is a young man with short light-colored hair and an athletic build, wearing a specific type of armor that was used in the Three Kingdoms era. He also had a golden crown-like object centered on his forehead.

"What part? The part where he's a father again, or the part where he effectively has more than one wife now despite him not being in personal favor of gaining a polygamous relationship?" Arthur Pendragon said with a soft exasperated smile. He is a bespectacled young man with blond hair with a strand of hair across his face, dressed in an aristocratic business suit consisting of a dark blue tie, white shirt, beige vest, black coat, black pants, and black shoes.

"Well, a bit of both," Bikou shrugged a bit of both. "I mean, sure, there's plenty of problems with that, but hey, the more, the merrier for our famous hero."

"You probably mean infamous in this case, Monkey King," One of the primary stooges, Motohama, a young man with black hair and glasses, wearing the male school uniform of Kuoh Academy, makes a smirk and holds the side of his glasses that made a flash glint.

"Damn you, Itsuka Shidou! Bad enough you got hitched to one of the top five most popular girls in Kuoh and got a powerhouse of women on your side, but now you have another waifu to add to your collection!" Another of the primary stooges, Matsuda, a young man with shaved hair and brown narrowing eyes, cursed the luck of Shidou Itsuka, the Savior of the Three Worlds.

"Umm, guys, Sonogami-san is his wife though?" Issei Hyoudou made an exaggerated smile. If this were an anime, he would have a sweat-dropped expression.

"That's what makes it worst!" Spoken by both Motohama and Matsuda, the comedic duo.

"How though?" Issei asked again.

"Because!...Umm...Because..." Motohama and Matsuda were slowly wavering in their argument as they were thinking it over.

"You don't have an actual answer, do you?" Issei deadpanned, still showing an exasperated expression.

"Sh-Shut up, Pervert Dragon Emperor, like you're one to talk!" Motohama and Matsuda exclaimed.

"Oh, so now I'm the target of your jealousy? Yeah, that makes total sense," Issei deadpanned, resulting in some of the girls nearby like Akeno and Irina giggling.

"Hmmm, he has you there, you two, and this is the same person with dreams of being a harem king, and you're letting him win in his argument? How sad," The one who spoke that also accompanied by an amused giggle is none other than Aika Kiryuu, a young woman wearing spectacles that show her gold-colored eyes, and light messy brunette hair tied into braids on each side. She was also wearing the Kuoh female school uniform.

"Oh, shut up, you four-eyed nerd, as if you are better than us in this regard!" Motohama exclaims.

"Why exactly are you guys still getting worked up by this again? You guys have girlfriends now, in case you forgot," Issei pointed out. His expression never wavered.

"That's one unrelated subject, this is another!" Matsuda exclaims.

"Again, how?" Issei looked bewildered.

"Because it does!" Motohama and Matsuda exclaim.

"That is not a reason!" Issei exclaims.

And somewhere beneath two Sacred Gears...

"Yare, yare," Ddraig, the Red Dragon Emperor, with a tone of exasperation and intrigue, speaking through the red gauntlet in Issei's left arm, whose appearance has a red, claw-shaped gauntlet with yellow accents and green inscriptions. "All of this nonsensical argument about having two spouses and the blossoming of hormonic envy is getting out of hand."

"Like you could talk, Ddraig," Albion, the White Dragon Emperor, with a tone of amusement and with a smirked expression, speaking through the white gauntlet in Vali's Arm, whose appearance has taken on a pair of closed white Dragon wings on the user's back. "If what Tiamat is anything to go by..."

"Be quiet!" Ddraig silenced his rival, narrowing his flashing eyes. "That is an entirely different manner which understandably involves all of her treasures that I have accumulated and borrowed over the years and ones that had been stolen under various circumstances after I was sealed inside this Gear. And of course I do not need to remind you of the times when she is more than eager to kill me and my partner."

"Hmmm, I wonder about that," Albion never lost his smirk.

And from another corner, a few meters away from the gathering crowd, there were the three of the Rookies Four who were together.

Seekvaira was in deep thought as she couldn't help but form a slight smile while whispering to Rias. "Ne, Rias-chan."

"Hm? What is it, Seek-chan?" Rias whispered, making an attentive look.

"From one particular hindsight, it appears that our dear Sona-chan has become a mother now," Seekvaira muttered with a teasing but discreet smile.

For some reason, the pride of Rias Gremory sort of twitched a bit while smiling in exasperation.

On the first part, Rias was quite happy and relieved. She was happy for Shidou who had gotten his deceased family back again. Yes, she was also one of the rare few who knew the whole story, because she knew much to her sadness and empathy just how much Shidou truly missed his family. Being a family man was one of those good qualities that Rias noticed and admired. And of course, she was happy with her best friend and rival who, by this turn of events, would indeed make her a mother. A stepmother to be precise, but that's just playing semantics at this point.

On the second part, and this may be of a lesser and irrelevant sort, Rias was twitching a bit due to the fact that, when it came to Shidou and Sona's married life, from the subtle undertones and that rather infuriating teasing smile from Sona that she can recall in past conversations, Rias's female gut instincts, sharp as ever, and knew when to spot the little details, were telling her that Shidou and Sona had done the deed ever since they got married.

How many exact times, she did not know. For all she knew, based on some past experiences and a few hints, there is also the possibility, even if it does feel unlikely for the most part due to the difficulty of devils conceiving children in terms of age, that her best friend may, in fact, carry a child of her own. Though this one was very unlikely and may perhaps be an irrelevant point to ponder.

However, if that were truly the case, then this would also connect in a way with a third part of the problem that was on her mind.

On the third part, Rias is very worried for her best friend. Not without good reasons. There was the situation surrounding the now complex relationship and marriage status between Shidou Itsuka, Sona Sitri, and the now-revived Rinne Sonogami.

Normally, this kind of thing would not be a problem, and devil society and culture have the concept of harems as the normative due to political and population reasons. But...Shidou Itsuka, the man whom she had been well acquainted with and who became another best friend of hers over the years, had firmly stated his belief in monogamy and choosing only one woman (her best friend) in the end, and rejected every woman that fell in love with him because he did not want to lead them on false hopes and values them as family, not just friends.

But because of the uniqueness of this situation, Sona would either do the following, from how Rias knew of her.

Either...Sona does the most selfless but most painful (and admittedly, from Rias' perspective, stupid) option and amicably divorces Shidou, allowing the latter to continue being with his first wife and his daughter without any hindrance. Rias always knew that Sona had always been the selfless type, so that would not be out of the question in terms of decision making. Or...Sona relents to sharing her husband with his first wife, leading to the start of a polygamous marriage between the husband and the two wives. Either way, both choices have their own manner of problems and no solution is perfect in this dilemma.

And because she knew the man—Shidou Itsuka—that she knew for many years, she sees the possibility of divorce as less likely because the husband is not the type to let the woman he loves truly go just like that. Because Shidou Itsuka really does love her best friend. She could not deny that. She can clearly see it first hand and even may have accidentally stumbled upon their private time a few direct times (seeing them kiss so very passionately or simply embracing one another in contentment) or somewhat indirectly (which she will not like to think about) which made her blush a bit like a maiden, and all of those times, she excused herself away, silently apologizing to the both of them.

And with the three problems taken into account, she now recalls back to what Tsubaki Shinra, her best friend's Queen, had told her. Sona chose the latter option. She chose to share her husband with Rinne, who was his wife before her.

