Chapter 1
Author Notes:
1.) Note, this is a reboot/revised story to DW: Zi-O and Black RX: Kabbalah Crisis
2.) Stories to be familiarized with concerning the story by the time of the current writing:
* DW: Kamen Rider Geiz: Origins of Hope
* DW: Kamen Rider Kabuto Zero: Agent of Blackwatch
Fictions Mentioned:
Episode 1
Insert Song: Start
Believe me (ELITE) · Takeshi Abo
As the story follows, one needs to look at three specific worlds. Each world is unique as it follows three protagonists. Three individuals from different backgrounds.
There is the world of DCMK Universe-Prime, a world where elements of many worlds, both familiar and unfamiliar, co-exist. It served as a prime nexus point for the interdimensional quadrant in which it existed. The last of the old, the first of the new. The hub it all revolves around. A world of magic and science. A world of stories. This world had undergone at least ten multiverse renewal cycles. When there is a beginning, there is an end. When there is an end, there is a beginning. That had always been the way of things.
There is the world of RX Universe-789, a world that was created from the main elements of two broken universes due to the aftermath of a terrible Cosmic War, two old worlds that contained exclusive histories, restoring what was lost except for a certain few, and yet the memories of the old histories were remembered only by a few, those close to the main element that had been lost and can never return.
There is the world of PC Universe-2004, a world that contained a special kind of flavor, the seventh universe that was part of a series of specific worlds called the 7 Wonders, with each of them, including this one, containing their own histories and the familiar concept of a magical girl. In this universe, the magical girls were called PreCure, young women who were chosen, for one reason or another, usually through the influence of a fairy, to venture into an adventure and fight against the forces of evil that plagued both his or her world as well as theirs.
All in all, three important universes. Unfortunately, something would begin to happen, something that would shake the foundations of creation and bring these universes together. DCMK Universe-Prime is the main point of convergence. The other two would follow suit. And along with them, there would be other worlds that would come along.
A crisis is coming. And these three individuals - heroes of these worlds needed to be ready as they formed up with the rest of their comrades, forming an ideal, a group of protectors that come when the world, or in this case, worlds, need them the most.
They are...
The Midnight Suns.
DCMK Universe-Prime
The Abbey.
A location found within a pocket dimension on the cursed grounds of Old Salem in Salem, Massachusetts. On its very sacred grounds, no evil or darkness had ever touched or set foot on it. Many have tried, but so very few managed to succeed. It was the home base of the superheroic team called the Midnight Suns, an ideal to strive for all heroes, having gathered together from different eras of heroes, the eras of gold, silver, bronze, and modern.
Here, standing on the abbey grounds, and overlooking the vast horizon of the seas, there was an old woman with grey long hair that reached to the middle of her back, with a seasoned face, wearing a green jacket, white shirt, and dark blue jeans. On her neck, there was a Saint Benedict's Cross worn around her neck. Her arms crossed, her expression serious and contemplative as her blue eyes would look into the seas. Her name was Sara. But that was a name that she no longer goes by these days. These days, she was known as the Caretaker, the one who is in charge of the Abbey.
"Mind if I join you in your contemplative thoughts, my young Sara."
She sighed. Though, she thought, a certain someone kept calling her by that name regardless of what she insisted upon. She looked to her right and saw an old man with black hair that had shades of grey sides, grey eyes that spoke of a thousand years, grandfatherly features, and wrinkles, covered with a hint of humor and a secretive tone underneath the smile.
His appearance can be described as steampunk, with goggle lenses accentuated around his neck, wearing a white scientist lab coat that he wore back in his mortal days, one that had brown and black pouches, with a hint of a golden trim. Underneath, he wears a black turtleneck with a white scarf and his brown vest has gold buttons and pouches. His right arm was not flesh and bone, having replaced it with a dark blue-silver metallic gauntlet that had a ticking clock sensation. On his left hand, he wore a black fingerless glove. He wore black pants with brown kneepads and had a pair of brown boots with gold straps. Also, from his left hand, he carries a gold staff that has an Egyptian-like eye design on top, acting as his own personal walking stick, even though he does not need such trivialities.
