Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Calibur or any characters of Namco. But I seriously see no point to a disclaimer I mean if your writing a fanfic, it means your a fan of the series, so for you to own anything is really trivial. But whateva.

A/N: signifies thought's. Unless the thought are the main bases for the dialogue.

Okay anyway this project I'm doing all by myself. And I really want to make this story long, epic, and good to read. I know I may not be the best writer here, but I'll still give it my all.

Okay this is the promised recreation of my old fic Santity Requiem, that never really got far, because of all the new and leaked info going around I decided to recreate a new story. Hopefully with SC3 release so near I'll have more content to use in the story. Oh and just to give out some recognition. My two favorite stories that I have ever read are "Walk Through Dream" by SilverLocke980 and "Soul Calibur II: of Swords and Souls" By Biohazard 101. Anyway lets start the show.

Soul Calibur III: Symphony of Souls

Chronicle: praeludium

Ostrheinburg Cathedral, Germany : 1592

The air around the corrupted land had seemed to fade. The winds, came to a screeching halt as to dare not near this haunted, and long since forgotten Cathedral. And yet a single Soul remained within it's towering walls...Or more precisely, two soul's. One soul evil and corrupt as the legendary pit of Tartarus, or the abyss beyond the River Styx. The other soul, was trapped surrounded in the black depth of the corrupt soul, literally making it seem as if an Angel lived in hell. It's lonely soul struggled to survive, every moment of life's end seemed so near and yet he fought, fought for all things right, in a world so wrong. But soon the angel will spread his wings.

Nightfall had come, just like many others. And another soul had ventured it's way into the haunted place. He was a tall, blonde, and well built man. He wore clothes of that of a noble fencer. His brown pants tight, and a thick purple shirt covered his muscular chest and legs. Around his waist drooped loosely a red sash, a style of noble men at the time. He wore a purple vest, which on the back was encrusted an insignia, but the unusual thing about it was that it appeared to have been cut through the middle to spite it to whatever end. The Frenchman, drew his sword approaching the tainted souls.

The corrupted soul was bent upon one knee, bowing to an ancient sword, who's past was a mystery. And yet even the earth around it seem to corrupt and rot in it's almighty will, the malevolent blade was stabbed into the ground, it's meaty decaying form still resonating a deathly power. It's single eye gazed upon all those who would befall it's unwavering path of annihilation.

The being, the twisted soul's of purity and corruption, that bent before it's will was a monstrosity, a reflection of the demonic blade. It's thick gothic armor, was in a dark shade of azure blue, a color and namesake that had made him known throughout the world as the Azure Knight, Nightmare. The plating of his armor was rusted near the joints, and spikes deadly tipped jutted out it's plates. His helm, was decorated with bat like wings, signifying it had ventured from the deepest parts of hell. From under the helm, emmited a long locke of firey crimson hair. However the most destincting feature upon his form was not the armor, or the deeply corrupted soul, his right arm stood out most of all. His right arm was malformed, it's shape changed and mangled by the ever corrupting blade. The size of a normal man's arm, was easily doubled by his abomination of an arm. Bones of granite rock is what it appeared to be made of, the skin that had once been on the arm long since torn and worn out. Spikes and eyes popped out from it's shoulder to it's elbow. The colour of it seemed like that of decayed marrow.

And yet silently it stayed waiting for the order of the infinetly terrible blade.

The Frenchman had arrived prepared to challenge, the demon for his own foolish pride. He drew his blade and stepped softly unwavered by the demons appearance, sure that in the coming battle he would be victorious. "Demon" he began to speak, "Draw that which bounds you to this cursed land", his eyes were an icy blue, and darted determination. His voice was deep and yet elegant like that of a man who was noble.

However the creature did not look, or acknowledge his presence their, but slowly the demonic blade looked at him and stared. The Frenchman had darted a cold stare of his own to the blade, but as he did he saw that within it was hell awaiting for him. And he began to contemplate, (That sword is nothing but evil...has this journey been nothing but a waste) he began to think to himself but foolishly reclined (impossible I've come to far to back down now). With that he pointed his noble rapier, Flambert, at the eye. "Soon I will be your master, and you will be my prize."

The demonic blade stared at him as if amused by his foolish ambition, then it let out a deathly glare and the knight began to stand. The sound of his clattering armor echoed within the halls of the Cathedral. "You conceited wretched human!" his dark deep demonic voice sent shivers up and down the french mans spine. As the talons of his hand gripped the hilt of the blade letting out a massive ocean of evil energy flow out, like pulling the cork from a bottle of champaign.

(As the lord as my witness, as the true heir to the Sorel fortune, I Raphael Sorel, shall claim that which I desire) Raphael tightly gripped the hilt of his own blade. "Die demon!" he yelled and the battle was under way.

Raphael leaped and made a quick thrust to the demons head. Nightmare sidestepped too slowly and the side of his helm was scratched by the rapier's edge. Nightmare swung down horizontally to swipe the feet from underneath the Frenchman. However Raphael jumped and quickly evaded the attack. Nightmare quickly picked up his pace and went for an uppercut punching the Frenchman with his demonic hand in the abdomen.

