Well, here it goes. My Kamen Rider/ZnT crossover.

The Friend

The final Horoscope staggered back, his body smoking and surging with sparks. Gentarou Kisaragi half stared, half glared at the man through the eyes of his helmet. This was it. Their long battle against the Zodiarts was almost finished.

"N-No..." the last Horoscope grunted, an arm outstretched toward his foe, "M-My evolution. The Presenters!"

"This completes our graduation ceremony!"

Gentarou clenched his fists. In one quick motion he flipped the first and third switches on his belt.

ROCK-ET ON! DRI-LL ON!

A large, orange rocket formed on his right arm, nearly encasing it. Fire erupted from the exhaust ports, lifting Gentarou to the sky.

ROCK-ET DRI-LL LIMIT BREAK!

The rocket on his right arm ignited and he took to the sky. The drill on his right leg spun slowly at first, but got faster and faster, rivulets and particles of yellow energy emanating from the spinning construct.

For all the people who suffered by his hands.

For the Rider Club.

For Kengo.

"Rider Rocket Drill Kick!"

"Go! Gentarou!"

"Kisaragi!"

The sound of the whirring drill drowned out their voices. But somehow...

"I beg of you… My servant who lives somewhere in the universe!"

'Eh?' Time seemed to slow down as the words spoke. 'Who is that?' Gentarou thought, 'It doesn't sound like anyone I know...'

"Oh sacred, beautiful and strong familiar spirit! I desire and here I plead from my heart!"

The drill met the Zodiarts' chest. The evolved thing screamed as Gentarou grasped the Enter Lever on his belt and pushed down four times in quick succession. Colored energy pulse and spread from the drill, a beautiful but deadly display of light.

"Youthful Galaxy Mega Ultra Hyper Drill Kick!"

The near infinite might of Cosmic Energy was blinding. The Zodiarts desperately resisted, but it was futile. Not even he who had full mastery over this mysterious energy could stand against the full strength of the cosmos. Armor cracked and the Zodiarts screamed. Just a bit more!

But that voice returned, louder than before.

"Answer to my guidance!"

The words this time were more forceful, a command more than anything. 'What's going on?!' Gentarou yelled in his mind. This definitely wasn't the Chairman! Did he have another Zodiarts somewhere? But it didn't matter. Once the Chairman is defeated, everything will...

A green circular portal opened in between the hero and the villain. And before the eyes of the Kamen Rider club, the two were sucked inside, the strange circle closing afterward. They stared wide-eyed at what had just transpired in confusion.

"Gen-chan...?"

The Zero

Louise Francoise le Blanc de la Valliere yelped, ducking with all the grace of a drunkard as the glowing man in strange white armor nearly ran her through with his... leg?

"Wh-whoa! Out of the way!"

The students behind Louise were more or less fortunate. The students in the middle of the group pushed each other frantically, unfortunately knocking them down and causing a chain reaction of human dominoes, the few students off in the outer edges managing to get away. Luckily for them, the man in white titled the strange orange thing on his arm, sending him higher into the air, fire and smoke trailing behind him.

However, the man was so focused on avoiding the children and did not anticipate the sudden change in scenery that he didn't notice where his new trajectory took him.

Students picked themselves up from off the ground just in time to see the man scream and flail about in the air as he crashed drill first into the school's treasury with an explosion.

The students and their professor watched in silent horror as cracks ran along the wall from the hole like webs before finally giving away, debris of varying sizes falling onto the ground. Students panicked and ran away from the falling stone, their professor yelling at them to calm down. The only student who seemed to obey was the summoner herself, but it wasn't due to him, no. Outwardly, she was calmly staring at the damage her summon caused, un-heeding of the screaming and chaos around her, but in her mind was a storm of thoughts and emotions.

What did I summon- oh, what did I summon- it damaged the school! I'll be expelled for sure! No, no wait- it still isn't technically my familiar yet, right? Oh, but I was the one who summoned it! It's still my fault! But I summoned something! I'm not a failure after all! I summoned a powerful familiar! Beautiful... maybe? But MY familiar destroyed school property! I'll be punished! What would mother think? What would mother do?!

Finally, the professor had had enough of his students' panicking. And these children call themselves nobles!

"SILENCE!" The professor yelled at the top of his lungs, a bit of his old self showing through. Students immediately quieted and stopped. Louise herself was struck out of her stupor and stared at her teacher with a bit of fear. The look in his eyes reminded her all too much of her mother.