"Paradox," she uttered the man's name. "I assume that you did not come to pay me a visit just to catch up."
Professor Paradox. A Time Walker. A man who is feared by many evils, and has fought them for himself. The man is known to raise hell, literally and figuratively. Whenever this man shows himself at a certain time and place, most of the time, trouble is sure to follow.
Paradox's smile turns grim as he looks at the horizon. "Oh, there are times when I wish that were such and such, Sara. Unfortunately, you are quite right. I came to inform you that a certain crisis is upon us all, and that the original generation of the Midnight Suns must band together as one in preparation for the battles to come."
Caretaker's expression turns strict and grim, looking at Paradox. "And what would be the latest crisis that would require that to happen?"
"Something reminiscent of a forgotten crisis of long ago, the return of sour memories and experiences, one that all Midnight Suns shared," Paradox said. "Zero Flashpoint."
"?!" Caretaker's expression sported a little shock, not out of surprise, but out of genuine fear and concern. "HYDRA's planning something again on that scale, I fear?" She asked.
"Yes... only," Paradox muttered. "It may involve All Hell Breaking Loose as one of the consequences."
There were multiple meanings behind that statement, and Caretaker can guess just what those were. One of which refers to a category of dimensions called the Arch-Dimensions of Hell, and it is exactly as it is stated. Each of them, infernal regions and dark dimensions, ruled by malevolent beings that crave the dark, where souls of the damned scream for ageless eternities in punishment of their sins.
Each of those Hells would work differently, with their own physical, conceptual, and metaphysical aspects and rules. Each Hell Lord differs in their own way. And among them all, there was one in particular, a Hell Lord with Yellow Eyes, whose Hell consisted of souls that turn into demons themselves after years of torture.
Another meaning refers to the impact it may have on the Earth Dimension. What matter of consequences could be so dire that it relates to the Hells themselves?
Caretaker sighed in silence before speaking again. "And what about George Artorius? Has he found out about it?"
"He will eventually," Paradox looked at his ticking gauntlet. "He's probably already sensed it as much as I have, for his world, and another world that belonged to another Midnight Sun, would be the first worlds to collide with your own, a convergence if you will."
"Convergence?" Caretaker asks.
"Yes," Paradox confirmed. "A ripple effect has now occurred in a relative future where both past and future are all becoming affected. It is something that I can no longer stop, only tried to delay for as long as I am able to. This convergence would affect your world's entire interdimensional quadrant. Many universes would merge with many universes. Some would die out or disappear and others would be born from the ashes of creation and destruction. A total renewal is coming upon your world, a cycle now coming to fruition, and the players of this crisis are now making their respective moves... and HYDRA's already made theirs."
Caretaker sighed. "...I suppose that I'd have to first inform the Midnight Suns' leader, Lead Boss, of what is now about to transpire."
Paradox's smile twinkled a little. "Oh, and if you can, bring his Pandora along if you would not mind?"
Caretaker nodded. "That is the first thing that pops into my mind. As far as I'm concerned, Chiffon Fairchild is the best thing that has ever happened to him, filling the role of someone who is more than capable of handling the usual misfortunes that he finds himself in."
There was a dream. Or can it be considered to be a kind of nightmare? Or was it a kind of vision? Penetrating the events and history of a world that felt fundamentally different from his world?
Somewhere in the snowy fields of Alaska, all the man saw was the skies covered with the colors of an aurora and particles of white-yellow snow falling on the ground, the aftermath of a long, hard battle. However, this was a bit different. For he could feel the transcending energies that penetrated over every male and female, Limiter and Pandora, familiar yet unfamiliar faces, who were present on the ground. Most people look above. Some would raise their hands a bit. Varying reactions of bewilderment, not knowing what to make of it.
But for the man...
