[KyoryuBlue]

Kamen Rider: V0!l) (VOID)

Hey Guys, if you are reading this fiction I really do appreciate it.

I'm not going to lie, I appreciate you taking the time to even give this page "views". But, I really would enjoy some feedback in what I can do to make this story stronger. I do intend on making the plot a little thicker, with new monsters, new riders, and a brand new Toku Team.

But, there is a catch unfortunately. I need you. The people reading it.

I am a very self conscious person by nature, and as such I need the feedback of others... Or I probably wont be able to go on, and even though it is only a Fan Fiction. I would appreciate other fan's thoughts on it before I get too deep into the rabbit hole... So, if you do read this. Please PM me your thoughts thus far on the fiction. It would really help me, and the creative process. Before... I just kinda drop it.

Thanks.

- Dzko / KyoryuBlue

VOID In SUIT -






Prolouge

The skies above shed tears of despair. As they knew of the crime that was about to partake. The city of Neo-Osaka. Some could say the crime was at a all time high. But, it was for those above the regular class to decide this statistic. For regular civil people. The crime was non-existent. No thievery, arson, murder or even jay walking. But, for those who ride. They Ride. The air of death in Neo-Osaka was thick. But, only The Riders knew any better.

Each streetlamp playing the game of witness to each battle, and each fallen blade owned to the transposed rider. Patting a thick layer of blood on the streets below. Yet, the civilians remain ignorant only mentioning the rider battles in passing of fear that they to may end up a victim of The Keeper. But, the ignorant are blessed with the prestige that comes with holding the belt and yelling out.

"HENSHIN!!!"

The Rider ran of out the ally blade in one hand laser gun in the other flying out in a hail of firing.

"...Henshin..."

The other rider laxly changed in a peaceful jingling from his belt. Taking few steps forward, the rain below making sucking noises from his boot below as if gravity itself was slowed for every step he took. a halbred materialized from the air allowing him to block each shot that came at him.

"You have been sent to kill me as instructed by The Keeper. I understand your need to fight. But you do not have to."

Passively the axe rider set the hilt of his weapon to the ground causing the rain to stop in mid air, yet the dirk wielding Rider sped through this rain no longer firing. Little did this rider know he was already dead. Long before he left the alley. Long before The Keeper blessed him with this armor.

"I am Kamen Rider Ares. This is your one chance to survive. I am willing to let you set down your weapon, and beg for your life. I pegged you out before he could. You are on a suicide run, as for each rider you kill you grow stronger. You could try to kill me, but it is nothing but misfortune for you, as I have slain thousands of your friends from spawning."

"KYEAAAAAAHHH!!!"

His dagger doubled in size to strike the halbred. One. Two. Three times. As noneffective as it was, Ares stood passively almost looking down this other rider the streets themselves warping as if in another world. Because The Riders did get transported to another world. A place where time itself stops for Riders. "The Void" Neo-Osaka was not known for the death toll. But, crime itself stopped for a reason. The population had lowered. Tourism had even stopped. As if Osaka was red flagged. Or something, was keeping people inside of this bubble... The VOID

"Hngh."

He fell to the ground blood pooling below him bubbling, burning the suit around him was melting his flesh. He stood no chance against this force.

"I told you to surrender. But now, your misfortune has brought the death count on my hands to 131. Enjoy the afterlife..."

He knelt down on both knees next to the body.

"Holy father of death to whom I hold so dear, allow this soul to pass peacefully on the River Styx. I pay this penance for safe voyage"

His left arm began to glow and the armor pealed away revealing his arm. With his axe he severed the skin and let the laceration poor blood onto the corpse, cooling The Unknown Rider's body down.

"It was not his fault, O' Mighty Lord. I pay this offering to you. My Blood. This blood with carry him as far as the gates. Please ensure his safety."

He held his hands together once more, the bleeding stopped followed by the corpse of this foe glowing, and bursting into lights fading away into nothingness leaving a circle of empty text as if a spell. But, it was no magic. Only a grave site left for this victim. But, who was The Killer? The one who slain him? Or the one who sent him to die.

"Amen."

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