Cervantes de Leon, The Immortal pirate. The very name invokes dread in the
hearts of men. After his resurrection by Nightmare, Cervantes wandered the
world, collecting pieces of the evil Soul Edge. One of the twin Soul Edge
swords had been utterly destroyed. The other, possessed by Nightmare, was
badly damaged. He managed to collect enough shards to form one blade, but
it lacked the power that Cervantes craved. He wanted to possess both of the
Soul Edge blades again.
One day, Cervantes heard that several shards of the evil swords were being kept as holy relics in a temple. Little did the worshippers know that the shards contained a great evil... Cervantes travelled to the city where the temple stood. After a long journey, he stood before the temple gates. He knocked on the gates, to ask admittance, but when a priest looked out of a window, he recognised Cervantes.
"The Immortal pirate!" he shouted, "Cervantes de Leon is here! Call the guards!"
Realising that he was not going to be allowed to enter peacefully, Cervantes raised the Soul Edge, and brought it down in a glittering arc. The gates burst asunder in a flash of light. Cervantes strode through the gateway, only to meet a large contingent of armed temple guards. The evil sword in his hand glowed red, sensing the souls of the guards. Cervantes drew Nirvana, his pistol sword, and stood defiantly, a sword in each hand. It was then that the guards charged.
Cervantes waited until the first guards reached him, and swung his blades in glittering arcs. The guards fell dead at his feet. The Soul Edge greedily consumed the souls of the dead. Cervantes then ran at the other guards. They were no match for his power and skill. The guards were cut down where they stood. With every death, the Soul Edge grew stronger. After all the guards lay dead, the red veins on the surface of the sword pulsed with unholy life. Although the sword could not completely control Cervantes, it urged him on to slaughter everyone that he could find.
Acceding to the sword's wishes, Cervantes moved further into the temple, cutting down everyone who stood in his way. He finally reached the inner sanctum, where the sword shards lay. The high priest of the temple stood with his back to the doorway. As Cervantes entered the room, the priest turned. As he did so, he drew two long, curved swords. Cervantes yelled a battle-cry and charged. Battle was met. Although Cervantes' assault was furious, the priest effortlessly parried every single blow. The two combatants were of equal skill, and the Soul Edge was not yet strong enough to offer any assistance. Cervantes suddenly ceased to attack, jumped back, and fired the pistol hidden in the hilt of the sword Nirvana. At such close range, the bullet could not miss. The priest was thrown back, dropping his weapons. Cervantes stood over the dying priest, raised his swords, and stabbed down, hard. The Soul Edge sucked the soul from the priest's corpse.
Cervantes sheathed Nirvana, and advanced to the altar where the unholy shards lay, Soul Edge in hand.
The blade resonated as it came close to the shards. Cervantes laid the blade onto the altar, and the shards were absorbed into the Soul Edge. The sword grew several inches in length, and the blade glowed with increased power.
Cervantes smiled evilly. He had achieved his objective, but his quest was far from over...
TO BE CONTINUED.
One day, Cervantes heard that several shards of the evil swords were being kept as holy relics in a temple. Little did the worshippers know that the shards contained a great evil... Cervantes travelled to the city where the temple stood. After a long journey, he stood before the temple gates. He knocked on the gates, to ask admittance, but when a priest looked out of a window, he recognised Cervantes.
"The Immortal pirate!" he shouted, "Cervantes de Leon is here! Call the guards!"
Realising that he was not going to be allowed to enter peacefully, Cervantes raised the Soul Edge, and brought it down in a glittering arc. The gates burst asunder in a flash of light. Cervantes strode through the gateway, only to meet a large contingent of armed temple guards. The evil sword in his hand glowed red, sensing the souls of the guards. Cervantes drew Nirvana, his pistol sword, and stood defiantly, a sword in each hand. It was then that the guards charged.
Cervantes waited until the first guards reached him, and swung his blades in glittering arcs. The guards fell dead at his feet. The Soul Edge greedily consumed the souls of the dead. Cervantes then ran at the other guards. They were no match for his power and skill. The guards were cut down where they stood. With every death, the Soul Edge grew stronger. After all the guards lay dead, the red veins on the surface of the sword pulsed with unholy life. Although the sword could not completely control Cervantes, it urged him on to slaughter everyone that he could find.
Acceding to the sword's wishes, Cervantes moved further into the temple, cutting down everyone who stood in his way. He finally reached the inner sanctum, where the sword shards lay. The high priest of the temple stood with his back to the doorway. As Cervantes entered the room, the priest turned. As he did so, he drew two long, curved swords. Cervantes yelled a battle-cry and charged. Battle was met. Although Cervantes' assault was furious, the priest effortlessly parried every single blow. The two combatants were of equal skill, and the Soul Edge was not yet strong enough to offer any assistance. Cervantes suddenly ceased to attack, jumped back, and fired the pistol hidden in the hilt of the sword Nirvana. At such close range, the bullet could not miss. The priest was thrown back, dropping his weapons. Cervantes stood over the dying priest, raised his swords, and stabbed down, hard. The Soul Edge sucked the soul from the priest's corpse.
Cervantes sheathed Nirvana, and advanced to the altar where the unholy shards lay, Soul Edge in hand.
The blade resonated as it came close to the shards. Cervantes laid the blade onto the altar, and the shards were absorbed into the Soul Edge. The sword grew several inches in length, and the blade glowed with increased power.
Cervantes smiled evilly. He had achieved his objective, but his quest was far from over...
TO BE CONTINUED.