Soft yet short manly tears would slowly fall down his face, refusing to believe it. A feeling of love that transcends time. A feeling that everyone slowly realized. Sorrow etched unto his face as he cried softly. Something had happened. An ultimate sacrifice. The desire to protect everyone with a deep embrace. But that gave the man a feeling of a void, like something had disconnected a deep, intimate bond. A feeling of a phantom pain. It was like a part of you had died with this someone who had made the ultimate sacrifice.
This woman... She was special... More so than any Pandora he had met...
And the foreboding snow that fell down was connected to that woman. His heart ached. His body felt numb. His senses felt dead. His connection was severed. Was this what a Limiter felt like when losing his Pandora? He had heard of something similar happening to those who had lost either Pandoras or Limiters. It was like a part of you had died with them. The more connected you are, the more painful if that connection were to be lost.
"...Eugene."
The man. Eugene Thruston. On the surface, he looked like someone in his mid-teens, somewhere around sixteen or seventeen. But his mind, heart, and soul are far older. American by birth, ethnicity, and nationality. Dark blue hair and eyes. A plain-looking appearance and face with a slender yet muscular build.
His uniform consisted of a black suit with standard military camouflage of grey colors, coupled with biohazard military combat gear, with only his face uncovered. He had a black bandana wrapped around his forehead, one that held a meaningful significance to him, belonging to a woman who had served as his mentor. White armored vest and utility belt.
A voice calls out to him. Painfully familiar.
"...Necchan," he muttered.
He sees a woman. Her blonde short hair now turned white. A white familiar cloth was wrapped on the little tied strands of her hair, on the right side of her face. A beautiful, ethereal face. Her bright gold irises. Her pupils which had a white straight-line shape. A dark pink-red battle attire. Her smile... which made Eugene's heart ache.
"...Sorry," the woman smiled, with a sense of contrition and resolve.
A familiar foreboding. A familiar scene. A familiar sacrifice. Like his mentor before him, he would lose the woman he loved. And he cannot stop it. The scene that he sees carries a static-like structure, almost likened to a broken television set.
"Now this is quite interesting."
A subtle yet sinister voice had spoken from his ear. An encounter that never happened before after how many times he had seen this strange dream - vision.
Eugene slowly turned around and saw a tall man with pale yellow eyes which glowed in this snowy darkness, his face looking like a middle-aged Caucasian, with grey hair. He wore a dark trenchcoat, black tie, and a formal black hat. He was not supposed to be here. The man placed a hand on his shoulder. Primal terror and rage struck Eugene as he gritted his teeth.
The man spoke with a softer yet meaningful tone.
"Tell me, Lead Boss, how many important people in your life have you lost? How many times have you seen this vision, of a world that you cannot recognize as your own, of a world where... your beloved Pandora dies?"
...
...
...
"...NO!"
Eugene found himself back to reality. He woke up, with his heart feeling heavy. Then he noticed something. He felt a soft warmth that engulfed his entire body, half naked, with only dark green shorts that reached his knees and black underwear covering it. Gentle hands touched his muscular figure. His dark blue eyes would turn to his left to look upon the face of a familiar woman of his dream.
Her face was beautiful, like that of an angel. A woman with short blonde hair that reached down to her shoulders. Her eyes, open, directed at his own, with a sense of pure and true love, caring like a soulmate and lover, sending waves of comfort to his own dark blue eyes that were worn out with grief, rage, and other undesirable emotions. Soft and smooth skin. An appropriate and moderate womanly figure. Eugene's face was currently lying down on her soft breasts that were covered by a dark blue bra, feeling her hands comforting him as they brought the latter to her embrace.
There were still a few tears that dropped from Eugene's cheeks, ones that the woman would gently wipe away with her soft fingers.
"...Nee...chan..." He muttered.
He sees the woman, Chiffon Fairchild, giving him a comforting, loving smile.
"...Another bad dream?" She asked. But due to her intimate connection with Eugene, she already knew the details. She had only asked in order to reassure him of her voice, that she was here with him.
She had also seen the strange dream for herself, which disturbed her in a similar manner that Eugene had. For her mind, body, and soul were one with his the moment she and him had initiated their Baptism. She felt herself harboring a dark feeling of absolute hatred stemming from one particular interloper, a familiar man... no, not man, far from it, a demon with yellow eyes, who appeared in the vision.