The professor took a calming breath before speaking, "Now that you're all done scurrying about like ants," he scolded, his edged tone making some of the students cower, "I would like for everyone to calm down and listen." The professor pointed his staff to two students. "The both of you shall go and find the Headmaster! Go!" The two students flinched back but ran into the school immediately to carry out his order. The professor then turned to the rest of his students. "The rest of you, except for you Miss Valliere," here he gave Louise a hard look, the poor girl trying to make herself look as small as possible, "go back to your dormitories!" His tone made absolutely no room for argument, not that any of the students were willing to disagree. The students levitated themselves back to their respective rooms, but not before giving the Valliere looks varying from snide glares, curiosity, and a bit of fear.

Satisfied, the professor addressed the pink haired girl. "You're coming with me Miss Valliere," he ordered.

Louise gulped. Why couldn't she have a peaceful, explosion-free day for once?

The Wanderer

The air in the Philippines was tough with all the smog from the traffic congestion that covered the main cities when he had first arrived, but Eiji Hino could not have been happier.

He had never visited the small country south of his birthplace before, but already he was immersing himself in its culture. This was the beauty of travelling; the wonderful experience of trying new things, keeping an open mind, learning about different people and cultures, and of course, helping people. Traveling the world was his life and he'd continue doing it for the rest of it. He joked to himself once that he'd end up dying of old age on a beaten off path somewhere in a forested mountain where people rarely traveled, though, he wouldn't mind if that did happen.

His current travels had brought him to a farmer's village off on the mountain steppes in Luzon. The young man wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead and stared at his handiwork. Today's part-time job was picking rice and wrapping them in bundles to be processed. Setting his latest bundle down, Eiji stretched his sore body, wincing when he felt his joints crack.

"Yosh, my quota is done!" he cheered, smiling in triumph as he walked back to the farm owner's house, eager to collect his pay.

A handing of money, a small meal of rice and fried pork, and a wave of goodbyes later, Eiji was once again on the road. He unfurled his map and checked his current position.

"I'm here right now..." he spoke aloud, placing a finger on the approximate area he was in, "so if I keep going here, I'll end up just above this town. Two days travel, at most." With a nod, he rolled up his map, put it into his pack, and walked on, humming himself a tune to pass the time.

He eventually came across a river, a wooden bridge connecting the two banks. Eiji looked at the water and then sniffed his underarm. He made a face and turned away. He really needed a bath.

Eiji traveled down the length of the river, making sure not to stray too far from the bridge. Looking around to make sure no one was near; he quickly set his pack down, undressed, and jumped into the water, cleansing himself of the sweat and stink he accumulated from his work. Fifteen minutes later, he was clean and refreshed. He walked back to his pack and pulled out a towel to dry himself. As he finished, he once again reached into his pack and pulled out, almost reverently, a pair of colorful, flower printed trousers.

"And here is today's underwear," Eiji said, eyes shining. The traveler slipped the trousers on and patted them, feeling like a new man. He reached for his pack once again to get a more proper set of clothes.

When the ground below him suddenly disappeared.

"Eh?" Eiji whimpered confusedly before the hole widened and engulfed him and his belongings.

Unbeknownst to him, a red mechanical bird witnessed everything.

The Sister

"Is this right, Matilda?" a rather well-endowed elf girl asked a strikingly pretty woman with green hair as she stood in the middle of a large magic circle drawn on the ground.

It was midday on the forest of Westwood, the sun playfully shining through the leaves of the trees and down on a small clearing that the small cottage stood. Children, orphans that the elf girl and her sister had taken in, watched in fascination and excitement as their adopted big sisters went about their magic spell.

When Matilda had said to Tiffania that she should summon a familiar, she was at first against the idea. She had never learned how to use magic properly, even with Matilda teaching her. Strangely enough, every spell she attempted had exploded in her face, an oddity considering her lineage (luckily, it didn't prevent her from using magic infused artifacts, like her mother's ring). She was worried that the summoning spell would end up the same way, maybe even worse due to the large amount of magic involved. However, Matilda was adamant, reasoning that Tiffania would have something to protect her when the green haired woman was away at her job and that it wouldn't hurt to at least try. The worry in her surrogate sister's eyes when she said that had made the half-elf girl accept. And now here she was.

Matilda stepped around the circle, giving it a critical eye as she periodically glanced at an open book in her arm, making sure everything was in order. It was making Tiffania nervous; she had never seen her sister look so intense before. It spoke of how important the familiar summoning ritual was.