"According to kaichou," Tsubaki explained to her in a past private conversation. "She and Sonogami Rinne had decided for the time being to share Itsuka-sama, with a few preferential boundaries and tact of course."

"That simple?" Rias blinked a bit, with both of her hands on her waist. "And Sona wasn't against it."

"No," Tsubaki shakes her head. "If anything, she thought that it was a fair choice for all parties because Sonogami Rinne was Itsuka-sama's first wife and that cannot be denied. On her pride and honor as a woman of the House of Sitri, she must honor this past marriage."

"I see. I suppose that is fair and proper to all of the parties when it comes to these circumstances," Rias simply responded, with crossed arms.

But even with that line of reason, Rias still couldn't help but worry for Sona.

"Sairaorg?" Rias looks at the tall young man with arms crossed and looking serious. "Any current thoughts on the situation with Shidou-kun?"

"Hmm," Sairaorg's serious expression never wavered, his eyes closed. "In truth, I'm far more generally concerned with the rest of the Spirits who would show up eventually, as Azazel-sensei told us last night."

"...That's a fair point, I suppose," Rias grimly muttered. "Assessing them based on what Shidou-kun told me before, many of the Spirits' reactions could depend upon where and when they are to appear, and how they would react to either Sonogami-san and Sona...And I don't think it would be pretty for some of them."

"Which is where we come in," Sairaorg explained, opening his eyes to look at Rias. "You should know as much as I do that the moment any of these Spirits would appear, there may be those that either would like to take advantage of them due to their potential...or of course to take vengeance upon them through their connection with Itsuka Shidou—Kamen Rider Black RX."

And that made both Rias and Seekvaira show a frown on their beautiful faces. Because they understood deeply the situation that Azazel had discussed with them. Either the Spirits would be sought as potential power sources...or as unfortunate targets. All of the Rookies Four, and their peerages, would have the general mission of assisting Shidou Itsuka—Kamen Rider Black RX because of these and other foreseeable circumstances.

And on another side, somewhere among the gathering crowd, there was Koneko's older sister, Kuroka Toujou, a beautiful young woman with a voluptuous figure, cat ears and two wagging black tails, long black hair with split bangs, hazel-gold eyes with cat-like pupils, along with a frown gracing her face that hid a hint of concern that points to a certain Kamen Rider Black RX due to seeing his grim smile plastered in his face.

She was wearing a proper and formal black kimono, and its color is significant given that it represents either the quality of elegance, femininity, and beauty which is a trait that those who knew her, or the quality of darkness which indicates a hint of her past. The design of her kimono also had red and gold tracing lines, depicting flowers. There was a golden obi that is worn around the waist of the kimono, a set of golden beads seen from both left and right, and an ornately detailed headband.

"("Shidou-kun's daughter...He used to tell me about her a few rare times over the years. I never thought I would see the day when I can lay my eyes on her...nor expect to see his wife alive and well again.")" Kuroka thought to herself, hiding these interior thoughts.

As she thought about this, her eyes turn towards the three Kamen Riders who had just arrived and were currently talking with a disheveled and tired-eyed Azazel who was speaking to them about something. With the help of her cat ears, she was listening in on the conversation between them. Discreetly, she would leave the gathering crowd and walk silently toward their location. The same can be said for the three of the Rookies Four who noticed the conversation as well, just being near their earshot, and would also try to get close.

Kuroka glances to find another young woman, a fellow team member of the Vali Team, who was also attempting to listen to the conversation.

The woman was foreign, with a slim body figure, shoulder-length blonde hair, and clear blue eyes. What she wore was a witch attire consisting of a huge blue hat and blue cape that reaches down all the way to her back, wearing Kuoh Academy's female uniform. The hat had a black bow and yellow stars, and the cape had pink flowers and a white interior. Her expression was serious and showed concern.

Kuroka would recognize this woman as Le Fay Pendragon, one of the descendants of the famed King Arthur, brother of Arthur who was also present in the vicinity, and both of their eyes met. They both understood. The same man that they are familiar with was on their mind.

And so they, and the other three, were listening to the conversation.

"No sign of any unnatural reiryoku activity so far ever since last night's fiasco, sensei," Shinji spoke with a grim tone. "It may seem like it's over, but after thinking it over, I highly doubt it."

"I doubt it as well, Tendou-kun," Azazel nodded about his assessment as he glances at a tablet showing specific energy readings. "Based on the reading from that device that Tabane and I managed to install, we may be looking at yet another spatial-temporal disturbance that may be predicted to happen in..."

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

But then, Azazel's eyes would slightly widen a bit as he noticed the readings picking up. He turn face to face with Kuroka and the Rookies Four who would look surprised and disturbed by Azazel's horrified expression.

"...Right about now," Azazel muttered.

Those who have higher senses all felt something for a few moments. They all widened their eyes as they looked at each other. Something was happening. A swirling whirlpool of internal and external spiritual energies accumulating from one single direction. It was likened to a formidable typhoon that suddenly came out of nowhere.

"What?!" Both Ddraig and Albion both exclaim, with their reptilian eyes widening at the sudden spike of power.

"Hmm," the mighty and terrible wolf, a member of the Vali Team, Fenrir, a grey-colored wolf that is over ten meters tall, would give a dog-like sound that showed concern and trepidation, along with its tail.

By the next moment...

"Everybody down!" Azazel, materialized something from his right arm which was a golden armored gauntlet, and the palm of his hand conjured a large shield barrier that would protect everyone from what was about to happen.

"WOAH!"

"KYAH!"

And even with this barrier set in motion, they noted the subtle and potent shockwave that rocked the entire laboratory and its complex structures. Most of the people would end up on the floor while the others were barely standing up. A wave of various spiritual energies: mana, prana, ki, and others seem to all be concentrated somewhere...somewhere in the direction of the relative east... The shockwave was immense. It was subtle and invisible, but it was nevertheless tangible and lightly concrete.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The emergency alarms were now heard to occur across the lab. The ceilings were lightly cracking and some debris was falling. Sparks were flying across the control panel and central processing units. The lights were flickering on and off and the electricity was lightly going haywire. The monitor screens were showing Tenguu City, and there were various equations and digital reports of the current signature of the center point of the unnatural phenomenon.

On Tenguu City, there were humans and other creatures that were just as disheveled, confused, and terrified of what had just occurred. But it wasn't just Tenguu City. Other monitors showing other countries and locations around the globe were also hit by this sudden relentless but subtle wave.

"Wha...What the heck just happened?!" Issei exclaims, showing a sense of urgency. He and everyone else were looking at the screens with concern.

"Hmm?!" Xenovia Quarta, a young woman with chin-length blue hair with a dyed green fringe on the right side and brown eyes, wearing a black nun veil and habit, was alarmed at what she was seeing.

They all would see multiple cracks in the sky. But there was something incredibly odd about them. It felt very wrong. And the screen would show a hovering black sphere that was slowly forming above the sky, materializing in a specific location in the downtown area. And there were various particles that were coming down like shattered glass, as flickering as the snow, and the skies themselves appeared to take a cracking glass appearance. And then...a sudden burst of three crosses was seen to light up from the sky, one by one, as if mimicking the crucifixion scene.

