A/N: Hey everybody! Since it's been years I've worked on any of my Soul Calibur fanfics as well as done anything related to the series, I've decided to change that altogether. Now that Soul Calibur V has been released my passions for the series has been awakened, which is such a pleasant surprise. You could say that my love for the Soul Calibur games has now been rekindled thanks to the new game! Currently I'm doing a 100 Theme Challenge regarding the Soul Calibur V characters (and also those who didn't appear in the game as well) and New Stage In History is the first volume of these challenges. Anyway I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing this! :)

Disclaimer: All the Soul Calibur characters do not belong to me. They belong to Namco.

New Stage In History

By AngelEyes87

1. Keep Quiet

Graf Dumas, or Nightmare to his most loyal and trusted minions, was feeling the beginnings of an excruciating headache.

At this moment of time things weren't going according to plan as he originally hoped. Rumours spread like wildfire at the possibility of the infamous mercenary group, Schwarzwind, heading straight into the heart of Hungary while annihilating every single one of his malfested army along the way. Not only that, but a couple of nights ago one of the group's spies infiltrated Dumas' stronghold, going unnoticed by those who were meant to guard the gates.

Nobody knew of or even recognised the intruder's identity, yet from reliable sources his papers regarding domination and genocide of countries in mainland Europe was suddenly missing. That meant if his plans were to fall into the wrong hands of his most hated enemies, then everything would be uncovered including the fact that Dumas was actually the new host of Soul Edge.

All of his carefully constructed plans threatened to burst into flames right before his eyes if he wasn't indeed careful from now.

As he was starting to mentally form some alternative solutions to the problem, Dumas found himself distracted by something far more annoying. In full sight of him, Voldo was leaning forward in the most ridiculous way that mankind has ever seen, appearing to be in a lot of agony. Each animalistic screech and groan, ranging in different pitches and frequencies, deafened the Azure Knight's ears.

Within five seconds or so Dumas developed a violent twitch in his left eye, furiously glowering to himself when the odd being was desperately clawing at the base of his spine while continuing with the grating noises. He slammed his deformed claw on his throne's armrest, not realising the piece broke off and collapsed to the ground under the harsh impact.

"WILL YOU KEEP QUIET, YOU INSUFFERABLE CUR!" Dumas roared at the top of his voice, causing a very startled Voldo to completely cease. "Honestly, it's like looking after a demented pet who has an unhealthy dominatrix obsession!"

Still haunched over, Voldo pointed to the place he was previously scratching at with one of his katars, wildly hissing "Hshhhhssh Hshssh shhh! (Master, my back is absolutely killing me!)"

A normal person, if they were to attempt to converse with the Italian fighter, wouldn't have the foggiest idea on what he was trying to say. All that came out of Voldo's mouth was normally grunts, hisses, and groans. Needless to say Dumas learnt how to translate Voldo's strange way of communicating so he could at least try to understand him.

"Why should I give a damn about the bad shape you're in?" Dumas shook his head, lowly growling in restless impatience. "I have more higher things on my mind right now! Anyway it's your fault in the first place. If you would have killed that arrogant swine like I ordered you to, you wouldn't be complaining from the amount of pain you're in!"

Shame instantly filled Voldo as he recalled the moment he battled that blond boy armed with a sword and shield. It resulted in him receiving a stab in the back from Patroklos when Voldo tried to thrust his lower body, particularly his backside, in the hopes to knock the holy warrior out. It was a moment he could never live down.

Before he had the chance to explain to his new Master, Dumas menacingly leaned forward in his chair, angrily saying, "By the way you're past retirement age. You are fired!"

Hearing this, Voldo released a loud anguished wail.

A/N: This drabble was kinda inspired by a small chat mum and I had about Voldo this morning. After learning that Voldo is 67, mum believes that he is an old age pensioner who should retire from the series altogether XD In fact I'm still surprised he's still flexible at that age!