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It gets a bit bloody here at this chapter.
Chapter 8
Raphael Sorel simply marched up to his front doorstep, disregarding the two guards standing stiffly there.
"Hey, who are you?" snarled one.
"Have you no manners?" Raphael growled back. Raphael drew his deadly rapier. It was over in a few seconds, blood darkening the polished front porch and two corpses slumping to the ground. Raphael grabbed one by the collar and used his shirt to polish his blade.
Raphael took a running start, before leaping towards the door. He swung a foot brutally, and the door caved in, splinters sticking out. Raphael thrust forward with Soul Edge, and the door shattered into thousands of minuscule pieces. Raphael grinned at his own prowess, before stepping through the door, twirling his weapon absentmindedly. "Dear Donovan, come out and play..."he drawled, in an almost bored manner.
Donovan suddenly appeared, flanked by four guards. "I've been expecting you." he spat, before sending two of his lackeys forward. Raphael tore forward in a rage, whipping his rapier across the throats of the two men before they could even react, and charged after Donovan le Brun. With a gasp, the noble turned to run, shocked by the sudden turn of the tables. He expected Raphael to have more problems dealing with his guards. One of his lackeys stuck out a foot, tripping Raphael, but with the grace of a swan, Raphael's exceptional footwork brought him up in a fluid motion and he continued chasing. "Don't think you can flee!" he shouted after Donovan.
The other guard flung his own sword towards Raphael, but Raphael superbly timed his catch so he caught the handle. "Thank you," he yelled over his shoulder. As Donovan continued running down the street, Raphael aimed, and flung the sword towards his target. There was a scream, and the sound of a body hitting the ground. But he was not dead yet.
As Raphael slowly advanced to prolong Donovan's agony, the guard chasing him attempted flying kick, but Raphael twisted his body in midair to dodge the maneuver. The guard was unarmed, but he readied himself bravely for the onslaught.
"You are not enough to stop me, but I won't fight an unarmed man." Raphael spoke quietly, before tossing Flambert over. The guard caught it, but after a few deft strokes, had collapsed, blood spurting awkwardly from several wounds. Raphael stooped low to pick up Flambert, before he pulled Donovan's head up with his hair, then using Flambert to prop his chin up, so he looked directly at Raphael.
"How do you wish to die? Your head caving in? Your throat slit? Your heart stabbed? Ah, I know, I have the perfect idea." Raphael grabbed the wounded Donovan and stabbed his left eye. Donovan shrieked in anguish. "Hopefully Hell will have more in store for you when I send you down. Tell them Raphael Sorel sends his regards." Raphael pierced Soul Edge into Donovan's other eye. He was met by another scream.
As Raphael dragged his rapier torturously slowly across Donovan's exposed throat, he whispered, "Coup...de grace."
Raphael adjusted his lapels, and stalked off, leaving a mass of blood behind him and some revenge gathered.
The next on the list was a Fabian Sorel. Raphael remembered him well. He was a cousin, though not a particularly good one. His paternal side, thought Raphael grimly. He had cut ties with all of them, now he was going to stamp them out, one by one. He remembered being bullied all the time by Fabian, and that only served as fuel to burn the fire blazing away in his heart. Fabian was a good fencer though, one of the only things they had in common. Raphael hoped he could have an easy kill. He didn't want a rapier to touch his cousin's hands.
His hopes were dashed, however, when he realized he had arrived just after his cousin's fencing lessons (he was the instructor). To make things worse, Fabian was wearing a fencing mask and still practising fencing maneuvers.
When Raphael smashed the window with the hilt of Soul Edge, he cared not for pleasantries. Yelling "En garde!", Raphael swooped down upon Fabian. Unfortunately for him, his cousin's reflexes were fast enough, and the fencer narrowly avoided the killing thrust. Raphael whirled his blade in challenge.
His cousin's face was masked by fear and it fed Raphael. Fabian knew why he was here; all the nobles had been in on the decimation of the clan, only he had expected Emmanuel to do a better job.