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!" Tabane, with a tablet in hand that was acting up with emergency readings, and whose bunny ears were twitching and whose expression was now alarmed by what her eyes were seeing, followed by Natsuki and Chisato who sported grim expressions, were seen from the opening door. "The readings are off the charts! The energy waves are massive, almost nothing like I've ever seen before! It is rather fortunate that my device is counteracting the more subtle and violent effects of the spacequake for the most part, because otherwise, we may be looking at a huge ton of collateral damage."

"How much collateral are we talking about here?" Shinji asked.

"If it weren't for my device, we'd probably see Tenguu City...no, the entire nation of Japan would probably be blown off the map," Tabane grimly stated.

"...!" Shinji, Keitaro, and Keiichi were sporting grim expressions. Most of everyone was shocked by what Tabane had just said.

The Spiritual Detection Grid Metric (SDGM) was designed for multiple purposes besides detecting fluctuations of reiryoku. One of them involved dealing with spacequakes specifically. While Spirits did not exist in this timeline, that did not mean people like Azazel were not careful. Better to be safe than sorry, is what Azazel and a few others who knew intimately about the events of the old timelines would believe. The device that Tabane had built was but the latest model in a long line of series of inventions specifically designed to counteract spacequake phenomena. There were plenty of them that had been invented, some of which were of a sort far from even before Tabane had been born. And Ratatoskr, the organization sanctioned by the United Nations, is at the forefront when it came to the invention and further development of this technology.

"Still though," Tabane's eyebrows were scrunching, looking at her tablet. "This kind of spacequake is rather unnatural. Seismic disturbances appeared to have been felt everywhere...across this entire planet, across several dimensional realms, and even...another universe, DCMK Universe-Prime from the looks of it, so I would bet that plenty of the big boys had already sensed this phenomenon, no matter where they are."

"In other words, the Underworld, Heaven, Asgard, Olympus, and many others would feel the same effect as Earth," Natsuki explained the consequences. She looks at Azazel with narrowed eyes of concern. "It's safe to say that the secret is briefly out in part and everyone important has some kind of idea of what we are up against. Although the identity of the Spirits and the origin of this spacequake is unknown, nevertheless, some people are going to wonder what had happened here."

"You're right," Azazel nodded in agreement with his wife. And then, he heard the beeping sound of the tablet that he was holding and it was showing something.

It was an image. It was a photo. Two photos to be exact. The energy readings were off the charts. The identity of the person is now being edited and shown for all to see.

Reiryoku Classification Level: Class F (High Level)

Name: Mio Takamiya, Reine Murasame

Codename: Deus, Phantom

Title: Spirit of Origin

Universe: DAL Universe-Prime - Status: DELETED

There was the image of a young woman with beautiful but pale skin. From her appearance, she's no older than in her 20s. And she has trademark glasses, one of her recognizable features. And on another picture, there was what can be described as a younger version of the woman, without the glasses.

The tablet that Tabane has was also showcasing the name that was appearing. "Hm? Takamiya...Mio..." She muttered, scrunching her eyebrows.

"...!" Kuroka and Le Fay would widen their eyes, recognizing the name, the name that a certain Kamen Rider had told them long ago.

Azazel's eyes widened and his heart felt troubled. He looks at Rias, who had just stood up and showed a wide-eyed reaction, recognizing the name as well.

"Miss Gremory, I believe it's time!" He said.

Rias nodded.

She would by instinct summon something to her right side. It looked like a magical girl staff, with a golden star in its encircled center. The color of the stick was dark red and it had two dove-like wings attached to the circular center. And she would grab the stick with a focused touch, and with her violet calculative eyes glowing into a pure and clear ruby red.

"Access: Lucifer!" Rias spoke firmly, and her eyes flashed red.

The clan symbol of Lucifer (consisting of a silver-colored four-winged bat that has Devil horns on its head.) was seen, along with two overlaid equilateral triangles that form a six-pointed star, all in a hue of red light. It was seen from the ground and was now suddenly engulfing her.

And then suddenly, her entire appearance was changing. No longer was she wearing her Kuoh Academy uniform. It was now changing into something else. Now there was the appearance of a dark red and silver elegant dress fit for a noble of her rank, along with armaments from both of her arms and legs. The dark silver skirt reaches the knees and her feet now wear dark red and silver female formal shoes. On top of her head, there was the sprouting of twitching black cat ears and there was a dark red headphone attached along with two little red devil horns found on the center. There was a pair of red glasses appearing on her face. From her arms and legs, there was the appearance of dark red metal armor that provides coverings for them.

Afterwards, the three Kamen Riders nodded to each other.

"Guys, let's henshin!" Shinji said.

"Yeah!" Keitaro and Keiichi nodded.

And so, they brought out their respective transformation objects.

For Shinji Tendou (Ikari), he would mentally summon the Kabuto Zecter with his right hand as a black-silver belt would materialize around his waist. He would raise the Kabuto Zecter and exclaim.

"Henshin!"

And he would suddenly insert it quickly into the center of the belt. In response, bulky silver armor with bits of red color overlapped with the black bodysuit. There were black boots with silver metal plating going toward his ankles. The outer side of his lower legs had silver metal plates on them and his ankles had three to four silver colors. He also had silver knee pads above his knees. On the sides of his thighs were silver metal plates. His shoulders were covered in bulky metal armor that had rounded ends. The underside of the shoulder armor was painted with red colors while the rest of it was silver. The front and back of the shoulder armor each had a silver metal orb that acted like a joint. On his left shoulder was a front orb that had the symbol of the kabutomushi that is painted in red and had "ZECT" written within it.

"Cast Off!"

He begins to hold the tip of the beetle from the center of his belt and flip it, automatically going into cast-off mode.

CAST OFF!

CHANGE BEETLE!

His outer armor pieces flew off at a very high pace.

He still had on his black body suit but most of the bulky armor was gone. Now his armored body was much sleeker. His thighs and lower legs still had the side armor plating and his feet still had the armored boots but the extra out armor was gone. He still had his silver knee pads too. Nearly all of the segmented armor on his arms was gone as well. His upper arms now only had a single silver plate covering the sides as did his forearms. His forearm armor plates connected to silver wrist bands which also connect to a Black Handguard trimmed in silver on each hand. His shoulder armor was also less bulky. The top parts were a shiny red color while being trimmed in silver. The outer sides of the shoulder armor were flat yet slightly rounded.

His helmet and chest plate had undergone the biggest change. His chest plate was now more pronounced, looking like body armor. Nearly completely crimson red in color, only the lower sides around his ribs and parts of his back were trimmed in silver. A black track line separated the chest armor, giving it the appearance of two solid pectoral plates and two solid abs plates.

The top of the helmet was mostly red in color while the bottom half was silver and trimmed in black. The black linings also seemed to separate some of the silver areas, giving it a distinguished look, really like that of a beetle. The black part of his helmet was also trimmed around his silver mouth plate and his blue eyepieces. On the top of his helmet was a small forward-facing silver horn. The long red horn from before went right up the middle of his helmet and slightly spread out to the sides at the tip of the horn.

He had now transformed into Kamen Rider Kabuto.

For Keitaro Urashima, he would start raising his right hand forward, revealing his Card Deck, a rectangular case that was sporting the image of a golden dragon's head, and raising it forward, summoning his V Buckle, a metal belt that would wrap around his waist, with a slot in the front which the Card Deck would fit in.

"Henshin!"

