[This will be my first Soul Calibur fic, or at least my first attempt at it]

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Calibur or it's characters. Achilleus, the OC in this fic, does belong to me.

(think of Achilleus as Achilles from the movie Troy, as Brad Pitt portrays him)

Immortal: The tale of an Alexandra

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Osthreinsburg. A place where the dead dwell and souls come to be feasted on. The dwelling of Soul Edge.

That blade, that name would bring fear to the heart of any ordinary man…

…then again, I am no ordinary man. I am no mortal. I am Achilleus Alexandra (the last name means nothing to me, just another part of my title.) To me Soul Edge is nothing but an objective, a toy that I think my master is interested in far too greatly. Yet I follow his whim, without question.

Yet he is the only one I will follow, for all others are beneath me, a fact I am proving currently while I slaughter countless people; dead or undead, with a soul, or devoid of one, servant of Nightmare or Wolfkrone, I care not. I show them no mercy all the same, as blood soon begins to soak my black armor and helmet. Yet they still charge at me like fools. I cut them down, line after line, my sword now almost a crimson beacon, my shield crushing skulls.

Why do I think this? Because it is true. I am no mortal man. I am a demigod.

Quite a claim, yet not so if it is true.

I was created by the gods themselves, the Chosen One to destroy Soul Edge. The other 'holy warriors' were just back ups. Although my memory draws a blank of my childhood, I only serve one of my creators. Ares. The God of War, the only god that fights on battlefields, as he personally slaughters men, according to legend. I have served him for as long as I can remember.

Yet he is not of fiction. He is like a father, and I like a son; if I had a damn family, I didn't need them. He trusts me with only the most important of tasks, and I was the one that spread his will in whichever way he saw fit, to undermine Athena.

Some would say the frequent punishment, and sometimes outright torture was abusive, all of which he did to me. Yet I found it necessary, now that I look back. I was young, foolish, weak. Not yet aware of my own potential.

Now look at me, despite me being the last surviving member of Fygul Cestemus (the cult which I hardly followed) I am the ultimate warrior.

More than enough to retrieve some damn sword.

I have already lost count of how many I have killed. The only testament was the puddles of blood, and the scores of bodies behind me.

Pleased, I soon got onto one knee, looking at the ground, my sword and shield sheathed on my back, and I recited a prayer to my lord, the God of War, speaking in Latin tounge.

" Laus exsisto vobis Ares , meus senior. Illa mortuus men es meus vitualamen. Take lemma," with that, I slowly got up and looked to the castle in front. The lair of the so-called Nightmare and his servants. Smirking, I merely charged towards, cutting through the battle once more.

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As I continued cutting through the people, the battle which I had recently ignored had reached a lull, as both sides began to retreat, having lost too much men from the warfare, coupled with my slaughter of both sides.

I smiled maliciously. Some army. What legion worth crap runs away? Although I couldn't blame them.

All the soldiers made a hasty retreat. The absence of them left me void of anyone to fight, not that they were much challenges.

I was so……bored.

Yet I couldn't dawdle. I couldn't waste time, not a second. Once again I was on the move.

Unbeknownst to me, however, I was being watched.

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As the battle finished, and Achilleus ended his slaughter likewise, a white clothed woman was silently stalking him. She was similar to him in almost everyway. With her soft skin, clear blue eyes, and long, braided long hair, he seemed almost like an angel.

Yet her actions as of late have made her far from one. More akin to a demon, perhaps.

Her name was Sophitia Alexandra, a daughter of a baker, mother of two. The latter being the reason why she was doing these sins.

And the reason why she was about to commit this one.

"I'm sorry, whoever you are, but your soul looks strong…a meal for Soul Edge." With that, she unsheathed Omega and her shield, silently stalking him.

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I stopped my pacing when I heard footsteps coming from behind, as well as the sound of a sword being drawn.

Finally, some sort of challenge. Pray to Ares that this one actually lasts a couple.

Gaining my bearings, I turned to look at the one who dared to challenge me…and nearly did a double take at how similar she looked to me. I gazed down at her, being nearly 6 inches taller. The almost seemed like opposites. Even the color of our swords were inverted, and my black shield contrasting her blue and yellow one.

Yet something about her…

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"This is the territory of the Cursed Sword," Sophitia said while drawing Omega, and bringing her Owl shield in front of her. "Leave at once."

"That blade belongs to the God of War," Achilleus sneered, whilst drawing his own sword, rightfully dubbed Alpha. Unlike Sophitia's Omega, which was made of steel, Alpha was made of black steel. His shield was still on his back. "It's days of freedom are at an end."

"Fine, I warned you. You would not have understood anyway," with that, Sophitia charged her opponent, jabbing her sword at his chest. Achilleus parried it, with enough force to make an about-face. Before he can stab his sword into her, however, she rolled out of the way of his lunge. Still crouching, she sliced at his ankles, making Achilleus jump out of it's reach. He came crashing down with his sword, Sophitia barely able to block it in time. The strength of the crash was enough to make her stumble.

Whilst she was still stunned, Achilleus reached out with his right arm, grabbing her throat, and holding her in the air. Whilst the servant of Nightmare struggled, he continued applying pressure. He could've easily crushed her neck there and then, but no. He wanted to see her struggle. Struggle for her life.

However, his sadism would cost him, as soon Sophitia, having enough consciousness, swung his sword right at his head. He broke the hold, giving him enough time to avoid being decapitated, but the sword struck the side of his helmet, and with a resounding *CLANG!* the helmet dropped to the floor.

As Achilleus stepped back, not minding the loss of the peripheral, Sophitia took a good look at his features. He had long, flowing blonde hair that reached to his neck. The rest was almost like looking at a mirror, only if she was male. He had clear blue eyes, and pale skin, albeit tanned, baked from the constant heat he had to endure, in battle or otherwise.

But apparently, Sophitia had seen them before, as she dropped her sword and shield almost instantly, making Achilleus raise his brow in confusion. The next words she spoke, however, shook him to his core.

"Achilleus…..I…I thought you were dead…."

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Hopefully, it was good for all of you. Reviews are most appreciated.