Finally, the young woman looked at the elf with a smile. "Everything is perfect, Tiffania. Well done!"

The half-elf girl smiled in relief before smiling brightly. "Thank you, sister!"

The green haired woman nodded. "But this is just the first half. Now you must channel your magic into the circle and say the incantation. And remember, say it with feeling."

Tiffania nodded and closed her eyes. She breathed deeply to calm her nerves. This was it, the moment of truth. Slowly, she raised her wand in front of her and let the magic flow. As if responding, the magic circle glowed a green, shimmering light, almost brighter than the sun.

"I, Tiffania Westwood," she began saying the words slowly and clearly, "in the name of the great Five Pentagon Powers..." she raised her wan above her head, feeling the magic run through her body and into the magic catalyst, "following my fate, summon a familiar!"

She felt the magic leave her wand, accumulate into the air above her, and form a glowing green portal. Matilda smiled proudly at the success and the children were staring with awe and delight at the display. But it wasn't over yet; the familiar to be had still yet to come through the portal. Tiffania hoped that she would get something cute, something that the children can play with, like a rabbit or a dog.

What she did not expect was a screaming man and a small bag to fall out.

Eiji landed on his back on some soft grass. He shook his head a bit to stop the swimming in his head as he slowly picked himself up. Strange, he'd been falling for a while, he was sure his landing would have broken a few bones, but he was fine. But what just happened? What was that hole? His questions stopped as his vision cleared.

The young man took in the sudden change in scenery well enough to observe his surroundings, though that did not stop the wonder and confusion plastered all over his face. He was in a forest, a beautiful one at that, like the ones in fairy tales. There was a large wooden house under a large tree a few meters away from where he was. He quickly saw the children and two women staring at him with wide eyes, noting their clothes and more European features.

'Definitely not in the Philippines anymore...' Eiji thought. He especially noted the odd pointed ears on the blonde girl in green and the older looking woman with green hair. 'Cosplay?'

It was then that he noticed that most of them were blushing, especially the blonde girl who covered her face with her hands and the green haired woman who averted her gaze.

Eiji remembered that he had nothing but his underwear on. In front of women and children.

The young man made an embarrassed sound and covered his lower body, rather comically, with his hands.

"Um..." Tiffania started, embarrassed herself that she summoned a man in his underwear of all things and even more so that he was apparently to be her familiar, "H-hello sir..."

'French?' Eiji was worried and relieved at the same time; worried that he somehow went to another part of the world and relieved that he ended up somewhere where he could actually speak their language. His grandfather loved France and often took Eiji with him during his many trips there, business or otherwise, and eventually, he came to love France as well.

"H-Hi..." Eiji responded with a slight stutter, still covering himself. His blush increased tenfold when he realized how beautiful the girl was.

The blonde girl turned to the green haired woman. "Sister, he came through the portal...is he...?"

Matilda shook her head. "I don't know. I've never heard of anyone summoning a person before."

"D-do you think the spell failed?" the blonde girl asked.

The green haired woman shook her head again. "No, it went exactly as it should have, meaning..."

The two women looked at Eiji for a moment before turning away again, faces becoming redder.

At this point Eiji's was even more confused. Summoning? Spells? It sounded like they were talking about magic... He would've been more surprised at the prospect of such a thing, but the events that occurred about a year ago, the battles he fought, facing the impossible on a daily basis had numbed him to these things. Right now, he just wanted some answers.

But before he could ask, the green haired woman spoke up. "Whoever you are, would be kind enough to put on something more presentable?"

Eiji blinked and then nodded. He was just about to do that. He didn't want to be almost naked in front of two attractive women any longer than he had to. Once they turned around, or in the children's case were ushered back into the house, Eiji reached for his bag to pull out his jeans.

"Hmph. Eiji you idiot."

The young man stopped immediately. That voice...

"All the things he's been through, and yet he still manages to find no way to get out of it. Though, I have to admit, this is different even for me..."

Eiji turned around.

An armored, red arm floated in his view.

"...A-Ankh?" The young man said, his voice barely a whisper.

"...Huh?" Though he had no eyes, he could still 'see' and he could clearly see his friend looking right at him. "Hey... you can-"

"Ankh!" Eiji yelled in complete happiness, his current state forgotten as he grabbed his friend and shook vigorously.

"HEY! LET ME GO!"