He called out as he threw his other arm across his chest before sliding the Card Deck into the belt's slot. He crossed his arms and then pulled them to his sides, fists clenched as black and white images would overlap his body to form a suit of armor.

A red body suit with black boots and black bracelets and shoulder straps, all with silver hollows attached. The armor of the bust is black with pectorals and a silver abdomen. On his left arm was a dragon head-shaped glove with yellow eyes and a black and silver muzzle as a handle extended from the front to fit his hands. His helmet was black with a silver mask with a grid over two large eyes. On the forehead, there was a symbol similar to a dragon head. Around his waist was a silver belt with silver sockets on the sides. In the middle, there was a slot and in the slot, there was a black case with a golden dragon symbol on the front.

He had transformed into Kamen Rider Ryuki.

For Keiichi Morisato, he would start raising his right hand forward to the left, revealing his Orange Lockseed, one that had an orange face plate and on it was a code number that said 'LS-06'.

"Henshin!"

He presses the black button and the latch opened up with a orange light.

ORANGE!

As an announcing voice would be heard, suddenly, high above him was a zipper-like portal that opened up as a large sphere-shaped orange with metal studs around it appeared to hover over him. And then, he would further twist to the left with his Lockseed in hand before eventually twisting right, with his right back open palm pointed east, before eventually raising the Lockseed upwards and putting it down, attaching it to the compartment of the yellow belt that had already materialized around his waist. It was called the Sengoku Driver, a yellow-colored belt with a blade-like switch. He would use his left clenched hand to lock the Lockseed as it lit up again.

LOCK ON!

The belt soon made a horn-like sound, the kind which warlords would use during the Sengoku era. It then turned into music with the Inves stopping their tracks as they notice him, and eventually recognizing him as their natural enemy as their sharp hands raised in defiance while also now being extremely cautious of him.

Then Keiichi would bring the knife-like lever of the belt down as it cut the front lockdown while the rest is still intact, revealing a picture of an orange slice at the bottom, and on the top was a depicted scimitar sword on it while hanging was an orange slice.

SOYIA!

Then the large orange sphere drops down on Keiichi's head as his body changes, materializing as the energy surrounding him from the orange, changing into a navy suit with quilted leather on his torso, gold parts on his knee as well his shoulder, gold lining on both arms and legs, and gold brace on both of his arms. On his left side is a black sword with gold lining on it, a trigger under his guard, and a sword that looks like a cross of a sword and a gun.

ORANGE ARMS! HANAMICHI ON STAGE!

Then his head was covered with a face that is exactly the same thing on the plate on the belt, a blue helmet with a silver mouthpiece, a dark grey visor, and crusted sword-like on his forehead. Then the orange sphere drops down an orange samurai helmet with studs all over it, turning the dark grey visor into an orange visor making it look like an orange slice on it. The orange then opened up with a spar and disassemble, as both side oranges folded up into shoulder pads, on both sides, the front folded into a chest plate with black lining on it, and for the back was the top of the orange with silver in the inside now facing out. And with an extra, a short scimitar sword of an orange slice appeared on his right hand.

He had transformed into Kamen Rider Gaim.

Issei and Vali would turn to each, nodding that it was their turn. And so, with both of them mentally focused, they now begin to transform, donning their respective armor as a bright flash overtook them.

For Issei Hyoudou, he has Red Dragon Armor with green jewels that cover his body. His helmet had a red mask with a grid over two green eyes. On the forehead, there was a symbol that symbolized the Red Dragon Emperor. There was a green belt on his waist that had the same symbol in the center of the red case. The belt also had two green sockets on the sides. He also had retractable wings on his back.

[BOOSTED GEAR: JUGGERNAUT COMPACT FORM]

For Vali Lucifer, he has White Dragon Armor with blue jewels that cover his body. His helmet had a white mask with a grid over two blue eyes. On the forehead, there was a symbol that symbolized the White Dragon Emperor. There was a blue belt on his waist that had the same symbol in the center of the blue case. The belt also had two green sockets on the sides. He also had retractable wings on his back.

[DIVINE DIVIDING: JUGGERNAUT COMPACT FORM]

And while all had transformed and got themselves ready for battle, a sudden flash of light occurred, making everyone pay close attention to it.

"...!"

"Paradox?!" Azazel exclaimed, muttering the name.

It was Professor Paradox who had appeared, sporting a grim expression.

"Everyone, listen precisely to what I have to say, for time depends upon it."


It was a few moments earlier, somewhere in Raizen High School, on the second floor of a specific dorm building owned by the Valkryie Legion, that was the special room of the Kamen Rider Club.

"And so, that's everything that I can say on the matter."

Kotori, Origami, and a couple of women were making use of this place for a time as the former was trying to explain to each woman, all close in a sense to Shidou Itsuka, and all of them being the New World counterparts of the women that Shidou had as the closest of family and friends from a long, long time ago.

Aside from Kotori Itsuka and Origami Tobiichi, there was Yoshino Himekawa, Kurumi Tokisaki, Yamai Kazamachi, Miku Izayoi, Natsumi Kyouno, Mukuro Hoshimiya, and Nia Honjou. All of them, seated on their chairs in a circular formation, one way or another, carried a certain wristwatch device that allowed them to teleport to a certain location of their common choosing. Now, they all gather, and they now ponder deep within their minds and hearts regarding the current state of The Savior of Three Worlds.

"...Hmm, I see," Kurumi, an adult woman with black long hair, somewhere in her forties, wearing a monotone black Gothic Lolita dress and black shoes, sported a serious expression and with arms crossed. "Essentially, Shidou-san is now dealing with a situation where the Spirits, the girls from his universe, are coming back, one by one. This should have been considered a good thing, but various present circumstances would complicate the matter at hand."

"Darling..." Miku, with long bluish-purple hair in a hime cut with an RX hairclip, wearing a dark green dress, muttered with concern as her facial expression was one of deep thought. Her right hand was placed into her heart as she recalled the sad eyes and smiling face of Shidou Itsuka whenever a hint of his past is brought up, a sign of contradiction.

"...And so, considering the subject matter, this would have all of us involved either way," Yoshino, a woman between 39 and 40, with her long ponytail blue hair and florist attire, spoke softly. She turns to Kotori. "And you say that Shidou is currently spending time with his family and introducing them to his classmates."

"Right now, yes," Kotori would look at a clock nearby. "Although, I suppose they are probably eating somewhere on the rooftops of one of the buildings by now."

"Hmm, must be pretty awkward for our tokusatsu hero now," Nia mused a but while still maintaining a sense of empathy. "Now he has to deal with two wives under one single roof, along with raising a child at that."

"And you say that darling's daughter, Sonogami Rio, simply accepted Sona-san as her mother too? Just that easily?" Miku asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hard to believe, I know," Kotori sighed heavily. "Most children wouldn't really take the news very well when they find out that their father isn't just married to her mother. And I feel like onee-chan knows this too, but she didn't deem to mention it as far as I can tell."

"She's probably being very considerate for all parties right now, Commander," Origami explained with a slight smile. "This is already a complicated situation as is."

"Still though," Natsumi made an exasperated reaction, laying her back down on the back of the seat. "To think that the same guy who had rejected a lot of girls, including some of us here, just to be with that devil princess by the end, and we all accepted it for the most part. And now he has to deal with more than one wife? I feel like this is some kind of sick cosmic joke for every girl that has ever confessed to the guy."

