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A/N: Well, seeing as though I've at least attempted to write a funny parody, I've decided now its time to bring the level of insanity down. This is only a short chapter because it's the intro, but the next chapters will be about double the size

*** Chapter 1 - Justice ***

This was it. The moment he had been battling for to get to. Before him, in the gloomy presence of the cathedral stood the Soul Edge. The evil blade that had made him kill all his friends and family. To some this was called the "sword of salvation". To others it was the ultimate weapon. But he knew its real power. The power to devour people's souls, and to make them nothing more than dust. This was the Evil Seed.

Kilik looked at the zweihander sword, and wondered if he had done the right thing. He had battled through countless enemies, each fast and powerful, to stop this blade from claiming any more lives. But in doing so, he had killed a few good people. Is one persons life, or two or three, worth sacrificing in the name of "justice". These people must have homes and families too, unlike him. Now an orphan and with nowhere to turn to in the world, he was stranded, cold and alone.

He had made up his mind. No, killing innocents in the name of vengeance or justice, if such a word exists because being just depends on whose point of view it is, isn't right. It isn't right to condemn someone to death because they had the same goal in mind as you.

Xianghua. . . how he missed her. The two had known each other, near enough from birth. The times they had shared, the emotions they felt. . . and now she was gone. Gone for eternity. Suddenly, life didn't seem worth living to Kilik. But he had to go on, he had to destroy the sword which had caused so much pain.

He raised his Kali-Yuga and felt such a strong energy flow through it, it began to shake violently. He raised the staff up high, and with such an effort to match the gods he struck down upon the Soul Edge, draining it of its life force, of its evil.

The blade grew cold, the tendons and muscles all along the weapon slowed down and eventually stopped, and began to harden. The eye looked about franticly, looking for some one to posses so it may live, but nothing came about of such a thing. The eye eventually froze over too, slowly cracking due to the actual weight of the sword. The eye split, and a great white light illuminated the area, followed by a gigantic explosion which made Kilik fall and hit his head on the opposite wall.

He felt dizzy and disorientated. He began feeling tired. He tried to keep his eyes open, but he could not, eventually closing and slipping into darkness. . .

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A/N: Ok, I SERIOUSLY need feedback on this cos im starting to doubt my self and my "ability" Please review