This is co created with the help of jadephoenix. This has a few cameos in it though don't worry you wont have to have any knowledge of any cameo characters. I'll only post the next chapter once I get atleast one review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Calibur or any characters that will be included in this story. Except my own
Sanctity of Requiem
Chapter one.
The year is 1588. Two day's have past since new year's day.
Somewhere in France.
It was a rainy day, it seemed as if though, the very clouds and sky cried, for some reason unbeknownst to men. The fields of grass and wheat all soaked in the storm. to the right of the feilds was a very forested area, and a road. The branches of the trees just beside the road acted like a umbrella, feeping the rain away from the road, only letting a few drops pass by. Upon the road, was a horse, and it's rider.
They had been moving slowly, the horse has black, it's long mane touched the brom of it's neck. He had fun falling from his anckles, falling just a few centimeters below the hoof acting as a sorta broom for it. The sattle was nicely decord, it had stitching, the made a design picturing out a rose. It long velvet robe fell from underneath the sattle. It eyes were a redish-brown.
The rider, was hooded in a violet, velvet robe, the trimming was in gold. One could not see much of her face, except those blood red lips and her chin which was albeit cherubic, but with a pointed chin and seemingly never smiling mouth. She had been traveling across Europe in hopes to gain a lead on this unholy blade.
But peeking out of the robe one could see a red gloved hand, grasping tightly the reins of the horse's bridle. They trotted along the road, making sure to stay near the trees so the rain could not soak them.
Suddenly a man stood infront of the woman and her mount. From beneath her cloak the womans eyes sharpened, she could sense something... sinister about this man.
He wore a white robe, the hood covering his dark face. The robe was not sleeved and you could plainly see that he was a black man. His wardrobe was fashioned, gold and green. His shoulder's were padded in a green and gold trimmed steel plates. His chest was ornamented a round golden plate, the long green and white kilt like part of his design, fell past his knees, covering long white boots trimmed in gold. His belt, held various pockets and trinkets, his hands were covered in finger-sleevless, white gloves.
But the thing that made him stand out to the woman was the very particular sharp-looking scythe he held in his right hand.
Whoever it was, it was apparent to the woman that he was not an ordinary slave from the market.
"Move out of my way." She said sternly.Her eyes never moving away from him.
"Tell me what is it you want" the man had a very deep voice, it had a very strange accent.
"I have, not time for this foolishness; if you do not move then I shall move you" the women had an arrogant British accent. The horse began to take a few paces forward.
"I know of you, Isabella Valentine, daught of Count Valentine. your presence is stained by that of the blood, of SoulEdge", Ivy stopped dead in her tracks, (who is he?) she wondered to herself.
"You seek SoulEdge do you not?" he said confidently without answering the noblewoman.
The womans eye's widened from underneath her hood as she heard this, but the man could not see for the hood she was wearing. He apparently took her silence as a 'yes', for he continued.
"Then you should head to Venice, their is the man who holds the cursed blade." He began to lift his face, a streak of lightning hit the ground a few yard away from them, lighting his face. He had a scar on his left eye, resembling a circular cut. But that was not the strange part: it was his eye, it was gold, pure gold, though it had some mytical presence.
The woman, stared in shock but quickly recovered. "Who are you?" she moved her hand to the hilt of her blade, her left hand firmly grapsing still the reins of the horse. And with another flash of lightning, the man was gone.
"Hmm. I don't know what to do... should I listen to that prothet, or ignore him?Well...either way it's my only lead; it's been a couple of months, now that I have'nt been able to sence SoulEdge. But if I do, do I walk into a trap? Valentine what do you think I should do?" Ivy turned to her blade, and as if a being coming to life her sheathless sword broke into many sections representing a deadly ivy vine. The tip of the blade made a reassuring gesture. The woman calmly listened to it's silent song. And soon they were off.
Italy two days later.
The women, had finally reached Italy, not but a few blocks away from Venice. She took her time, trying to see if she could sence the one she was looking for. Then she felt it, in a small Cathedral near the entrance of Venice. It was a quaint haven, the marble stones and maysoned pillars were grimmy, some of the corners of the marlbe has been obliterated or rotting away due to it near eternal age. Ivy felt a faint and subtle being remenisent of Soul Edge's power. Without a word she hurried to the Cathedral.
