On the Inside
Authors Note: This is my first fanfic, and first fic ever. If you like it say so, and if you don't then tell me but don't be too harsh, as in NO FLAMES please! It is a story coming from Siegfrieds' point of view inside of Nightmare and the Soul Edge. I'm writing this because Nightmare rules. You may wonder what that has to do with anything but I'd just tell you that Nightmare and Siegfried are basically the same person. Did I mention that Nightmare rocks? Okay here goes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Edge, Soul Calibur, Soul Calibur II or any of its characters. They are copyright of NAMCO (or NINTENDO for Link, or Todd McFarlane for Spawn depending on the version).
It awoke to darkness. Although it knew where it was subconsciously, it still reached beside itself to find the long familiar switch that had been so well associated with light in its past life. Technically this still was the same life, but the life no longer belonged to it. Everything that it had held dear to itself, its memories, its family, its adventures and journeys, and even its. no, HIS name, he violently reminded himself, were slowly becoming a dark slur in his mind. Not only in his mind, but also the mind of the creature that shared his body. Not that the creature cared about the memories of the fool.
The creature that had taken his body and soul long ago and was now ravaging the peaceful countryside the creature that had killed every person in his village, the creature that had killed his father, and doing all of these tasks using his body and being commanded by the hellish blade that he wielded. The blade of evil that fed off the souls of the innocent and guilty, the Soul Edge.
Yes, he reminded himself, the Soul Edge, the blade with a mind of its own and an eye to boot. The Soul Edge had called to him, promising power, and fame, and on top of everything else, the reincarnation of his father. So he had wielded the blade, winning wars, stopping assassins and, he sadly reconciled, slaughtering entire cities.
For the minute he had picked up the blade from its hiding spot of eternal damnation, it had taken control of him, horribly mutated his body and turned his sword arm, his right into a hulking claw capable of tearing down concrete and holding the enormous sword of the damned in one hand. The Soul Edge had then created an armour from the pits of hell itself to cover the horrifying truth of who the creature truly was and fed itself off of the souls that its newly developed alter ego, Nightmare the azure armoured slaughterer, had ripped from the bodies of the men, women, children and animals it slaughtered. Yet that was not what sickened the man, or the shadow of what was left of him. What caused him to forever feel the heavy burden of guilt was that the creature Nightmare had actually enjoyed savagely ripping the souls from the bodies of the dead and near dead.
Yet in spite of all this, the man inside had hope. The hope that someday, someone would save him from his prison, the same hope that he could start a family and live the rest of his life to the fullest. That the horrible mutations of his body and, most severely, his right arm, would disappear along with the deep blue armour that had come with it, and the hope that someday he, Siegfried, for that was what his name truly was, could freely walk the wide world without bringing fear, pain and death with him. A world that was not corrupted by the evils of Nightmare, or the Soul Edge.
So there it is. Do you like it? If yes then review and tell me or make CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. If you don't like it. well it's my first so I'll only get better (I hope). Anyway, see you all later. Don't forget to review.
Authors Note: This is my first fanfic, and first fic ever. If you like it say so, and if you don't then tell me but don't be too harsh, as in NO FLAMES please! It is a story coming from Siegfrieds' point of view inside of Nightmare and the Soul Edge. I'm writing this because Nightmare rules. You may wonder what that has to do with anything but I'd just tell you that Nightmare and Siegfried are basically the same person. Did I mention that Nightmare rocks? Okay here goes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Edge, Soul Calibur, Soul Calibur II or any of its characters. They are copyright of NAMCO (or NINTENDO for Link, or Todd McFarlane for Spawn depending on the version).
It awoke to darkness. Although it knew where it was subconsciously, it still reached beside itself to find the long familiar switch that had been so well associated with light in its past life. Technically this still was the same life, but the life no longer belonged to it. Everything that it had held dear to itself, its memories, its family, its adventures and journeys, and even its. no, HIS name, he violently reminded himself, were slowly becoming a dark slur in his mind. Not only in his mind, but also the mind of the creature that shared his body. Not that the creature cared about the memories of the fool.
The creature that had taken his body and soul long ago and was now ravaging the peaceful countryside the creature that had killed every person in his village, the creature that had killed his father, and doing all of these tasks using his body and being commanded by the hellish blade that he wielded. The blade of evil that fed off the souls of the innocent and guilty, the Soul Edge.
Yes, he reminded himself, the Soul Edge, the blade with a mind of its own and an eye to boot. The Soul Edge had called to him, promising power, and fame, and on top of everything else, the reincarnation of his father. So he had wielded the blade, winning wars, stopping assassins and, he sadly reconciled, slaughtering entire cities.
For the minute he had picked up the blade from its hiding spot of eternal damnation, it had taken control of him, horribly mutated his body and turned his sword arm, his right into a hulking claw capable of tearing down concrete and holding the enormous sword of the damned in one hand. The Soul Edge had then created an armour from the pits of hell itself to cover the horrifying truth of who the creature truly was and fed itself off of the souls that its newly developed alter ego, Nightmare the azure armoured slaughterer, had ripped from the bodies of the men, women, children and animals it slaughtered. Yet that was not what sickened the man, or the shadow of what was left of him. What caused him to forever feel the heavy burden of guilt was that the creature Nightmare had actually enjoyed savagely ripping the souls from the bodies of the dead and near dead.
Yet in spite of all this, the man inside had hope. The hope that someday, someone would save him from his prison, the same hope that he could start a family and live the rest of his life to the fullest. That the horrible mutations of his body and, most severely, his right arm, would disappear along with the deep blue armour that had come with it, and the hope that someday he, Siegfried, for that was what his name truly was, could freely walk the wide world without bringing fear, pain and death with him. A world that was not corrupted by the evils of Nightmare, or the Soul Edge.
So there it is. Do you like it? If yes then review and tell me or make CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. If you don't like it. well it's my first so I'll only get better (I hope). Anyway, see you all later. Don't forget to review.