NIGHTMARE
After many grueling battles and soul-taking, Nightmare returned to his castle only to be faced with one more foe - the baker's daughter, Sophitia.
He'd heard of this little girl traveling across the countryside, foolishly trying to restore what he had already ravaged. Apparently, she'd learned of his headquarters here at Castle Ostrheinsburg and had come to try to stop him.
And thus making the taking of her soul a deliciously simple matter, Nightmare thought to himself with supreme satisfaction. The evil blade he held agreed malevolently.
He regarded the patiently waiting young woman before him. She was a pretty thing, with golden hair that shone in the waning sunlight. Her skin seemed to glow with a radiance from some other source. A radiance he'd not seen since...well, perhaps never had...
Suddenly Soul Edge shuddered in Nightmare's hand, reminding him that he still had to slay this impertinent girl. He glared at her through his helmet's visor, having walked close enough to see her better.
She had firm, strong thighs that her skirt and leggings could not completely conceal. Her bosom heaved steadily up and down with her calm but deep breathing. Her breasts appeared firm with youth and capable of feeding many, many children before sagging after years of loving massages-
Then Soul Edge vibrated furiously for a moment, startling him from his reverie. Nightmare shook his head violently.
What's the matter with me? he asked himself. I need to take her so I can perform my resurrection!
Soul Edge screamed in his mind.
Argh, Nightmare thought. I meant take her *soul*! What was happening here?
Instantly, it hit him. Despite being a possessed, malformed madman, Nightmare was still a teenage male with raging hormones. In fact, throughout all his terrorizing of the Spanish and German hillsides in sating the Soul Edge's thirst for souls , he'd totally neglected the raping half of "rape and pillage" and he was pretty pent-up. The fact that Sophitia was a hottie only fed the fire within.
Ignoring the jealous protests of Soul Edge, Nightmare called out to Sophitia.
"Girl!" he cried. "Be my queen!"
Sophitia almost dropped her shield along with her jaw in disbelief. "W...what?" she managed to stutter.
"You heard me! BE MY QUEEN OR DIE!"
After a long moment, Sophitia said simply, "I'm already engaged to a wonderful man back home. So my answer must be no.
"But really," she continued, before he could reply, "how could I ever entertain a sloppy, 8th-century Neanderthal-style proposal like that?" She deepened her voice, imitating his gravelly, breathy baritone. 'Be my queen or die!' Don't you know how to properly address a lady?"
"BAH!" Nightmare scoffed. "What do I care about such matters? I AM NIGHTMARE, MASTER OF THE SOUL EDGE!"
"Who, despite all his power," Sophitia sniffed, "couldn't get a date if his life was at stake. You're like some frustrated teenager with no social skills."
Nightmare seethed at Sophitia's unwitting accuracy: What good is having the Soul Edge if it can't help me score with the chicks? The sooner I take her soul and finish this erection business, the better...I meant, resurrection business! DAMN!
"My sword, grant me strength!" Nightmare muttered desperately as he tried to dispel a powerful daydream of raising a dozen green-eyed, blond-headed Greco-Germanic kids on a farm. Soul Edge hummed with contempt for this weak host and, not for the first time, wished Cervantes was still alive...
(Author's Note: I always thought Sophie and Siegfreid would make a cute couple. Ohhhh, no... now someone's gonna do a Sophie/Ziggy fanfic...[bwaarrrrrfff])
After many grueling battles and soul-taking, Nightmare returned to his castle only to be faced with one more foe - the baker's daughter, Sophitia.
He'd heard of this little girl traveling across the countryside, foolishly trying to restore what he had already ravaged. Apparently, she'd learned of his headquarters here at Castle Ostrheinsburg and had come to try to stop him.
And thus making the taking of her soul a deliciously simple matter, Nightmare thought to himself with supreme satisfaction. The evil blade he held agreed malevolently.
He regarded the patiently waiting young woman before him. She was a pretty thing, with golden hair that shone in the waning sunlight. Her skin seemed to glow with a radiance from some other source. A radiance he'd not seen since...well, perhaps never had...
Suddenly Soul Edge shuddered in Nightmare's hand, reminding him that he still had to slay this impertinent girl. He glared at her through his helmet's visor, having walked close enough to see her better.
She had firm, strong thighs that her skirt and leggings could not completely conceal. Her bosom heaved steadily up and down with her calm but deep breathing. Her breasts appeared firm with youth and capable of feeding many, many children before sagging after years of loving massages-
Then Soul Edge vibrated furiously for a moment, startling him from his reverie. Nightmare shook his head violently.
What's the matter with me? he asked himself. I need to take her so I can perform my resurrection!
Soul Edge screamed in his mind.
Argh, Nightmare thought. I meant take her *soul*! What was happening here?
Instantly, it hit him. Despite being a possessed, malformed madman, Nightmare was still a teenage male with raging hormones. In fact, throughout all his terrorizing of the Spanish and German hillsides in sating the Soul Edge's thirst for souls , he'd totally neglected the raping half of "rape and pillage" and he was pretty pent-up. The fact that Sophitia was a hottie only fed the fire within.
Ignoring the jealous protests of Soul Edge, Nightmare called out to Sophitia.
"Girl!" he cried. "Be my queen!"
Sophitia almost dropped her shield along with her jaw in disbelief. "W...what?" she managed to stutter.
"You heard me! BE MY QUEEN OR DIE!"
After a long moment, Sophitia said simply, "I'm already engaged to a wonderful man back home. So my answer must be no.
"But really," she continued, before he could reply, "how could I ever entertain a sloppy, 8th-century Neanderthal-style proposal like that?" She deepened her voice, imitating his gravelly, breathy baritone. 'Be my queen or die!' Don't you know how to properly address a lady?"
"BAH!" Nightmare scoffed. "What do I care about such matters? I AM NIGHTMARE, MASTER OF THE SOUL EDGE!"
"Who, despite all his power," Sophitia sniffed, "couldn't get a date if his life was at stake. You're like some frustrated teenager with no social skills."
Nightmare seethed at Sophitia's unwitting accuracy: What good is having the Soul Edge if it can't help me score with the chicks? The sooner I take her soul and finish this erection business, the better...I meant, resurrection business! DAMN!
"My sword, grant me strength!" Nightmare muttered desperately as he tried to dispel a powerful daydream of raising a dozen green-eyed, blond-headed Greco-Germanic kids on a farm. Soul Edge hummed with contempt for this weak host and, not for the first time, wished Cervantes was still alive...
(Author's Note: I always thought Sophie and Siegfreid would make a cute couple. Ohhhh, no... now someone's gonna do a Sophie/Ziggy fanfic...[bwaarrrrrfff])