A/N: Yeah, I know, I should be focusing on my current fics instead of starting a new one but unfortunately as of right now I'm suffering from writer's block but I managed to come up with this short, little one-shot. ('Drabbles', some people call them.) Why? Well... It came to mind and I needed to get it out. So here is the first of the many little stories that dwell within my head. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Calibur.

The First Kill

Rating: K+

Awaken now, my child. Gather the souls I seek and my power shall fulfill your wish.

I snapped my eyes open, obeying the command.

The pain that once coursed through my body was no more. Instead, I felt a tremendous sense of power that flowed within me. The dark energy pulsing throughout my very blood shattered the fear I had kept in my soul and destroyed the doubt I could remember. It was so incredible that I could feel it radiate from my form. Truly magnificent.

All previous thoughts were lost, disappeared along with the awful pain. Only a vague glimpse of memory still lingered within my mind. It did not matter though; I really didn't care what had happened because I now possessed the power I had long sought after.

I rose from where I laid, taking the very first breath of my existence. My ascent was slow from the sheer weight of the dark, lustrous armour that burdened my body. It would have been a clumsy climb to my feet as well if it weren't for my right arm's capability to lift my body so easily. A monstrous, leathered-skin, three-fingered claw had taken the form of my right arm much to my distaste.

Nonetheless, I could feel it abide to my will as I flexed each finger before making a fist. I did not know if I should be pleased by this transformation granted by the dark power of the cursed sword.

I should be appalled… but I wasn't.

I did not know how long I stood there watching, moving, and clenching that right hand of mine but soon my attention was driven off to something else: my hunger.

It was sudden. The intense hunger took over my senses and my thoughts, reminding me of my newfound duty.

The sword waited patiently beside me, its yellow eye gleaming when it felt my need. Beside the evil blade was the smoking corpse of its former master slain by my once human hands.

Hmph, I scoffed at the pathetic remains of the man whom all humanity had feared. I could not stop the mocking laughter that escaped my throat. A deep, raucous voice echoed within the helm I wore, booming loudly around the charred, vacant area. It was my voice, one that all of man should fear because now... it is my turn to bring that fear to this world.

I ceased my wicked chortling when I heard the first sounds of human whispers and murmurs behind me. A sneer forced itself upon my hidden lips as I took in the delightful sensation of human fear coming from the fools that had been drawn to me. That brilliant display of light that I faintly remember had grasped the curiosity of some few men.

Slowly, I turned to face them. Their reactions were gratifying; many flinched and gasped in fright while some, the more cowardly ones, immediately ran when I laid my eyes on them.

My hidden sneer widened to a malicious grin. What a perfect time to satisfy my hunger…

With Soul Edge within my hands, I narrowed my eyes at my first victim – a trembling, dirty peasant.

The fool should feel honored for being my first kill – as Nightmare.

A/N: Short... was it not? Just a little blurb I needed to write down. I'll be dumping all my little ideas for stories here from now on! Review please:-D