"You're alive! Ankh, you're alive!"

Of course, their reunion did not go unnoticed by the other people present.

"S-sister, is that an arm!?"

"I-I don't-"

"Ankh!"

"Dammit, Eiji! Let me go!"

"Hey! I told you to put on some clothes!"

"Huh? Oh! Ah!"

"Kya!"

And so goes the first day of Eiji Hino's (and Ankh's) time in Halkeginia.

The Pioneer

His evolution was going to fail. His promise to the Presenters, his dream, his ambition, his planning, time, and effort, all would be a waste.

And he knew that. He had lost to their 'friendship'. He, a man who stood above all others at the height of humanity, had lost to the bonds of a bunch of high school children.

He felt the drill pierce into the outer layer of his armor. Despite the natural resistance of his Supernova state, the Cosmic Energy fueled attack was piercing through.

'Utahoshi... is this the power of your so called 'bonds'...?'

It was strange that he'd think about the man that had come the closest to being his friend. Perhaps it was because that man was like him, someone who was destined to be above humanity, the pioneers that would lead them to meet the Presenters, the most intelligent beings in the universe. The two worked endlessly to reach that end, but after finding out that they would never meet the Presenters in their lifetime, their fallout began.

It should have ended after he had killed the man's son.

He wanted to meet them, to hear their knowledge of the universe. He didn't want to let anyone else have that privilege, and for that end, he sought to use all others to reach them. He did not care for the lives that were ended by his hand. They were merely stepping stones for his ultimate goal.

But now, it was all coming to an end because of this young upstart that prattled on about 'friendship' and by extension Utahoshi himself for designing and creating that accursed belt.

The drill had pierced the armor. He felt it on his skin. No, he didn't want to die yet. He was so close!

He let out a scream of despair.

And then he was pulled into a portal that appeared between himself and his enemy.

The Shield

The St. Aegis the 32nd, Pope Vittorio Serevare shielded his eyes from the sudden amount of bright color emanating from the portal.

'Such power!' The Pope thought in awe, feeling the magic coursing through the air. There was no doubt of the power that each of the familiars of Brimir held, and soon, he would be the master of one of them. In his case, he would receive the Windalfr, the one called 'The Flute of God', who is said to tame and command even the wildest of beasts.

Such ability would be beneficial for the continued safety of his beloved Halkeginia.

The Pope would be the first man to admit that his actions regarding the safety of his homeland were atrocious. The many villages he had burned, the many people he had disappear, all for the sake of protecting his land. He felt true sadness for the sins he committed, but knew full well that they were necessary. Now, during these soon to be turbulent times, even more so. The date of the calamity that he foresaw upon the mirror would soon be upon them and he needed to be prepared. Many Halkeginians will not survive it, and the rest would seek to turn themselves upon each other to take whatever meager resources would be left over from the destruction of their land.

The only way for his people to survive would be to move. Under the light of the Pope and Founder, he would lead them east to the Holy Lands and wage war with the Elves that currently occupy it. He would have to walk the path of the Founder Brimir and lead his people to salvation, even if it meant the genocide of an entire race.

And for that, he needed power.

The light eventually died down, the great walls of the Pope's golden throne room no longer reflecting the vibrant light. Knights and holy priest-mages stared at their Pope in awe. The portal disappeared and smoke replaced the light and billowed from the center of the summoning circle. All could make out the shadow of something within the smoke.

And it was coughing.

Vittorio gestured to one of his mages, "Get rid of this smoke, would you? My familiar seems to be having trouble breathing."

"Yes, your Holiness." The mage immediately cast a small wind spell and sent the smoke away.

Standing in the middle of the circle was a man, an older one, judging by his graying hair and wrinkled face. His clothes were unlike what Halkeginia has made before, but one can easily tell that he was dressed formally; an ensemble of a black jacket, waistcoat, trousers, and polished shoes, a white dress shirt underneath his waistcoat. A yellow and black cravat tied around his neck with an obsidian brooch attached on its center and on his left jacket pocket rested a bright red pocket square. The Pope furrowed his brow slightly. Where had he seen clothes like that before?

The elder man fanned away the smoke with one hand while the other clutched his chest, as if gripping a mortal wound. And then the man fell, but the Pope was upon him in a blink, catching the man before his knees touched the ground. The elder man looked at Vittorio for a moment in confusion, but smiled and nodded in thanks.