Fabian spared no time with words and tried escaping but Raphael was on him in a flash. "Going somewhere? I don't think so..." Raphael sent a wicked roundhouse kick to Fabian's temple and his cousin dropped like a stone. Raphael plucked Fabian from the ground and threw him into a table, which splintered wildly under his weight. Raphael tried to push his advantage, but Fabian had rolled away, clutching his rapier firmly.
"Prepare yourself!" There was a wild clatter of blades, as Soul Edge entangled with the ordinary rapier that Fabian was holding. He felt a paroxysm of pain sweep up his arm, his bones tingling from the blow. Raphael laughed coldly and mirthlessly, as he pulled his rapier gently out from the entanglement of weapons. "Really, Fabian, I expected you to be better." he mocked his cousin, as Fabian lunged at Raphael. Raphael easily turned his head and slashed along Fabian's back.
"I would enjoy seeing you die...only that...I've got more...appointments to see to." Raphael taunted Fabian mercilessly, causing only the tiniest of wounds to prolong the stench of death. Finally, Raphael had enough. He tangled Fabian's weapon with his, then, using a twist of Soul Edge, sent the rapier lodging in the ceiling. Fabian's eyes widened with fear as Raphael leapt, grabbing the rapier in the ceiling for extra momentum, before throwing his legs towards Fabian's head. As Raphael's boots finally steadied themselves upon the ground, he realized he had achieved his desired effect. He was standing in a twisted mess of flimsy wire, and a blood-drenched head.
Raphael pulled his boot delicately out and hauled himself out the window, before marching off to his next victim.
It had been a long night for Raphael, but when it was finally done, Raphael basked in the glory of his accomplishment. Thirty-four people to kill was almost an easy task, especially his parents. He had enjoyed watching them squirm, while he laughed. The law enforcement team were so pathetic. They hadn't even figured out who the killer was. Raphael snorted and patted his horse. He started to ride off in the direction of Le Havre, Rouen's harbour. His purpose? Why, yes, everyone had to have a purpose, or he would be just a worthless shell. His purpose was at Soul Edge's request. To destroy Soul Calibur, once and for all.
Chapter 8
Raphael Sorel simply marched up to his front doorstep, disregarding the two guards standing stiffly there.
"Hey, who are you?" snarled one.
"Have you no manners?" Raphael growled back. Raphael drew his deadly rapier. It was over in a few seconds, blood darkening the polished front porch and two corpses slumping to the ground. Raphael grabbed one by the collar and used his shirt to polish his blade.
Raphael took a running start, before leaping towards the door. He swung a foot brutally, and the door caved in, splinters sticking out. Raphael thrust forward with Soul Edge, and the door shattered into thousands of minuscule pieces. Raphael grinned at his own prowess, before stepping through the door, twirling his weapon absentmindedly. "Dear Donovan, come out and play..."he drawled, in an almost bored manner.
Donovan suddenly appeared, flanked by four guards. "I've been expecting you." he spat, before sending two of his lackeys forward. Raphael tore forward in a rage, whipping his rapier across the throats of the two men before they could even react, and charged after Donovan le Brun. With a gasp, the noble turned to run, shocked by the sudden turn of the tables. He expected Raphael to have more problems dealing with his guards. One of his lackeys stuck out a foot, tripping Raphael, but with the grace of a swan, Raphael's exceptional footwork brought him up in a fluid motion and he continued chasing. "Don't think you can flee!" he shouted after Donovan.
The other guard flung his own sword towards Raphael, but Raphael superbly timed his catch so he caught the handle. "Thank you," he yelled over his shoulder. As Donovan continued running down the street, Raphael aimed, and flung the sword towards his target. There was a scream, and the sound of a body hitting the ground. But he was not dead yet.
As Raphael slowly advanced to prolong Donovan's agony, the guard chasing him attempted flying kick, but Raphael twisted his body in midair to dodge the maneuver. The guard was unarmed, but he readied himself bravely for the onslaught.