Raphael had gotten the wind knocked out of him, but quickly recovered. He let out another thrust, but the demon proved too fast. Nightmare had spun changing to a Night-behind stance which allowed him to quickly move behind Raphael and slice his ribcage. A flurry of red crimson beads spat out from the French mans side. He let out a loud yell and mournful cry. Raphael shifted his right arm to try and stop the bleeding but Nightmare was on the move once more. The Azure Knight quickly stepped in front and was able to punch him with deadly aim directly in the face. The Frenchmen fell to the ground, but quickly recovered. He was sluggish and had lost a lot of blood and was taking deep gapping breath's. Nightmare stood in front of him confident in winning the pathetic soul. "This is for Amy!" Raphael lunged with lightning quick speed that overwhelmed Nightmare. He let out a flurry of thrust each one making marvelous contact between the joint's of his armor. Finally Raphael drew his blade back summoning all his energy for one final powerful attack. He let out the final thrust the blew the Knight away, making him crash into one of the Cathedral walls, instantly shattering all of the beautiful stain glass windows in it's tremendous impact.

Raphael looked triumphant though bloodied and bruised. "Yes, the blade is mine for the taking" however he spoke too soon. As the eye of the blade opened and the form of Nightmare stood once again. Raphael looked on with overwhelming fear, he'd used up all his energy and was in no condition to continue the fight. He let out a deep sigh, and strangely smirked acknowledging his own demise.

However unbeknownst to the noble man the battle had awakened the pure soul within the monstrosity. Siegfried Schtauffen was ready to spread his wings. "Who is this man that valiantly fight's against the demon of me?" Siegfried looked with his all staring angelic blue eyes. The soul of Souledge quickly taking notice, and responded.

"He is like all those foolish men as before, he fight's for a deviant cause, he's nothing less than the others from before." Stated a demonic voice reminiscent of Nightmare's own chilling voice.

"No...This man..this man seems different. He see's his oncoming death but continues to fight willingly. If he shall fight against the demon in my heart. Than I shall join his side and free myself from your demonic grip." Siegfried stated defiantly as his wings of light began to spread. However a battle still raged in the land of reality.

Nightmare had been toying with the Frenchman now, clawing at his arms and legs, taking shallow stabs at his waist and ribcage, leaving him with nothing more than a breath within his lungs. Nightmare finally lifted his demonic sword prepared to strike. The bloodied and broken Frenchman let out one final prayer and whispered the name of the one person on this earth for whom which he cared.."Amy".

Siegfried heard this and power from within him awakened that he never knew he had. "He is not like all the others he fight's to protect, he loves this person named Amy enough to risk his life for her own. I will not, I can not allow you to kill this man." With that the body of Nightmare froze as a more important struggle began from within.

"Your strikes were weak. Fragile. Pathetic. Just like human souls." stated the demonic being, known as Inferno the devilish soul of Soul Edge.

"Silence... I will not obey you anymore. I will atone for what I have done..." Siegfried spatted back. This was his time to fight and he was prepared to do all it took.

"The depth of human greed astounds me. You still seek forgiveness, after all you have done?" Inferno's taunting voice echoed within the depths of shell of Nightmare.

"No! But one must reflect on one's sins and move onward." The knight of light was beginning to question himself but still held his ground.

"...Even if the path ahead leads only to darkness? Only death awaits in the end." Inferno continued."Is it because it is finite that people cling to the joys of life?". Siegfried looked down unable to answer the question, for he struggled with his own soul."...Can you not hear them--the wails of the souls that were swallowed unto the abyss by your hand?"

"I am eternally sorry for what I have done... But listen to me!" The German man was beginning to become flustered with all these questions.

"...He sought death. He revered it. Death is beautiful. Your father, too, knew its allure." Inferno stopped aware of the affect of mentioning his father to Siegfried would have.

The angelic knight looked down, as if ashamed of a past sin."Yes. If I could, I would return to that time--"

"...He must perish. You shall cast his body into the darkness. He shall stagnate and rot, steeped in despair, as you squeeze the final gasp from his lungs!" Inferno's flame seemed to erupted hence fold as he commanded the knight to do his bidding.

"No! That's an illusion! I can see it... I can see the proud way he faces his end!" Siegfried defiantly yelled. This battle would be the one to decide his fate. This battle naught with swords or blades, but with his spirit and mind.

The two forces of evil and good continued, arguing about the Frenchman. Raphael however was astounded that he was still alive. And knew that now was the opportune time to strike. He tightly gripped his rapier and got into a stance finally thrust his blade into the eye of Soul Edge.

The Monstrosity let out a demonic roar of pain, that echoed within all of the Cathedral walls. It was then that the Angelic Knight took control of his body, taking what was rightfully his. In a powerful orb of light Siegfried was reborn, and in his hand was the true sword of salvation Soul Calibur. It's blade shoned with magificient purifying light. The orb of light near the hilt made a holy symphony, that countered the ghoulish screams of Soul Edge.

With the grand sword within his mighty grasp Siegfried stabbed Soul Edge, and twisted the sword in his hands in a deathly jerk, to make sure the blade struck true. However the meaty flesh of Soul Edge awakened and tenticales of it rotten flesh wrapped around the hilt of the holy blade, neutralizing both of the swords, and ending the terrible wake of Soul Edge.

The angelic Knight looked upon himself, finally freed from the cursed sword after so many long years. He removed the cursed armor of the Azure Knight shattering it to pieces, in hopes that it's memory would forever fade from the past.

Alas...this is not to be as an ancient being of long before this time will come and resurrect the Azure Demon and let a new Chronicle of Souls and Swords begin.