Author's Note: OK, peoples; this is my first Soul Calibur fanfic, so when you rate, please go easy on
me. And please, please rate; I'd really like to know what you think of this and if I
should continue. I don't have any actual plot for this; it's just something that popped
into my head after playing a battle with Ivy and Cervantes. But, if you like, I'll
develop a plot and continue it! Also, check out my other fanfics as well! Thanks!

She lay still and silent as the grave, upon the cold, hard stone floor. Scarlet blood poured from all of the wounds and gashes upon her body, while her father's seed seeped into her body to poison her womb. Oh, what had he done to her?
Ivy's mind struggled to recall all that had transpired. She remembered him standing on the highest steeple of this old, abandoned church, white hair blowing in the light breeze of the autumn day and dead, gray skin glistening with sweat.
"Come to me, my child," he growled, his evil gaze stripping her of her clothing and piercing her skin, "come with me to Hell!"
"Silence!" she yelled in her proper British accent, "I can control my own destiny!"
Infamous last words. Ivy had not been able to defend herself against the power of her father's blows, and she had been too weak and wounded to resist when...when he...raped her, all the while laughing and saying, "What a useless daughter!"
Tears came to Ivy's cold blue eyes at this memory, mixed with the realization that the she was going to die here. Cervantes had left, continuing the fatal game of cat-and-mouse the two had been playing for years now, and there was nobody else around for miles, no one to hear her screams and sobs. Unless some miracle occurred, Ivy was going to bleed to death in this abandoned chapel in the middle of nowhere.