Eugene was silent and could only make an effort to nod. That was more than enough for Chiffon as she hugged him gently yet tightly, with a desire of overprotectiveness driving her.
"...Shh. I'm here, Eugene," she muttered. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
Though she could not dare say that it was simply just a dream. She, a Legendary Pandora, could sense something off. She felt like she was looking into a reflection, of a world fundamentally different from the one she recognizes. This was not the first time that this had happened to her, or to Eugene. Slowly, they would both see visions of certain things relating to this world, things that diverge from their current knowledge and experience. A world where the Pandora are not as strong. A world without anything else except humans. And the terror of the extradimensional beings akin to angels of heaven that bring down divine wrath and vengeance, the Nova, which crept fear and terror upon the world which was desperate for survival.
These strange dreams started to happen even more frequently in the past few months since the latest 9th Nova Clash.
For Chiffon, she was troubled, for she recalled having brief encounters with a strange phantasm that had, in a sense, been haunting her ever since she and Eugene had enacted their Baptism, making them conjoined to one another as both Pandora and Limiter. A reflection. Another her. Another Chiffon Fairchild who had transcended beyond the boundaries of life and death. As time went by, Chiffon could feel the other hers presence, recognizing it as very eerily similar to her own, one who had been born in a not-so-fortunate timeline.
What did all of this mean?
It was a question that both Chiffon and her beloved Limiter needed to find a few answers, and they'd been trying to search for one ever since these dreams were becoming frequent.
Eugene, reassured by the softer, tender voice of his Pandora, would allow himself to calm down and release a few tears.
"...There, all better."
Sometime a little early in the morning, around late 5:30 am, Chiffon, wearing her dark violet-red battle uniform, whose shoulders carried the Genetics symbol, with a white dress shirt underneath and a dark violet-red skirt, smiled as she delicately fixed Eugene's dark blue tie which completed his look. As he or some others may consider him plain looking, for Chiffon, he looked quite handsome in his Limiter uniform, with a unique kind of charm added in.
A white dress shirt, with a now clean and perfect dark blue necktie wrapped around the collar, covered with a light brown jacket. Dark blue pants. Black socks. Black boots, whose front, located on his tibia, had the image of a fox skulking forward and holding a knife in its muzzle, with the name "FOXHOUND" imprinted on the upper corner of the logo.
His expression was still grim, one that touched her heart and made it heavy. Feelings of concern were directed to his dark blue eyes, conflicted, contemplative, and far away. The dreams still haunted him.
Chiffon, with a smile, knew what to do as she put her right hand to her beloved Limiter's chin and spoke with care, the latter paying close attention as he felt his face move, making his mind focused on her. "You know, you should smile more, Eugene, or at the very least, keep your serious face to a more moderate level. It would not do for the Big Boss of Blackwatch to carry such a worrying face. You do have an image to maintain, after all, to look strong and tough for your subordinates and not waste their admiration towards you. And... I don't think you'd want my nephew to needlessly worry by the time we'd eventually pick him up for his first year in Genetics."
"...I know," Eugene's eyes never left Chiffon. "I'm sorry."
Chiffon responded with a warm embrace, hugging the man who had seen more than a lifetime of battles, wars, and conflicts, carrying his grief upon his sleeves, buried underneath the strong exterior. Eugene hugged her back, with a subconscious thought of losing her still taunting him like a slithering poisonous snake. Afterward, after a long moment of just embracing one another, she let go a little and looked at his face.
"Then... let's go," Chiffon's smile dazzled Eugene, who in turn gave her a serious nod, as they both headed out for the door, holding hands.
Onwards, to a new day, an uncertain day.
Insert Song: End
OP Song:
MGS3 Snake Eater - Cynthia Harrell [With Lyrics] MGS3 Snake Eater OST
Author Notes:
* To those who don't know, Caretaker is actually a character found in Marvel Comics (616) and the Marvel Midnight Suns video game.