A/N: Love me some Soul Calibur. Seriously, this is one of my top five series of gaming and my favorite fighting game so naturally a story was in the works. I decided to write this because I get bored writing just one story at a time. Like a previous story, this will include my original character (although slightly reworked) for…the hell of it. Hope you enjoy.
Alliance of Swords
Siegfried Schtauffen, the man they use to call Nightmare. The relentless Azure Knight that massacred people across Europe on his quest to quench his thirst for souls. But, that isn't Siegfried anymore. On the contrary, he wants to put an end to Soul Edge, the sword whose will made him become Nightmare.
Soul Edge, the supposed ultimate weapon. Changing form to the wielder's will and discipline, it is no wonder why so many warriors were after it. What no one ever heard was that Soul Edge had its own desires. Evil ones.
The past is forgivable, with time. Siegfried had no intention to seek for forgiveness from his fellow men, only to atone for his sins. That is why he is on this journey now.
Siegfried walked along the shady undergrowth of the forest. A large cloak was over his silver armor and tried to hide the giant sword on his back. Pretty soon, the forest started to thin out and a vast field came into view. Siegfried stepped out of the dark forest and stepped into the warm field. Siegfried breathed in some of the air and continued onward. Far away, past the field was a small town and Siegfried's destination.
The sun was already behind Siegfried as he walked into town. Night would soon be upon him and it would be best for him to find an inn. As he neared the center of town, Siegfried spotted a small sign had what he was looking for.
The door closed behind him as he entered the inn. His first sight was a group of men playing cards near the back. The inn apparently also doubled as a pub. Siegfried made his way over to the bar with a baldheaded man wiped mugs.
"Can I help you fella?" He said in a gruff voice.
"I need a room." Siegfried answered.
"Sure thing." The bartender said as he checked on the back wall for a key. He handed it to Siegfried. "Looks like you need a drink. On the house before you go up."
"Thank you but no."
The door opened once again as a young man, not much more than twenty, walked in. Bright red hair, cut short and slicked back with bright, emerald eyes. He wore a red, sleeveless shirt with a white, long-sleeved shirt underneath. He had on red gloves, white pants and red, heeled boots. Two sheathed swords dangled on the left side of his white belt.
He walked up to the bar. "I need a room to stay in for the night."
Siegfried was able to get a closer look at the man, a closer look at the swords. His swords weren't too special, but their hilts were different from anything Siegfried has ever seen. The ends of the hilts looked more like pieces of each other that were broken off. One of the also had the blade guard extending long which made it look like an oversized cross. The other had it on all sides of the blade, giving the hilt a prong look.
The bartender gave him his key and then he started for the stairs. Before even stepping on the first step, the tavern door opened again. In came a group of rough looking men. They were lead by a man who had a fierce look on him. His right eye was covered with an eye patch and wore in ragged clothes.
"Them again." The bartender said.
The leader sat at a table and placed his feet up. The rest of his group joined him. A waitress had enough courage to go over and ask for their order. The leader grabbed her and started to harass her. He spoke something in her ear and let her go.
Siegfried sat on a stool. He hoped that the situation wouldn't escalate any higher.
The waitress again went over with the men's drinks. She set them down and the leader took a sip of his. He got up from his chair and slapped the waitress.
"Stupid bitch!" He yelled. "This isn't what I wanted."
He raised his hand to hit her again but a gloved hand stopped it from coming down.
"You shouldn't hit women." The redheaded man from before said.
"Oh yeah?" The man jerked away his hand. "What the hell are you going to do about it? Huh pretty boy?"
"You don't want to lose your life now, even if it would make the world better. Maybe God has something planned for you."
"Fuck you!" The man curled his had into a fist and launched it.
The redheaded man dodged it and hit the side of the other man with his sheathed sword.
"You are no match for me. Please, stand down before I have to make you."
A couple of men grabbed him from behind and dragged him outside. The leader smirked and drew his sword before heading outside. Siegfried got up and reached behind him. He grasped Requiem's hilt and hurried outside.
The men still held him and even though he struggled, he couldn't get free. The leader held his sword in front of him menacingly. He looked around to see himself completely outnumbered, close to fifty men. Apparently the rest of this man's gang was outside. He could probably taken them all if he could just get free but even then, it wasn't for sure.
Some men cried in pain as Requiem went through them. Nearly every man went after the armored warrior. The two the held the redheaded man loosened their grip and it was enough for him to free himself. He knocked them to the ground and plunged his sword into them.
He hacked his way through the horde to get to the knight. They stared at each other with mutual respect and they turned, back to back as a circle of men enclosed them.
"Name's Angelo." He said as he took down another man.
"Siegfried." Siegfried answered as he swung his massive sword to clear out more men.
"You may have came and saved me but I cant let you beat me." Angelo drew his second sword and placed its end of the hilt to the other swords and turned it. He combined his swords into one double bladed one.
With a mastery of the weapon, he took down more men than he did before. Finally the leader ran through the fallen bodies oh his men and met their fate as he met Angelo's weapon.
Panting hard, Angelo deconstructed his blade and sheathed it. "Glad you came."
Siegfried nodded. "It was nothing. You are quite skilled with that weapon of yours. And such a unique one at that."
Angelo nodded. "My pride and joy."
"I'm afraid that I must go. This battle cost me my time here." Siegfried said. He placed Requiem on his back and made sure a bag was still with him. "Take care."
"Wait." Angelo said. "I too cannot stay here."
Siegfried didn't want a companion. It was much too risky to have one.
"Look, you might need me. You seen me with a sword and you seem to be on an adventure. I want in." Angelo said.
"It isn't that you cannot handle yourself. It is that I'm not sure about myself."
"I see. Then you need me more than I need you. A companion is something we all need to anchor us to ourselves."
Siegfried thought about it. "Your right, but before anything, I need to tell you what is it that I'm doing."
"Sure, can't keep me in the dark." Angelo said.
A/N: This story was kind of hard to start but whatever. Promise the next chapter will be better. Review before you close this. Oh, and since I have another story still being finished, I'm going to update that one first and then this. That's how it will be until I finish then my attention comes here.
