SouloftheButterfly: I'm taking a break from Depression Child, the story I'm supposed to be working on. I'll get back to it after I finish this supposedly short story and a week-long vacation. Hope you enjoy this one!

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Calibur or any of its characters. No lawsuits please. I have no time for them. I don't really own anything here, question me if you like. The only things I own are probably the unfolding of the events. That's all.

The Resurrection

He stood before the tomb he had found a week ago on a quest to find the perfect servant. A servant that wouldn't cower in front of him with fear. A servant so loyal to him that he or she would obey every command he ordered. A servant that wouldn't try to run away from him.

All his servants before had been humans. Small humans, puny humans. Weak humans. But he was not a human anymore. He was not weak. He was powerful. He was the almighty Nightmare.

He had found the perfect solution to all his human servant problems. Instead of having a living thing to order around, he would have a dead thing. A dead one. One of the undead.

The tomb, featuring a crudely carved picture of a girl, glinted darkly in the morning light. The tombstone itself had an evil aura to it, giving out the message that this ghost was not one to be messed around with.

Nightmare smiled wickedly as he took out a metal chain that had a blood-red ruby dangling from it. He muttered a spell that he had found last night and twirled the gem over the tombstone.

After the enchantment had been placed on the tombstone, Nightmare put the chain away and watched as green mist started floating all over the place. With one, long, deafening scream, a spirit twisted itself out of the stone and formed the shape of a young women with deep, bottomless eyes, wild green hair, and purple lips.

As the fog evaporated into the cool night air, the colour in the woman darkened. She looked at her master once, then bowed low before him.

Still low before Nightmare, the girl spoke to him in a deep, taunting voice, "My name is Tira. You have called upon me to serve you. I accept your offer. Because you have given me a second chance in life, I owe everything to you. Your wish is my command; I am forever in your debt."


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