Greetings fellow readers and writers! You are about to experience the second part of The Obsidian Wars and I hope you like it! I confess, it's been a long time coming, I have my reasons for waiting so long and I apologize for the wait. I had originally planned to start posting much earlier this year but what with a lot of personal issues in my life, I hadn't had time to write. I was also discouraged from writing this story due to the fact that not only was Ever After High put on indefinite hiatus if not outright canceled, I also didn't like the new Monster High movies that much. All in all, it has been a rather uninspiring several months. Nevertheless, I'm back in the groove and hopefully will deliver a fantastic tale to tell.

Okay, last time we were in the world of Ever After High where Apple White, Raven Queen and their fairytale friends, along with Avery Manning and his fellow Riders recruited by The Alabaster Council, were celebrating their victory over the forces of The Obsidian Council, only for Frankie Stein to arrive via portal with dire news from Monster High. Now the story continues as Frankie begs her friend C.A. Cupid to come home to put right a great wrong.

This time around, not only will we be crossing Ever After High with Monster High, as well as elements from Kamen Rider Kabuto, there'll also be elements from Kamen Rider 555 and Kiva. There'll be references and elements from other Rider shows, as well as references to other things that will be made clear as the story progresses.

As usual, everything in this story, sans the story itself and my original characters, belong to their respective owners, so please don't sue me, I'm only trying to tell what will surely amount to a fantastic tale.

Again as usual, there'll be those who don't like the story, while there'll be those whom downright hate it. That's your prerogative, but please don't hammer we with overly negative reviews. Just remember…THIS IS FANFICTION!
And now, without further delay, the story begins!

Prolog: The Darkness Gathers

Beneath flashing and crashing thunderclouds lay a desolate mountain, atop which stood a derelict castle that, to the casual passerby, was completely abandoned. That is, assuming any casual passersby were in the area, for if there were, they wouldn't have lived to tell the tale.

The area for miles around the castle was guarded by hundreds of, at first glance, ordinary men and women. Yet closer inspection would reveal that these people were not your average Normies. Each one was a cold blooded killer whom wouldn't hesitate a millisecond over murdering any human whom dared to trespass, while also wouldn't think twice about taking innocent lives elsewhere.

Even closer inspection revealed that the homicidal guards, while integrated into a unified force of evil and death, were in essence divided by attire and fashion statements. One half wore various shades of gray in sensible, casual clothes, while the women among them wore little if any makeup.

On the other hand, there was the outlandishly attired half whom wore colors that were, more often than not, almost assaulted the eye, while also decking themselves in bizarre and often impractical accessories and makeup.

While the two groups were united under a common, dark purpose, the individuals of the two sects bore little, if any, respect for each other and only grudgingly worked together because they were ordered to do so by their superiors. Nothing would make the gray-clad group happy than to vent their frustrations on their counterparts, while the feeling was mutual for the outlandishly attired.

Yet they held their tempers in check, the two dark groups, knowing full well that to give in to their mutual mistrust and loathing would bring down the wrath of their superiors, as well as the wrath of the man responsible for bringing them together in the first place.

The man in question wasn't so much a man but a monster in human form. Atop the tallest tower in the derelict castle stood that very man. He was of average height with short, slightly balding black hair and gray eyes behind glasses, wearing a black business suit and tie that failed to hide the slight bulge in his waist. Yet despite his seemingly ordinary appearance, this was not a man to be underestimated, for Irvin U. Weis, proxy for The Obsidian Council, was in a very bad mood, the boiling thunderclouds overhead giving testament to his dark prowess.

Currently, Irvin was gripping the stone railing of the tower balcony hard enough to crack the masonry, his gray eyes burning with cold fury at the gathered individuals sitting around a conference table behind him. On one side of the table were three of the gray-clad, two men and a woman, while on the other side were two men and a woman in outlandish getups. Also at the table were two individuals in black robes.

"All I've asked of you people is not to disappoint me," said Irvin as he kept his back to the table, "just do your jobs and show successful results. That's all I ask, that's all Obsidian asks."

Irvin then turned around and glared at the gathered at those in gray and in outlandish colors, "and yet you Kaijin are nothing but miserable failures! Why is it that I wind up with the most incompetent of Dai-Shocker's abominations, while that flamboyant fop, Cuthbert, he gets to utilize The Worms!?"

"With all due respect, Mr. Weis," says one of the gray-clad men, "we Orphnochs are vastly superior to those shuffling buffoons, The Worms."

"Whereas we Fangire are vastly superior to you Orphnochs any day of the week," says one of the outlandishly clad men in a smug, snobbish manner.

"Oh yes, the aristocratic Kaijin," says the other gray-clad man, "thank you so much for showing all of us how utterly incompetent you flamboyant fools are!"

"And such fragile fools they are," said the gray-clad woman, "tell me, how many of your kind were recently shattered beyond repair?"