"Well, in fairness, Natsumi-san, it's not really Shidou's fault, you know," Yoshino defended.

"That's right, unfortunately," Yoshino's puppet, Yoshinon, would say with sad facial expressions. "Harem route is an absolute no-go for Shidou-kun and everyone respected that decision."

"We all did," Yamai shrugged with a smile. "Shidou is many things, but being a guy that chooses every girl is not one of them. He's always the monogamous type in the end. Well, I guess in the next couple of days or months, we're probably gonna act all together as the support group, seeing as we are talking about our alternate selves here."

"With Kotori-chan probably being the leader of the support group per usual," Nia made an amused and grimaced face.

"What's with that look, you deranged otaku?" Kotori narrowed her eyes a bit.

"Oh, nothing, it's just that...well...considering that we're eventually gonna deal with your brother's other sister, well..." Nia left it as it is.

"...Oh, right," Kotori made a grimaced expression, pinching her eyes out.

From what she knew about her onii-chan's other sister, she may not really take the news very well. Not only with regards to her two onee-chans, Sona and Rinne, being married to her onii-chan, but because...of her specifically. Ohhhhhhhhhhh joyyyyyyyyyyyyy, was what Kotori thought to herself. She was so not looking forward to that inevitable meeting, because her gut is telling her that she is not gonna like her too much either.

And while they were thinking of this...

"Huh!"

"What the!"

They all suddenly fell out of their chairs due to the seismic disturbance that shook the building. Fortunately, the building that they were occupying was designed to withstand the more violent types of shaking, so it was not as much of a big deal. Nevertheless, the tremors were still felt for more than a few moments until it finally receded. And the alarms were all resounding throughout the building, making every Valkryie Legion member aware of the emergency.

"Ugghh...What the heck?! What just happened?!" Yamai exclaims, looking at the disheveled room.

"Muu...Muku wonders whether or not it was an earthquake just now," Mukuro muttered, raising her right hand to the right side of her face.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

"?!"

Kotori, with her right hand raised to her head and experiencing a bit of a headache, and the others noticed the beeping sound that was coming from the former's pocket. Kotori grabs her cellphone from her pocket and pressed a button, putting the phone to her ear.

"Talk to me," Kotori said with a serious, narrowed-eyed expression.

"We have a problem, Commander," Reine Takamiya, the Fraxinus Analysis Officer, muttered with concern. "The scans are picking up large traces of spiritual energies gathered in a specific point near Tenguu City. What we've just experienced appears to be a spacequake."

"Huh?! A spacequake?!" Kotori exclaims, but so did the rest of the Spirits who also heard what Kotori had said. "Bring me a recent status update, full damage report!" Kotori ordered.

"Nothing too grave has happened to the civilian population on the ground as far as the scanners are concerned. But..." Reine's expression looked troubled. "...Commander, this isn't an isolated incident. I've been getting recent reports from various bases in Ratatoskr. The entire world had just been hit by this quake, and other realms and dimensions are not spared from this either."

"...What," Kotori muttered softly.

"Commander! Everyone!" The one who opened the door nearby was Captain Ryouko Kusakabe who showed a disheveled and alarmed expression, one that Kotori and everyone else noticed. "You all may want to head outside and see what's on the horizon of the city!"


Somewhere on the school grounds, from outside the clubhouse, Illyasviel von Einzbern narrowed her eyes, laying them at the mysterious phenomenon that was now gracing the city. Dark purplish cracks in the skies, along with falling particles. And she can see the three crosses, in various distances, materializing, likened to an unnatural aurora that came forth so suddenly.

"...Something tells me that this is greatly related to Shidou-kun's situation," Luvia Edelfelt watches with a concerned and troubled interest.

"...It feels more obvious at this point, I can just feel the circulation of mana and every other spiritual energy out there," Rin Tohsaka muttered, looking just as worried as her fellow magus.

"Illya."

Illya would glance to her left to find a young woman of the same general age as hers. The woman was wearing the female school uniform of Raizen High School. She had long black hair that reaches to her back and golden brown eyes. Her expression was just as troubled as the rest.

Her name was Miyu Sakatsuki. And she was Illya's best friend and partner.

"Miyu, I believe it's time for us to prepare to head out for our dear kouhai," Illya muttered with a serious tone.

"Hmm, I understand," Miyu understood.


Agent Bishop, Tamae Okamine, and Ellen Matthers were looking outside the windows, seeing the strange phenomenon that was happening from the cracked open flickering skies as snow-like particles were falling to the ground.

"...Wha...What is happening?" Okamine muttered in concern.

"...It appears that we may be dealing with yet another Spirit problem," Bishop would put his hands to the bridges of his shades. "And judging by the current situation, it may be a powerful Spirit that had just arrived."

"You're intuition still serves you well, old friend," Elliot Woodman spoke with a grim expression. Karen Matthers was also beside him, sporting a concerned, grim expression. "And I have a good feeling that I know what kind of Spirit we may be dealing with."

Woodman would eventually turn to someone else that was in the room.

It was a beautiful tall woman somewhere in her forties. She had long blue hair reaching down her back, with some bangs left out. She had brown, concerned eyes and a mole under her left eye. She was wearing a formal uniform consisting of a dark blue blazer with a dark blue interior and white rolled up sleeves, a white collared shirt with a black necktie, black female office shorts, stockings, and black high heels.

"Major Takamiya, I believe that your personal assistance is more than required for the next current operation," Woodman said.

"Of course, sir, anything for Shidou and my nephew."

Major Mana Takamiya, the superior-ranking officer in charge of the Valkryie Legion, would maintain a salute with her right hand, sporting a determined look.


"...This power."

Right now, there was someone of great power and authority who is watching with a grim expression.

There was a place beyond that of Earth. It was called Heaven. It was the realm and abode of the holy and virtuous angels. A place that was nothing except paradise and bliss, divided into at least seven regions. And clouds of various shapes and sizes cover the atmospheric background and floating citadels and fortresses built with Jerusalem stone, a name applied to various types of pale limestone, dolomite, and dolomitic limestone, common in and around Jerusalem that have been used in building since ancient times.

But the clouds and the blue clear vault above were now trembling with purple flickering cracks and light particles dropping like snow. Heaven itself, all seven, had just felt an earthquake-like effect that had thankfully not been for long and it cause dishevelment to all of the inhabitants who did not know what was happening. Many angels were scouring the skies, with multiple chattering spoken in the Enochian language, the language of the angels, undecipherable to mortal minds, and all of them consisted of one subject.

What in Heaven's name had just happened? And what could have caused something like this?

Because whatever just happened felt very unnatural. Nothing would just suddenly shake the heavens because of the way that this realm is structured like a multi-layered pattern. From every number of Heaven, it was all commonly felt. And the source of all of this, many of the higher angels from the higher levels of Heaven noted, is coming from Earth.

But one in particular, the mightiest of all of the angels, would notice with his sharpened senses, the origin behind this power. And he can see her up close.

Standing on the clouding threshold of the Seventh Heaven, there was Michael the Archangel, leader of the Heavenly Host, and one of the Four Seraphs. A very handsome man with long blond hair and green eyes. He wore a red robe with a gold cross on the front of his white alb. He also has golden shoulder plates with a white sash and a golden halo set above his head.

"Brother...I can sense it too..."