"Thank you, young man." The well dressed man said. "I don't know what you did, but you saved me." Vittorio raised an eyebrow. He had not understood a single word. The look of confusion was clearly seen by the elder man.

"Hm, of course, you do not look Japanese. How about..." and then the elder man went about speaking in several different languages that the Pope could not place. Eventually the man came across a particular one. "Can you understand me now?"

The Pope nodded. "Yes, that one I know well. It is our language."

"Hm, French? How am I suddenly in France?"

"France? You are in Halkeginia."

The elder man raised an eyebrow. "Halkeginia? I am not aware of such a place."

He did not know of Halkeginia? That was strange. Unless... the man's style of dress, the strange languages he had never heard before. He did not even recognize him, the Pope. It was then that he remembered why this man's clothing seemed so familiar. It was a common state of dress of many adult men...

...In the other world.

"You..." Vittorio began slowly, "are from Earth?"

The elder man stared at the Pope with wide eyes for a second before narrowing. "You mean to say I am on a different world? But you are human."

The Pope merely smiled and pointed to the ceiling where a glass skylight provided a view of the night sky. "We have two moons."

The elder man's eyes shot upwards, and indeed, two colored moons hovered in the night sky. "I... see." The elder man said slowly, but his thoughts were whirling. He was on an alien planet occupied by what looked like humans and was transported to it almost instantaneously.

'That portal...' He can remember for a second a strange portal appearing before him and forcing him inside. It was brimming with Cosmic Energy. The elder man looked at the blonde haired man and let out a bit of his power, small enough to go unnoticed. What he found almost made him laugh.

'Cosmic Energy! These people have Cosmic Energy!'

This was a sign from the Presenters.

A different world. Different people. All able to become Zodiarts.

And a different world meant no obstacles to keep him from his goal.

No Fourze.

The elder man slowly got his bearings, and after thanking Vittorio once again, he stood upon his own feet. He looked at the young man. "May I please have your name, young man?"

The Pope smiled. "But of course. I am Pope Vittorio Serevare, Saint Aegis the 32nd, the Shield of the Founder."

The elder man returned the smile and laughed inwardly at the man's title. Religion was such a useless thing. "And I am Mitsuaki Gamou, Amanogawa High School's school board chairman." He stopped to look at his surroundings, noting the knights in full armor and the robed priests.

'Interesting. It seems these people aren't as technologically advanced as Earth.' He thought, not seeing a firearm on the knights or an electrical powered object in sight. 'How, then, were they able to bring me here?'

"You must be quite confused," the Pope started, brushing Mitsuaki from his thoughts to look at the man, "Being summoned here so suddenly."

"Summoned?" Mitsuaki asked. "How, exactly, were you able to do such a thing?"

"Through the use of the summoning spell, an age old magic ritual that seeks out the familiar most suited to the mage and brings it to them." Vittorio replied.

"Magic?"

The Pope smiled again. "Ah, yes. Where you come from, they do not have magic."

'These people seem to think that their Cosmic Energy is something as fanciful as magic.' The former chairman thought snidely. "So, this magic is what created that portal?" he asked aloud. At the young man's nod, he chuckled. "Interesting. But how did you know that the people of my world do not have magic?"

"The Founder has blessed me with some of his gifts. Scrying being one of them." The Pope replied, his voice full of reverence for the man that made their society possible.

"I see." Mitsuaki was impressed. To have developed his Cosmic Energy so far to enable scrying upon different worlds... He'd have to try that one day. "And why is it that you called me?"

"As I've said, the summoning ritual chooses the familiar best suited to the mage."

"So it was not your intention to summon me." Mitsuaki stated with a slight smirk on his face. "You mentioned something about me becoming your familiar, yes?"

Vittorio nodded. "That is correct. Once I make a contract with you, you will become the Windalfr."

"Windalfr?"

"One of the Founder's familiars, the Flute of God, said to be able to command any beast from the smallest of mice to the largest of dragons."

That got Mitsuaki's attention. An ability like that would be beneficial for his plans. Yes, he can already see many uses for this ability; spies in the form of nondescript creatures, expendable soldiers, easy transportation. Coupled with his knowledge of Cosmic Energy...

"However, you are still not contracted to me, so you are not the Windalfr yet."

"So what are you waiting for?" The former chairman asked, hiding his eagerness.

The Pope sighed. "Well, I did not expect to receive someone from a different world, as well as someone so..."

"Old?" Mitsuaki smirked.

