The Arms Monsters (アームズモンスター, Āmuzu Monsutā?) are last of the three of the 13 Demon Races (魔族, Mazoku?) wiped out by Fangires, whom they hate to be compared to and vowed revenge on the genocide of their races. Though they attacked/helped Otoya on a regular basis, the three eventually grew accustomed to his face when the King offers them a chance to be spared. Refusing to execute their friend, they were sealed away into small statues until Otoya saves them. However, upon making a Darkness Pledge (闇の盟約, Yami no Meiyaku?) to Otoya prior to his death, they are marked with orbs on their bodies and their original abilities sealed as they are then placed inside Castle Doran as its caretakers, watching over Wataru and the events of the outside world via tarot cards or playing chess or Hell's Old Maid to pass the time, the later game having a penalty on the loser. As a result of the pact, the Arm Monsters become Kiva's supporters, protecting the Wonderful Blue Sky Organization by allowing Kiva to access other powerful forms, possessing their fighting skills and mentality. They can sometimes get directly involved when needed to support Kiva. During the events of Cho Kamen Rider Den-O & Decade Neo Generations: The Onigashima Warship, the Arms Monsters were briefly possessed by Urataros, Ryutaros, and Kintaros in the 1930s.
... the last surviving member of the Frankenstein's monster-like Franken Race (フランケン族, Furanken Zoku?) ...
... Escaping the monster and later Wataru, Otoya encounters Kivat-bat the 2nd who delivers a message from Maya telling them they cannot meet again ... is making a rescue attempt to Castle Doran to save the Arms Monsters and Taiga ... Once inside Castle Doran, Otoya manages to free the Arms Monsters, but he is discovered by King ...
Famous quotes containing the words monsters and/or arms:
“Does frightening women make you proud? Or is pride something monsters dont understand?”
—Louis Vittes, and Gene Fowler, Jr.. Marge (Gloria Talbott)
“And to your more bewitching, see the proud,
Plump bed bear up, and swelling like a cloud,
Tempting the two too modest; can
Ye see it brustle like a swan,
And you be cold
To meet it when it woos and seems to fold
The arms to hug you? Throw, throw
Yourselves into the mighty overflow
Of that white pride, and drown
The night with you in floods of down.”
—Robert Herrick (15911674)