Michael would look to his left, seeing the grim expression of Gabriel the Archangel. She is a very beautiful woman in the extreme and mysterious sense of the word and is considered to be the most beautiful woman in Heaven. She was wearing a dignified dress, reminiscent of that of a modified nun's habit. She has blonde hair and emerald eyes.

"...And it's coming from...somewhere near Tenguu City...This kind of power...The only time I actually felt something of similar magnitude was..." Gabriel spoke with concern, with her eyebrows scrunched.

"Father...yes," Michael nodded with a serious expression. "The thought cross my mind too, my dear sister."

"Can this be what Azazel had warned us about then? When he had called for the both of us in private?" Gabriel asked.

"That can only truly be the case," Michael nodded. "From what Azazel told us, there is only one specific Spirit that is more than capable of causing this kind of commotion, even if it was unintentional." Then he turns sad just as his thoughts turn to a specific individual, but still retains his solemn facial expression. "And this Spirit can only be the closest to the Savior of Heaven. And I have no doubt that Lord Sirzechs is thinking the same thing as we do."


Even in the Underworld, things were becoming hectic.

Sirzechs Lucifer, along with his wife, Grayfia Lucifuge, and his son, Millicas Gremory, would look at the sky...once blue, but now turned back to its original purple state, but adding to the add are the flickering cracks and particles of light falling down like snow. All of the devils were in a panic because they all commonly sense what to them felt like a passing stormy blizzard that sends a child running down their spines.

"Father...What is this?" Millicas spoke softly, sporting a look of concern.

"...It appears, son, that our old family friend, Itsuka Shidou, is currently undergoing something of a problem that affects us all," Sirzechs muttered, for he too can sense where this was coming from. Earth. Specifically somewhere near the hometown of everyone's favorite hero.


"Oh my..."

Somewhere in the calm and cool North Pole, there was a jolly and big old man with a white facial fluffy cloud-like beard that fell over his chest, a round stomach, dressed in a fur-trimmed red hollyberry jacket with a hood and pants, a matching red and white hat that is approximately conical with a white bobble on top. His blue elderly and twinkling blue eyes would look upon the skies of the North Pole, sporting flickering snow-like particles of light that are coming down to the earth.

He is known by many names, but he is commonly referred to as Santa Claus.

Accompanying him was a solemn and concerned reindeer, rather tall, but the youngest of his kind that assists Santa for so many years. He had a glowing red nose, tall branching antlers, and a formal, dignified aura. He is known as Santa's Guiding Light, the one and only Rudolf the Red Nose Reindeer.

Both Santa and Rudolf were looking at each other. They did not need to speak to each other. They were commonly thought of one person because they can both sense something amiss in the far eastern part of the world.

"Oh Shidou, my dear boy, what have you gotten yourself into this time?"

Santa could not help but mutter with a tone of concern.


Asgard, the realm eternal, the dwelling home to the Asgardians, the gods of the Norse pantheon.

Multi-colored rainbow bridges were as vast as the eye could see, shining brightly and capable of interconnecting through various realms. This was known as the Rainbow Bifrost Bridge, they are bridges that allow for the interconnection between the nine realms and others. And the eternal city, one with a shining transparent mysteriousness, with glittering particles that reflect like a mirror. Simple towns and squares, towering skyscrapers of artistic integrity, and the high snowy moutains that are reminscent of the ones in Tibet. And the entire land of the realm was a vast continental flat asteroid-like mass. And twinkling stars graces the vaults of the heavens.

It was overall a wondrous paradise.

What stands near the edge of the bridge was Heimdall, the all-seeing god of the Vanir and the ever-watchful sentinel who guards the entrances of the bridges and acts as someone who warns the gods of the possible dangers to the realm eternal. He was quite tall, with a dark skin complexion, with black hair covered by his helemt, and with gold all-seeing eyes that almost no one can hide from, with sturdy golden armor and with a viking helmet with two spikes, and a sheathed large sword that he held with both of his hands.

And his eyes narrowed with the utmost concern, because he, and he was sure that everyone was seeing just as he was in various degrees, all watches the skies that now sported flickering cracks in the sky.

"Well, this is becoming a distressing situation."

"All-Father!"

Heimdall was lowering his head out of respect, surprised to see the All-Father Odin gracing his presence. He has the appearance of an elderly man with long grey hair that reaches the neck and a matching grey beard. He was wearing a wizard's grey robe and hat, and with an eyepatch. He was also seen carrying a brown wizard-like staff.

"Hmm, this is most concerning," Odin spoke with his one grey eye narrowing. He turns to someone beside him. "Rossweisse, I believe that you would need to head towards Kuoh and make contact with Azazel. Something tells me that he knows something about this, and by extension, I would expect the Defender of Midgard to be involved as well."

"Of course, All-Father," The woman, Rossweise, nodded.

She was a beautiful young woman with long, straight silver hair and aqua-colored eyes, wearing a battle attire that consisted of a set of armor attributed to the valkyrie, to which she was one such person. A white breastplate with gold and pale blue accents and matching fingerless gauntlets, boots, hip guards, and wing-shaped hair clips.

Her battle attire is normally of a set of Valkyrie armor, which consists of a white breastplate with gold and pale blue accents and matching, fingerless gauntlets, boots, hip guards, and wing-shaped hair clips. She also wears a black leotard underneath her breastplate, black thigh-high stockings, and a pale blue cloth wrapped underneath her hip guards, all of which are clad with pink lacing along with her hair clips.


The Greek Underworld.

A supernatural realm par excellence that is divided into a few distinct regions. The rivers of Styx, Acheron, Pyriphlegethon, Cocytus, Lethe, and Oceanus form a fundamental part of the topography of the continental realm. Somewhere was a region called Tartarus, a place of inferno where those wicked damned souls associated with the Greek belief are to be cast down for eternal torture in light of all of their crimes, among other known properties of this place.

But far from the dreaded screams cloaked under the shadow, there was a wonderful architectural palace that was built on the top peak of the highest mountain. Hades, the Greek God of the Greek Underworld, watches from afar. He was a tall, handsome man with somber facial features. His grey sharp flashing eyes glowed through his silver helmet with two horns on the side, black hair, and a matching black beard, and sturdy armor fit for a god of his stature.

"Awwowwww!"

The howling sound of his three-headed dog Cerberus, a terrifying beast of war and death, was heard to echo throughout the Greek Underworld, signaling a kind of warning to all of the inhabitants. Yes, this realm too suffered through a shaking event that is common to all of the supernatural realms. And the flickering cracks were seen as well from the vaults above and the little particles that materialized like snowflakes. It made the Grim Reapers, those wearing dark robes, floating in the air, concerned and muttered in strange languages that all commonly spoke of one thing.

What was happening?!

"My husband...What does this mean...I wonder..."

There was a beautiful woman standing nearby. She wore an appropriate dark dress fit for royalty. Her black hair flowed to her back and her gentle but firm green eyes inquired of her husband who was now right beside her.

Hades' gaze turn to his beloved wife and said. "I fear...my beloved...that we may have yet another foreboding of the future...and it relates to a young man of kindred spirit to whom I give due credit of my respect."

"Ah, the young but aged Shidou Itsuka then," Persephone muttered with a soft smile, remembering the Kamen Rider who had done so much for the affairs of humans and supernatural alike.

Hades simply nodded, before his eyes turn to the vaults above.