"... I mean no disrespect." The blonde haired man bowed his head slightly. "But this is the will of the Founder. If you are to be my Windalfr, then so be it."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Vittorio regarded the man strangely. "You're taking all of this quite well..."

Mitsuaki merely shrugged. "I've learned to take things as they come with an open mind."

Vittorio chuckled lightly at that. "Very well. Stand still." The blonde haired man raised his staff and pointed it at the elder man's forehead. And then he spoke the words.

"Pentagram of the Five Elements, I bind this creature as my familiar."

A burning sensation erupted from Mitsuaki's right hand causing him to look at it with curiosity. The pain was nothing but the runes inscribing themselves onto his hand were quite the show. The former chairman felt the power coming from them. Soon, the inscribing finished, and the former chairman was left with the word he assumed to mean 'Windalfr' branded deep onto the back of his hand.

The Pope smiled. "Congratulations, you are now the Windalfr. I hope our partnership will benefit the future of Halkeginia."

"Partnership? I do not remember agreeing to such a thing."

The Pope did a double take. The knights and priests looked at the elder man with wide eyes, appalled that he just disregarded their Pope in such a manner.

The Pope was slightly worried, but knew the mental portion of the runes would take into effect soon to make the elder man obedient.

But what was this horrible feeling...?

"Well," Vittorio began slowly, "You have become my familiar. As such, a partnership between us is-"

"Kneel."

The Pope gasped in pain as he felt a wave of energy hitting him with the force of a punch, bringing him down onto his knees, his staff clattering onto the floor. The priests tried to rush to the side of their leader but were forced back by the same force that had their leader on his knees. The knights drew their swords.

"What did you do to his Holiness, cur!?"

"You dare strike the Founder's Shield!?"

"You will pay with your life!"

Vittorio raised his head, straining from the pain. "What did you do?"

Mitsuaki merely chuckled.

And then his eyes glowed a malicious red.

"I am the Sun. You are merely an insignificant planet that revolves around me."

One of the knights had had enough. Not only did this stranger just harm their Founder's Messenger, he belittled him! Called him insignificant! Even after his Holiness bound him to be his sacred familiar! With a yell full of rage, he charged at the elder man, his sword poised to take his life.

Black fog and lights as bright as stars filled his vision before a flaming arrow pierced his chest. He did not even have time to scream as his body was disintegrated into nothing, not leaving behind even a speck of dust.

All stared at the transformed man with great fear. What was once an elderly man was now a beast come straight out of their nightmares. It was covered from head to toe in a regal yet intimidating black armor that did not reflect any light, red and gold accents and white wings of angels covering the form. The flaming sign of Sagittarius the Archer, the bow and arrow, was emblazoned proudly on the armor's chest plate and extended down to his abdomen. On his back emanated what seemed to be a frozen flames giving the appearance of folded wings. His right forearm was enclosed by a circular gauntlet carrying stakes of silver, red, and gold metal. On his left rested a large, black and gold bow, a small line of flame creating its 'string'. The majority of his head was covered by a helmet, an aged skull making up the upper portion of the helmet, the skull's eyes glowing with the same red malevolent light as his own. A black, fan-like crown protruded from the top of the skull, red jewels embedded at its ends. A black visor framed by gold rested just below the skull's mouth, acting as his eyes. The only unarmored part of his head was his jaw, which showed ash colored skin and a mouth set permanently into a scowl.

Everyone was frozen in place, fear gripping them at the sight of the living nightmare and how easily he killed one of their knights. They could all feel the raw power that this being held.

The Pope was shaking. How could this have happened? What kind of being had he just summoned!? There was nothing in the other world like this man!

"M-Monster!" One of the knights, a leader, from the looks of the more ornate armor, yelled. "You dare strike down a man within these holy walls, and in front of his Holiness himself!? Beasts like you deserve to die!" The other knights snapped out of their fear at their leader's words. "Brothers! Would you allow this insult to our Founder continue to live!?" A resounding 'No!' was their response. "Then to arms! Mages, ready your spells! Knights, raise your swords! This beast shall pay for its crimes with its life!"

They all cheered, their morale bolstered by inspiring speech and then glared at Mitsuaki.

"Attack!" Their leader yelled, charging at the former chairman, the others following his example, all of them yelling. The mages of the group finished casting their spells and flew them at the man, ice, lightning, fireballs, and stone hurtling at him with great speed.

"No! Stop!" the Pope yelled, but it was too late.