"You are not enough to stop me, but I won't fight an unarmed man." Raphael spoke quietly, before tossing Flambert over. The guard caught it, but after a few deft strokes, had collapsed, blood spurting awkwardly from several wounds. Raphael stooped low to pick up Flambert, before he pulled Donovan's head up with his hair, then using Flambert to prop his chin up, so he looked directly at Raphael.
"How do you wish to die? Your head caving in? Your throat slit? Your heart stabbed? Ah, I know, I have the perfect idea." Raphael grabbed the wounded Donovan and stabbed his left eye. Donovan shrieked in anguish. "Hopefully Hell will have more in store for you when I send you down. Tell them Raphael Sorel sends his regards." Raphael pierced Soul Edge into Donovan's other eye. He was met by another scream.
As Raphael dragged his rapier torturously slowly across Donovan's exposed throat, he whispered, "Coup...de grace."
Raphael adjusted his lapels, and stalked off, leaving a mass of blood behind him and some revenge gathered.
The next on the list was a Fabian Sorel. Raphael remembered him well. He was a cousin, though not a particularly good one. His paternal side, thought Raphael grimly. He had cut ties with all of them, now he was going to stamp them out, one by one. He remembered being bullied all the time by Fabian, and that only served as fuel to burn the fire blazing away in his heart. Fabian was a good fencer though, one of the only things they had in common. Raphael hoped he could have an easy kill. He didn't want a rapier to touch his cousin's hands.
His hopes were dashed, however, when he realized he had arrived just after his cousin's fencing lessons (he was the instructor). To make things worse, Fabian was wearing a fencing mask and still practising fencing maneuvers.
When Raphael smashed the window with the hilt of Soul Edge, he cared not for pleasantries. Yelling "En garde!", Raphael swooped down upon Fabian. Unfortunately for him, his cousin's reflexes were fast enough, and the fencer narrowly avoided the killing thrust. Raphael whirled his blade in challenge.
His cousin's face was masked by fear and it fed Raphael. Fabian knew why he was here; all the nobles had been in on the decimation of the clan, only he had expected Emmanuel to do a better job.
Fabian spared no time with words and tried escaping but Raphael was on him in a flash. "Going somewhere? I don't think so..." Raphael sent a wicked roundhouse kick to Fabian's temple and his cousin dropped like a stone. Raphael plucked Fabian from the ground and threw him into a table, which splintered wildly under his weight. Raphael tried to push his advantage, but Fabian had rolled away, clutching his rapier firmly.
"Prepare yourself!" There was a wild clatter of blades, as Soul Edge entangled with the ordinary rapier that Fabian was holding. He felt a paroxysm of pain sweep up his arm, his bones tingling from the blow. Raphael laughed coldly and mirthlessly, as he pulled his rapier gently out from the entanglement of weapons. "Really, Fabian, I expected you to be better." he mocked his cousin, as Fabian lunged at Raphael. Raphael easily turned his head and slashed along Fabian's back.
"I would enjoy seeing you die...only that...I've got more...appointments to see to." Raphael taunted Fabian mercilessly, causing only the tiniest of wounds to prolong the stench of death. Finally, Raphael had enough. He tangled Fabian's weapon with his, then, using a twist of Soul Edge, sent the rapier lodging in the ceiling. Fabian's eyes widened with fear as Raphael leapt, grabbing the rapier in the ceiling for extra momentum, before throwing his legs towards Fabian's head. As Raphael's boots finally steadied themselves upon the ground, he realized he had achieved his desired effect. He was standing in a twisted mess of flimsy wire, and a blood-drenched head.
Raphael pulled his boot delicately out and hauled himself out the window, before marching off to his next victim.
It had been a long night for Raphael, but when it was finally done, Raphael basked in the glory of his accomplishment. Thirty-four people to kill was almost an easy task, especially his parents. He had enjoyed watching them squirm, while he laughed. The law enforcement team were so pathetic. They hadn't even figured out who the killer was. Raphael snorted and patted his horse. He started to ride off in the direction of Le Havre, Rouen's harbour. His purpose? Why, yes, everyone had to have a purpose, or he would be just a worthless shell. His purpose was at Soul Edge's request. To destroy Soul Calibur, once and for all.