There is a special kind of human that can be found on this Earth.

They are called Campione.

When a human slays a Heretic God, gods, heroes, and divine monsters who have stepped out of myths and legends to manifest in the mortal world and some of them are documented to have warped reality that caused various effects such as a simple change of the weather or any other form of natural disaster that man could think of, they can take upon themselves the Authorities of that particular Heretic God, and through that process, become a Campione.

All across the world, in their own respective and designated territories, they can sense it.

"...!"

No, not just sense it. They can feel it. A powerful type of mana signature that had burst forth from the side of the little island nation of Japan. The seismic disturbance and other strange phenomena reach everywhere, around every corner of the globe, nowhere is spared, lasting for only a few moments, and that mere measurement of time was merely enough to put the fear of God in many peoples, humans and supernatural and extraterrestrial, who can feel it but do not know the root origin or cause of such phenomena.

All of the Campione can feel the pressure beneath their metaphorical bones and throughout their entire being.

From one side of the world...

"...What is this? And yet another incident from the far east? That boy...what have you gotten yourself involved into this time," An intrigued and cautious tone came out, remembering Black RX specifically, the young man who defeated him long ago, and the young man who he gives a certain greater degree of respect and interest.

It came from a man named Sasha Dejanstahl Voban. Upon appearance, he was an old man in his later years, with silver hair that graced his presence, emerald-colored eyes that pierces the soul, wearing a formal grey business suit with a white shirt and black tie underneath, along with a high-collared grey long coat. His territory was somewhere in the country of Hungary as his ethnicity was Hungarian.

From another side of the world...

"...This power, it's coming from Japan. Why does this concern me so and so?" A tone of caution came out.

It came from a woman named Luo Hao. Upon appearance, she can be described as the ideal and transcendent Chinese beauty. Her pale skin screams mystery, and her black hair flowed to the back of her slender and voluptuous body figure, wearing traditional Chinese clothing straight from the Han dynasty. Her territory was somewhere in the country of China as her ethnicity was Chinese.

From another side of the world...

"...Something is happening from the far east. I feel that my fellow comrades, Azazel and Natsuki, are greatly involved in this manner. And I sense a terrible foreboding of the future," A tone of intrigue and caution came out.

It came from a woman named Madame Aisha. Upon appearance, she looked like a religious nun that consisted of loose white robes and an overcoat, making her take an ethereal and beyond kind of appearance and tone, with olive-brown skin and black hair that reaches her back, blue informative eyes, and a large well-formed chest. Her territory was somewhere in the country of India as her ethnicity was India.

From another side of the world...

"...There is something happening in the far east. What...What is this power...?" A tone of bewilderment, caution, and concern came forth.

It came from a man named Black Prince Alec. Upon appearance, he was a man with a youthful and handsome appearance, with black hair and black eyes, with a black business suit, a brown vest, and a white collared shirt, with black shoes. His territory was somewhere in the country of Britain as his ethnicity was British.

From another side of the world...

"...Another untimely incident happening in the far east. What has RX gotten himself into this time?" A tone of bewilderment, caution, and concern came forth.

It came from a woman named John Pluto Smith (Anne Charlton). Upon appearance, she was an attractive young woman of European ancestry, with short red hair bright as a burning fire who wears glasses and dresses in feminine business attire. Her territory was somewhere in the country of the United States of America as her ethnicity was American (Caucasian).

From another side of the world...

"...Ehi, ehi, another potential world-ending incident? I've got the feeling that RX is involved again. Godou, you're friend really is a danger magnet for the world at this point and giving us Campione a real headache," A tone of exasperation, slight amusement, bewilderment, and with both hands massaging his temple.

It came from a man named Lord Salvatore Doni. Upon appearance, he was a handsome young man in his mid-twenties, with a well-built figure. He has spiky short blonde hair and dark blue eyes. He was wearing a red aloha shirt combined with knee-length pants and sunglasses, along with a keychain necklace found around his neck.

And from somewhere in Japan...

"What the hell?!"

There was Gudou Kusanagi. Not only was he a Campione, but he was also known as Kamen Rider OOO, currently standing outside of his suburban house that, like the other nearby houses, had many cracks and broken down structures that came from the earthquake that was felt everywhere. Troubles brew within his heart as he notices the massive spike of power coming just relatively near, in the sense that was in Japan, somewhere in the direction where Tenguu City was.


Somewhere back on Itogami Island...

"Oi, oi, what the hell is happening?!"

Among the peoples of Itogami staring at the flickering cracked skies and the snow-like particles that were falling on the ground, there was Kojou Akatsuki, the current Fourth Primogenitor, a young man with dark silver-blue hair and blue concerned eyes, wearing a male student uniform that has a white button up shirt and black pants.

Accompanying him was a third-year middle school student, Yukina Himeragi, a young woman with shoulder-length black hair that has fringe around her eyes and at either side of her face and strongly lit dark golden-brown eyes, wearing a female student uniform that resembled a sailor uniform of white and blue.

"Senpai..." She muttered, grabbing Kojou's attention.

"What is it, Himeragi? ?!" Kojou would see the slight concern in her eyes as she looks at him.

"...I feel like something is happening back in the mainland, I can feel various influx of spiritual energy all convulsing in one single location," Yukina explained.

"Yeah," Kojou nodded grimly. "I sense it too. And..." He turns to the broken skies. "...I have a feeling that somehow Natsuki-chan knows about this."


Somewhere in a large offshore island out of the mainland that only can be connected via monorail...

There was IS Academy, a special type of school where students around the globe would learn how to pilot the Infinite Stratos. And the best of the best are known to have come from here.

Aside from the crowds of students that were looking up at the flickering skies, there was Ichika Orimura, also known as Kamen Rider Build, dressed in his male school uniform, sporting a grim expression on his face.

Accompanying alongside him was his girlfriend and fellow IS Pilot, Tatenashi Sarashiki, a beautiful young woman of average height and short blue hair, with short bangs in the form of a V, pale skin, dark red inquiring eyes, and a very voluptuous figure. She was wearing a modified IS Academy uniform consisting of a typical white and red blouse, a skirt that is slightly short compared to others, a yellow tie, and a short pale green sleeveless overcoat around it, along with red leggings.

"Partner," An AI spoke through the wristband in his right hand. It was the onboard artificial intelligence system of the Byakushiki known as A.R.S.E.N.A.L.. He was currently drawing both Ichika and Tatenashi's "Reiryoku energy patterns are out of the charts. We're looking at a classification level Fhighest leveland it's all concentrated somewhere near the vicinity of Tenguu City from what I can trace."

"Tck," Ichika made a click on the tongue. "Looks like it's happening as Azazel-sensei said it would."

"You mean these Spirits that you told me about last night, right?" Tatenashi asked, sporting a grim expression.

"Ah," Ichika nodded. "And this may only be the beginning."


"...Odd."

Ophis, the Dragon God who represents Infinity, Chaos, and Nothingness, watches the flickering cracked open skies and the snow-like particles falling down upon the earth from an unknown location, showing an intrigued expression.


"...Strange."

Great Red, the Dragon God who represents Dreams, watches the flickering cracks and the snow-like particles that were commonly appearing in his home, the Dimensional Gap.


Somewhere in another universe, DCMK Universe-Prime...