"How many of your lackluster camp has turned to dust?" asked the outlandishly dressed woman, "how many of your kind was destroyed by Faiz?"

"Not as many as your kind were destroyed by Kiva!" snapped one of the gray-clad men, "which goes to show that we Orphnoch are tougher than Fangire!"

"At least we Fangire are gifted with immortality," said one of the outlandishly dressed men, "where as you Orphnoch, you'll be lucky to live out a full ten years!"

"You want to make this personal!?" exclaimed the other gray-clan men as he and his compatriots stood up, their skin glowing with lines of energy that formed animal-like patterns.

"We accept your invitation!" said the other outlandishly dressed man as he and his cohorts stood up, their skin glowing with multi-colored patterns that resembled stain glass.

"Gentlemen! Ladies!" said one of the black-robed individuals, "this is hardly the time and place to resort to fisticuffs!"

"At last the dark magic users speak," says the gray-clad woman, "and just what have you and yours been doing to alleviate the situation!? What have you Shadow Acolytes been doing while our comrades are being slaughtered by those disgusting teenage Monster and their Rider allies!?"

"We've been following our orders from Obsidian," said the other black-robed individual, "as well all have."

"Obsidian be damned!" snapped one of the outlandishly-dressed men, "this alliance was a bad idea to begin with! Dai-Shocker is for Dai-Shocker!"

"Whereas us Kaijin should be for us Kaijin!" said one of the gray-clad men, "no mixing of the species!"

"ENOUGH!" shouted Irvin with enough force to make the tower tremble with enough force to make the arguing individuals nearly lose their balance. The Fangire and Orphnoch then calmed down as their skin cleared of the energy lines and they sat down.

"I have had it up to my neck with you idiots!" said Irvin, "if you can't get along long enough to get the job done, I'll find others to lead your groups! Others whom at least know the definition of the word 'cooperation!'"

"We are well aware of the essentiality of cooperation, Mr. Weis," said one of the black-robed individuals, the Shadow Acolytes, "this operation is one which The Obsidian Council is gambling towards the acceleration of Kralizec."

"The Obsidian Council never gambles," said Irvin coldly, "Nor are they known for making mistakes. Or rather, they quickly correct their mistakes, often at the liquidation of those responsible for those mistakes, and such painful and lingering liquidations they are."

"Well, what can we do!?" exclaimed one of the Fangire.

"You can act like professionals, that's what!" snapped Irvin.

"We tried that," said one of the Orphnoch, "and what has that gotten us? We only have one of the pieces of The Star, while those wretched, do-gooder Monsters have the other!"

"Correction, we have two, remember?" said a Southern accent with a flair of aristocracy from the doorway inside the tower. There stood a vampire dressed like a well-dressed nobleman from the late 18th Century with shaggy brown and red hair with bright pink eyes, looking like he had every reason in the world to be smug about something big.

"To be specific," said the vampire, "We have one, whereas the second is locked in Headmistress Bloodgood's vault at Monster High, a fact we shall soon remedy."

"Well, about time you showed up," said one of the Fangire.

"Too busy plugging your new girlfriend?" one of the Orphnochs asked, "oh, sorry, I meant your old girlfriend."

"What I and my renewed paramour do in our spare time is our business and no one else's," said the vampire as he sauntered in, "though I were one to brag, which I'm not, let's just say that our spare time is well occupied."

"Enough with the posturing, Valentine," said Irvin irately, "you were saying on the pieces of The Star?"

"Yes, about that little old Star," said Valentine as he walked over to the table, "we do indeed have one piece, while the one my lovely paramour so graciously found before coming around to our way of reasoning is locked in Bloodgood's vault. And she's determined that the third piece is indeed with that irritatingly cute Frankie Stein and her friends, they just don't know it yet. But they will, my friends, they will."

"Make sense already, you pompous poser!" snapped the Orphnoch woman.

"I thought I was making sense," said a mildly surprised Valentine, "well, allow me to make it even more sensible; our opponents are unaware that they've been sitting on the third piece of The Star of Rosskarn all along."

"Of course!" said a viciously smiling Irvin, "the third piece is at Monster High! With the third piece, we can finally begin searching for the remaining six!"

"There's just one problem to that, Mr. Weis," said one of the Fangire, "Monster High has its own defenses against hostile intruders. Twice already we Fangire attempted to penetrate those walls to no avail."

"Likewise for us Orphnoch," said the gray-clad woman, "but if the third piece is indeed somewhere in Monster High, then we Orphnoch will get it, no matter the cost!"

"Over our immortal bodies!" snapped the female Fangire, "if any Kaijin has the right to lay claim to the third piece, it shall be a Fangire!"

"As if you can sneak into Monster High undetected with that getup!" said the female Orphnoch.

"Where as you couldn't blend in with the sidewalk!" snapped one of the male Fangire. At which both sets of Kaijin stood up, their skin glowing with their respective energy lines as they got ready to fight again.