Mitsuaki said nothing as he raised his bow to the sky and fired a barrage of innumerable flaming arrows. Like burning rain they fell upon the knights, mages, and spells, homing in on their targets as if they were alive.

Like the poor knight from before, they had no time to scream as their bodies burned away to nothing.

And now only the former chairman and the Pope remained.

Mitsuaki lowered his arm and kneeled, meeting the Vittorio's eyes with his own. Though the creature's face was scowling and made no sound, the blonde haired man could tell that he was silently laughing at him.

"What are you?" the Pope said, his tone defiant but his form shaking.

"The ultimate being. The pinnacle of human evolution." Mistuaki stated. There was no arrogance in his tone as if he was stating a natural fact.

"The pinnacle of humanity? You? You are nothing but a monster!"

The former chairman shook his head. "Alas, those who cling to the planet's surface cannot hope to understand the brilliance of stars." He then materialized his Zodiarts Switch and pressed the button, reverting him to his human form. "But you should rejoice. You have saved the life of the Sun. Therefore, you deserve a proper place in my ranks... as my most valued pawn."

"I will never serve you!" Vittorio yelled.

Mitsuaki laughed.

"You don't have a choice."

Red eyes glowed and the Pope felt a sharp pain in his head. He felt his mind attacked, unraveled, and changed. But he also felt the dark intentions of the man before him, his plans, what he intends to do.

In his last moments of consciousness, Vittorio cried.

He had sought to save Halkeginia, but all he had done was serve to accelerate its destruction.

The Ender

The endless void he so long desired was welcomed with as much emotion as he could muster.

None at all.

He floated in the darkness, unthinking, but content. Though he did not attain his desire to end the world from which he was birthed, this was the next best option. Nothing to worry about, no past, no future, no present; this was the ultimate peace. How long he lay floating in the void, he did not care. Nothing else was needed.

The only other thing that resided with him in this void were the mythical coins that had brought about his and their supposed destruction. Many had been destroyed when they were brought into the black hole, yes, but a few proved to be more resilient than he had thought. It seemed that only power equal to the coins could truly destroy them.

And not much can match the power that was said to be beyond infinity.

As such, the void's only sentient resident collected the trinkets that belonged to his set. Only five of the original ten survived and resided in his body now, and each fueled the wonderful feeling of nothingness.

And so he lay unmoving and would continue to do so for the rest of eternity.

His eyes shot open when he felt himself pulled into a strange glowing portal.

Who dares disturb my ending!?

Then he vanished...

...and so did the coins.

The Empty

The Mad King Joseph de Gallia stared at the strange creature in front of him.

It was a tall, humanoid thing and looked to be an amalgam of creatures he had never seen before. On its chest was the head of a three-horned monster, a golden jewel emblazoned on its forehead. Its shoulders were covered by the heads of strange long-faced creatures, their mouths like the beak of a bird, acting like pauldrons. And on its head was a terrifying sharp-toothed dragon, its mouth open as if taking a bite, revealing an almost human face. The creature's eyes were covered by a strange purple material and its silver mouth was set to a permanent frown. On its lower body it appeared to wear silver armor, but upon inspection, the armor was actually a part of the creature. A curious belt was strapped around the creature's waist, jewels as gold as the one on its chest embedded along the strap, the buckle holding a larger jewel.

Suddenly, the creature grunted and collapsed, clutching its chest. Strange silver coins fell onto the stone floor, Joseph noting that the coins came from inside the creature's body. The creature then began to speak, its voice deep and echoing, but Joseph could not make out what language it was speaking. The king made a gesture to one of his court mages and he immediately, albeit with no small amount of fear, complied by pointing his wand at the creature and muttering the words for the translation spell.

"...-injuries should have healed from my time in the void," the creature said, his words now understood by all present. "Unless time stands still within it. That might be the case. It felt like I had spent an eternity in there."

If Joseph could feel any emotion, he would've been confused. What was this creature talking about? He was trapped within the Void? It doesn't matter, right now he must finish the binding ritual. Joseph stepped toward the creature and placed his wand on its forehead.

"Pentagram of the Five Elements, I bind this creature as my familiar."

The words said and magic coursing through the wand, the runes manifested themselves upon the creature's brow with a bright flame. The creature stopped its mumblings just as the flame dissipated to reveal the freshly inscribed runes. Though the creature had no visible eyes, Joseph could feel them staring at him.

"What did you do to me?" the purple thing asked in a clipped tone.