There was a place underneath a certain mansion. A subterranean base of operations. It had a garage and mechanic's workshop for special kinds of vehicles, all military-grade hardware and software. A crime laboratory with sophisticated equipment, including a supercomputer. A museum of sorts with various artifacts and trophies. A gymnasium and high-tech obstacle course for training and other usages. Mini-tunnels that lead to various teleportation jumps when needed.

From several computer monitors, there was the appearance of pinkish flickering cracks in the sky and snow-like particles that were falling down upon the earth.

A young boy of about seven years old, wearing a set of magician clothing with a dark blue color scheme for the majority that blends through the color of the night sky. A dark blue top hat, suit, and caped overcoat, with a pair of white magician gloves, and a pair of non-reflective glasses that cover one's narrowed and determined eyes and face, thereby keeping his identity strictly confidential and hidden. His expression was blank, one that was considered by others who knew him to be very hard to decipher, being considered as the "poker face" that is put into effect, an inscrutable type of face that reveals no hint of a person's thoughts or feelings or emotions.

He watches the monitor screens. From one monitor screen, it was showing spiritual energy readings that were leaking from another universe: Coordinates: RX Universe-789. He can hear the sound of the alarms that were blaring from the cave before he turned them off with the press of a button on the control panel.

And from another monitor screen, there was the presence of a night light that illuminated the dark and terrible flickering skies that overturned the early morning sunrise in Tokyo, Japan.

A beacon of hope. A stylized emblem of a magician with a hat and glasses.

The Dark Knight of the World—Night Baron—has plenty of work to do.


"Hmm? Now this is very interesting."

Somewhere in an unknown location, there was the presence of a tall figure, with middle-age features, somewhere placed around his 40s, with long dark silver hair and facial beard. His hazel eyes spoke of a troubling mind and lack of conscience; eyes that spoke of twisted pursuits. And he wears a formal attire that fits for his

From the skies above, seeing the snow-like particles fall like omens of something to come, and the flickering skies that had cracks on them, Rizevim Livan Lucifer, would take interest because he too felt this power that was so pervading.

"...I wonder...Black RX..." Rizevim muttered with a terrible smirk. "...I wonder if you are somewhat involved in this...Because if you are...That just makes this all the more fun..."


Everyone throughout the world, every pantheon of every religion, myth, and legend, all of the supernatural and those beyond, have sensed this powerful presence that had gotten their full attention.

But...

"Oh my, now this is getting very interesting."

That would not be the only problem that the world would take into account.

The Summoner, a member of the dreaded Blue Ribbon Empire, was watching from a certain building from afar. Finally, she thought, something was happening. She had been patiently scouting the city ever since last night, while of course maintaining stealth, not allowing herself to be seen. Considering that this is the territory of the Tohsakas and that some magi are bound to notice her, better to be safe than sorry by cloaking her presence with a few sophisticated craft of spells.

And now, the Summoner was currently observing the phenomena that are taking place right now. She can still see the three giant crosses of pure pinkish aura stretching through various areas of the city.

"Such overwhelming power...I can practically sense countless spiritual energies all converging on a singular point. Intentional or not, this seems to be quite the opportunity for me to personally store up some magical reserves for my own proper benefit," She said with an intrigued tone, and she would raise her right hand, one that now sported a dark blue magical circle with multiple undecipherable sigils. She smirks a bit.

Then she glances to her left and to her right. She was not alone. There were others with her. Two on her left. One on her right.

"Well then, I hope you boys are ready for today," Summoner glances to her left and to her right, and then she was raising both of her hands, with a confident, excited smile. "Because now is the time for us to make our grand entrance. We would not want to disappoint our favored audience as they have been in suspense long enough."

"Hmph," One of them, right beside Summoner, smirked with devilish confidence. A young man from the looks of it, wearing a uniform with dark blue lines sewn on the edges of the jacket and dark blue triangular identification pieces sewn at the sleeves and the necklace. Beneath the uniform, he was also wearing a black collared shirt. He was also wearing black pants and white-blue shoes. He was seen materializing a blue Rhinoceros beetle, a sentient Zecter, with his right hand. "And yet another chance for me and my adversary to meet on the fields of battle and to once again test ourselves from within and from without as to who among us is truly the most worthy to be called the God of Speed."

"Hmph, a god? Bold words for a young mortal such as yourself," Says an actual god among them, with his hidden expression looking rather amused instead of insulted. He was quite tall, wearing a technologically advanced combat exoskeleton system with a black color scheme, with four curved horns found on his helmet, along with a black cape attached to his back.

And thus, the Blue Ribbon Empire, enemies of the Kamen Riders, would finally make its first major move when it came to the Spirits.

For they too have an interest in mind. And they are here to collect.

"Well..."

Summoner, as she spread her arms out wide, smiles with an amused smirk.

"...Watashitachi no Date hajimemashō. "("Let our date (war) begin.")"


Insert Song: End


ED Song:

Summertime Render OP/Opening 2 Full『Natsuyume Noisy (夏夢ノイジー)』by Asaka


Main Companion Protagonists:

Shinichi Kudo/Conan Edogawa/Night Baron II - VAs: Kappei Yamaguchi; Minami Takayama

New Characters:

Gabriel (New World)

God of the Bible (New World)

Kokabiel (New World) - VA: Hiroki Yasumoto

Ruruko Nimura (New World)

Momo Hanakai (New World)

Chisato Hasegawa (New World) - VA: Yuu Asakawa

Akeno Himejima (New World) - VA: Shizuka Itō

Irina Shidou (New World) - VA: Maaya Uchida

Koneko Toujou (New World) - VA: Ayana Taketatsu

Bikou (New World) - VA: Makoto Yasumura

Arthur Pendragon (New World) - VA: Kaito Ishikawa

Motohama (New World) - VA: Takuro Nakakuni

Matsuda (New World) - VA: Yasuaki Takumi

Aika Kiryuu (New World) - VA: Haruka Yamazaki

Sairaorg Bael (New World) - VA: Yuuichi Nakamura

Seekvaira Agares (New World) - VA: Yuna Yoshino

Kuroka Toujou (New World) - VA: Minami Takahashi

Le Fay Pendragon (New World) - VA: Minami Shinoda

Xenovia Quarta (New World) - VA: Risa Taneda

Miyu Sakatsuki (New World) - VA: Kaori Nazuka

Major Mana Takamiya (New World) - VA: Misato

Michael (New World) - VA: Yoshimasa Hosoya

Santa Claus (New World)

Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer (New World)

Odin (New World) - VA: Shinpachi Tsuji

Rossweise (New World) - VA: Ai Kakuma

Cerberus (New World)

Hades (New World)

Persephone (New World)

Sasha Dejanstahl Voban (New World) - VA: Unshō Ishizuka

Luo Hao (New World)

Madame Aisha

Black Prince Alec (New World)

John Pluto Smith/Anne Charlton (New World)

Lord Salvatore Doni (New World)

Gudou Kusanagi/Kamen Rider OOO - VA: Yoshitsugu Matsuoka

Kojou Akatsuki (New World) - VA: Yoshimasa Hosoya

Yukina Himeragi (New World) - VA: Risa Taneda

A.R.S.E.N.A.L

Tatenashi (Katana) Sarashiki (New World) - VA: Chiwa Saito

Ophis (New World) - VA: Suzuko Mimori

Great Red (New World)

Rizevim Livan Lucifer (New World)