But then they heard Valentine laughing, causing the Kaijin to lose their concentration and look at the vampire.

"No wonder you lot keep getting destroyed," laughed Valentine, "you're so eager to destroy each other, you leave nothing for the enemy!"

"And you think you can do better?!" one of the male Fangire asked.

"As a matter of fact, yes," said Valentine, "but that's not important right now. What is important is that we have two pieces of The Star, the brats from Monster High have a third, while six more lay unaccounted for."

"We already established that!" snapped Irvin, "And yet you all were countered by a gaggle of teenagers! The Obsidian Council has little if any tolerance for failure!"

"Another fact already established," said Valentine, "but be at ease, my dear Mr. Weis. The progress already made has given us some leeway with The Obsidian Council. After all, I am the one who destroyed that meddling half-breed, and acquired a piece of The Star."

"Is that all you've done!?" snapped the female Orphnoch, "while so many of our brothers and sisters have been destroyed!?"

"We're doing all the real fighting and have many of us have paid the ultimate price!" said the female Fangire, "just what have you been up to that's so important!?"

"Why, orchestrating the capture of Monster High itself," said Valentine.

It was then the female Fangire's turn to laugh, only this was a derisive laugh, "as if you could capture Monster High, Valentine."

"That's Lord Valentine to you!" said a mildly irate female vampire with a Romanian accent. She stood at the doorway dressed in a black dress that brought out the more sensual features of her body, black high-heeled shoes, black makeup and accessories, while the dress itself was covered in sequences that sparkled with every flash of lightning overhead. She had pale-pink skin and a cold yet seductive smile, while her eyes were blood read.

"Ah, Lady Draculaura," said Irvin in a genuinely pleased tone as the female vampire sauntered over, "how delightful to see you again," he then politely took and kissed her outstretched hand.

"Charming as always, Mr. Weis," said Draculaura, "and yet you are so tense, so overwrought. You really must try to relax more."

"I would if I had more competent allies," said Irvin.

"If wishes were Pegasus," said Valentine in an offhanded manner, "nevertheless," he then walked over to Draculaura and took her hands in his, "we must carry on with what we have, while taking advantage of anything better that comes along."

"Then would you care to enlighten us as to how you're going to capture Monster High?" asked one of the male Orphnoch.

"Well, it's not so much as my plan, per say," remarked Valentine, "but rather one belonging to the lovely Lady Draculaura. Would you be a gem, dearest, and explain to our fiendish friends?"

"It's a rather simple and straightforward plan," said Draculaura, "entailing nothing less than the capture and domination of Monster High. Oh, but you tell it so well, darling," said Draculaura to Valentine, "do tell, I insist."

"If you insist," said Valentine as he and Draculaura embraced and kissed with wicked passion, "I can never refuse you anything," with that they kissed again.

"I think I'm going to be sick," remarked the female Fangire irately, while the two male Fangire looked equally disgusted and disgruntled.

"If you two are done with your public displays of affection," said a annoyed Irvin, "I was just about to unveil my own plan to take over Monster High, when you two so graciously barged in on my meeting!"

"Oh, by all means, do tell yours as well," said Valentine, "I'm sure it's charming."

"Mr. Weis's plan is probably the same as yours," said one of the Fangire, "attack Monster High, overwhelm the defenses, take hostages and demand the return of Obsidian's property."

"It's more complicated than that," said Irvin, "but in essence, yes." He then glared at Valentine and Draculaura, "you have something else in mind?"

"No, we pretty much had the same plan," said Draculaura.

"Attack Monster High, take hostages and get the Star piece back," said Valentine, "but our plan involves something else, something special, something we need time to acquire."

"So, would you be a dear, Mr. Weis," said Draculaura, "and wait on your plan while Valentine and I find and return with what we need? Of course you would, we're all on the same side, aren't we?"

"I love the way you take control of the situation," said Valentine. With that he and Draculaura embraced and kissed lustfully.

"Now I'm going to be sick," said the male Orphnoch.

"I suppose I can wait until you are ready," said Irvin, "but don't delay too long. I have little patience, while The Obsidian Council has even less."

"We won't be long," said Draculaura, "won't we, darling?"

"Of course not," said Valentine, "we wouldn't want to disappoint your former friends who so miss you, especially that werewolf who had it so bad for you. Now what was his name? Claudius? Christopher? Oh, right, Clawd."

"That dog?" asked a disgusted Draculaura as the vile pair walked out of the room, "remind me to have him fixed the next time I see him."

"Insufferable twits," said an irate Irvin once the two vampires were out of earshot, "I should have had both of them staked when I had the chance." He then looked at the assembled Orphnochs and Fangire, "I don't give a flying frak about your grievances with each other! You will cooperate on this assignment, or I'll have you all liquidated! Obsidian has little patience for delays, but even less for uncooperative Kaijin! Is that understood!"

"YES, MR. WEIS!" said the assembled Kaijin.