Finally after passing through the masses of people and trying to make sure her horse did'nt fall of the edge and into one of the many canals of Venice. She got off her horse her violet velvet cloak fell down to the floor completely covering her figure.
As she approached the Holy haven, she respectfully took off her hood, showing short silvery hair going only as long as to her jaw. Her eyes icy blue eyes were decorated with red mascara on her eyelid and below her eyebrow, giving her a sort of demonic presence.
The sound of her foots steps echoed through the great hall. To the right and left of her were rows upon rows on pews, used for those who would choose to come and pray. The walls were decorated with portaits of Jesus and the last supper. The windows were stain glassed.
Between the rows of pews was a single red carpet, the streched to the end of the other side of the Cathedral, a large mantle of the Crucified Jesus on the wall; infront stood a man. He was kneeling and praying to the Crucifix. The man had long golden lockes of hair, and he was wearing a priest's robe.
The woman stepped forward. The man turned around. His eyes were a piercing icy blue, a shade darker than her own and a thin scar stretched from above his brow and down to his cheek. But she could not take her eyes away from him, from his eyes. They were so full of sorrow, a man who had seen tragedies untold.
"Tell me, holy man, are you in anyway affiliated with the evil blade Soul Edge" She took out her blade, as to see if she could intimidate him to tell her the truth. He stood still, unphased by her statement and instead returned to praying. Her eyes widened by such a rude act.
"I am talking to you holy man!" she began to walk toward him, then pointed her blade in his direction.
"What if I am? what does it matter to you?" He responded never taking his gaze from the mantle of Jesus.
"Then that means I have to kill you" her blade broke of into different section turning into a living whip.
"Are you so blinded by your attempt to kill me that you would destroy the sanctity of this holy place?" he turned around to look at her. When he did, he saw regret fill her face...
"I am already damned" she whispered just enough for him to hear it faintly.
"Do you not believe in forgiveness?" he stepped forward benignly, takeing her out of her trance, and her eyes sharpened once more.
"Do not attempt to play games with me!" She stated and returned her attention to her blade.
"I am not attempting to do anything, what I say to you are the words of God. He can heal you, he can forgive you..." his voice sounded earnest
"Hmp. That's a lovely thought, 'let God cleanse away all our sins', hehe..." Ivy begane to chuckle a little. "You live in a world of illusions and false hopes"
"Perhaps...But hoping in something is better than nothing, let God save you...the way he had once saved me." his voice's volume lowered.
"I do not wish to be saved!...only freed, and the only way for that to happen is for you to die!"
With that the blade sprung to action, it whized and whirled through the halls trying to land a blow on it's target.
The man dodged every attempt at his life, trying not to attack this temptress, but to keep hs own life spared. The blade cut through some of the pews, sending them across the air and tearing apart some of the portraits.
The man came close to her, taking her by surprise. And whispered in her ear.
"You must be faster than that to kill me."
She grunted with frustration she swung the whip around her to remove his presence.
"Damn, he's fast--for a priest." No matter what she tried, she was not able to lay a part of her weapon upon his form. Finally her whip struck at the mantle were the Crucifix hung; the man jumped in the way in order to protect the structure. The side of her whip sliced across his back, making him fall back first onto the floor.
The woman stood over him, retracting her blade placing the tip against his neck.
"May I atleast know the name of my subduer?" he said taking deep breaths.
"My name is Isabella--." Pain edged her vision and she passed out. The man who had come up behind her dropped the leg of the chair he had used to protect the clergyman.
"That was a close call, Siegfried." an acolyte held the wooden leg tightly.
"Thank you Gabrielo" The acolyte helped him up making sure not to put pressure on Siegfried's wound. He began to stare at the unconscious woman. She looked vaguely familiar.
"What should we do with her?" Gabrielo asked. He wore a plain black robe with a white collar. His hair was fading from his original hair color to grey and he was balding. He had saggy cheeks, which were blushed by a light pink.
"Tie her up. I wish to hear her reasons for breaking the Sanctity of this holy place." he said firmly. He bent down and grasped the hilt of her blade. "Valentine.." he said softly...