Joseph raised an amused eyebrow. The creature should not have the capacity to question its new master after having been bound to him. But he indulged it, "I have bound you as my familiar."

"Familiar? Like a slave?"

"Of course not. A familiar is more like a servant."

"And yet I have been branded like a slave."

A smile. "So you have."

"Would I be correct to assume that you are the one who brought me here?"

"Yes, that is corre-"

Joseph found himself unable to say the rest of his sentence as his throat was gripped tight by clawed fingers. A purple visor was mere inches away from his face. The room erupted into chaos.

"You took away my ending," the creature stated, a hint of malice in his voice, even as soldiers tried to pry him off of their king to no avail. Joseph tried to gasp for air, his hands grabbing the creature's own to pry him off, but only served to strengthen the creature's grip.

The soldiers ran back as blasts of elemental spells bombarded the creature's back, courtesy of the king's court mages. Blades of air, spears of ice, slabs of stone, and torrents of fire hit the thing's back, but they had no effect, the creature barely even moving an inch.

"I was content and complete. But not anymore." The sheer apathy in the thing's voice despite being hit by numerous spells that would have killed any man, mage or no, gave rise to something deep within Joseph, but he did not know what it was.

In a lazy motion, the creature raised its free hand. In it, the thing held one of the strange coins that the king saw fell out of the creature's body and flicked it at one of the candelabras that lit the room. But it instead of the coin ricocheting away like most would have expected, the coin instead sank into a strange slot that somehow appeared on the candelabrum.

And then it changed.

What was once a candelabrum was now a creature resembling the one that currently had Joseph in its hold. It stood tall, taller than all in this room aside from its maker. It looked like a strange mix of a human and a wingless dragon, its skin redder than blood and eyes glowing like rubies. With a yell, it launched itself upon the mages and soldiers.

They stood no chance against it, whatever it was.

Screams of panic and death replaced screams of anger as the red dragon-human thing tore through the people in the room, figuratively and literally. Hope had sparked in the mages in that the creature seemed to be affected by spells, unlike it maker, but it was short lived as the red dragon-human proved to be more than capable of dodging them with its speed and natural instincts.

The purple creature continued to address the man as if nothing out of ordinary was happening, "Because of you, I must find my completeness once more. But how is the question..." He only had five Core Medals in his possession... far less than the amount needed. Perhaps he could make them? He had contemplated the creation of man-made Core Medals back when he was human...

Coins jingled in his ears from somewhere far away.

"Hmm?" The purple creature raised its head to the sky. "Did they follow me...?"

Jingle. Jingle.

If he could smirk, he would have. "So they did."

There was a chance then, a chance to create another Medal Vessel.

"And this time, I'll make a few improvements..."

"Explosion!"

A small explosion erupted just in front of Joseph who had managed to pull out his wand as the creature was distracted by his thoughts. It had hurt the Mad King as well, being merely an arm's length away from the source, but it was a small sacrifice if it meant riding the world of this thing. If normal spells did not work, then surely a Void spell would have done the trick.

A clawed hand grabbed the king's wand arm and bent it unceremoniously, eliciting a sharp snapping noise and a scream.

"I heard them calling you a king." The creature continued, its head reared back from the force of the explosion, but still looked no worse for wear. "And a king has resources. Resources that I need."

The creature's skin seemed to disappear before Joseph's eyes revealing a pile of writhing silver coins. He noticed five in particular that were different. All were purple, just like the creature, and glowed with a malevolent light.

"Lucky for you, you get to live."

And then the coins dived into the Mad King's body. It was the most painful thing he had ever experienced in his life.

It was then that Joseph finally placed that feeling that the creature gave him just moments ago.

It was fear.

And then the Mad King knew no more.

The idea for this fic came from a certain forum I frequent. I posted the idea for this and the Kamen Rider people seemed to like it, so I developed the idea. At the time, I was feeling upset that there were no good Kamen Rider crossovers with ZnT that didn't use OCs, or even ones that did use OCs but were not really thought through deeply. So I used those feelings as a push to make this. I do not mean to offend anyone with that statement and if I did, I profusely apologize.

So yeah, I had all four Void mages summon characters from a different world, some getting the shorter end of the stick than others. Canon has been thoroughly and irreparably changed, so it'll be like a whole different story with the same characters.

Take note that I will be taking liberties with the movies and such to make this story work. Megamax in particular.

Planning this is gonna be one hell of a doozy. Expect really slow updates on this.