Yay! My very first story! This is mainly a Soul Calibur story, but has none of the players... yet. Just the weapons, so you can call it original... right? :hesitates: Also, I may be putting in some Dead or Alive and Tekken characters. I don't know whether to put this in FictionPress.com or fanfiction.net, so I've decided to put it in both, and see whether the authorities of either would accept. This story will be R – you won't notice why till very later, I have plans for it. In order to understand the story, you need to find out about the story of Soul Calibur. Head to www.soulcalibur.com to find its history.
So, enjoy the story.
Soul Calibur: The Soul of the Swords.
June 12, 1980.
The three prophecies were stuck in the elder god's head:
The Chosen One of the Ones with the power to vanquish the Soul Edge's evil powers approaches...... born to he who has thrice defied the swords, born on the twelfth hour of the twelfth day of the twelfth month......the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal once they meet for the first time, but he will have powers the Dark Lord knows not...... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord on the twelfth day of the twelfth month......he will be the most powerful of his kind......he will have a gift given by the Dragon through one of his followers which must be controlled....... it will enlarge two of the seven deadly sins...... he will be given by God all the legendary weapons...... he will be more powerful than his father.......
The Dark Lord as the Child of Evil Swords approaches...... he will be born on the sixth hour of the sixth day of the sixth month...... he will be the first to hold Soul Edge in a generation, and will obtain his power from them...... he is the One of the Ones' dark half...... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives......he will be allied with the Dragon...... he will try to bring the Judge to his side......
The Judge with the power of the Ones approaches...... she will be born on the ninth hour of the ninth day of the ninth month...... either of the halves who approaches her sorrowfulness first will have her at their side...... the other half will try to woo her to theirs...... but in the end, it will be her decision that will determine their fate......
Up in heaven, the man with snow white hair that reached to the middle of his back, his build very strong and muscular, his face as handsome as Jesus, covered in white clothes, was wandering where the Chosen One was. He had failed two years ago of stopping the Dark Lord of coming into the world from the United Kingdom, he must not fail in giving the father of the One this spirit sword he took out of Soul Edge's vortex. It looked like a Tai Chi sword. The sword's handle was about a foot long, with a diamond sphere on top of it. Forged on top of it was the blade, its metal wings on top of the sphere which coiled loosely to the blade itself, its blade tips still at its sharpest after three centuries of neglect, the middle of the blade still not there – never has been, but still beats other swords in its strength of offence and defence, according to the wielder's pure heart. Damn, even after countless battles against Soul Edge (even with its two soul-feeding swords), it still looks like it's just been forged. This is the spirit sword, Soul Calibur.
The elder god, named Raiden, was watching down Earth, unaware that God Himself was watching, and being omniscient, knew he'd find the person's family.
As Raiden watched the world, he thought about looking for babies predicted to be born in December. As his sight was watching every human in the world, he decided to narrow his search by doing this. In his eyes, every woman pregnant with a future child going to be born in December was highlighted in red.
But a bright white light stood out of all the reds – in Africa. West Africa. He wasn't surprised. He never is surprised when it comes to things like this, amongst other things. The last wielder of Soul Calibur left it in the vortex thinking that it would stop Soul Edge (which was only one blade at the time) from using its evil, which obviously was wrong.
Due to the fact that where the father came from, along with his wife, and there was no martial arts clubs anywhere in the country, Raiden thought of giving the father of the baby the ability of knowing a very big wide range of martial arts, mainly Chinese, Japanese, and Korean.
Solidifying his resolve, he was about to head to West Africa, when a soft voice startled him.
'You're going there,' God said, even though Raiden couldn't see Him.
'You sent me. The prophecy needs to be fulfilled, the world must be saved,' Raiden said with excitement.
'Have you thought about if the Dark Lord wins?' God said. He knew what the Dark Lord's name was going to be; unfortunately it was the name of one of his faithful servants, the man that, according to the Old Testament in the Bible, was thrown into a den of lions for breaking a law that prevented him from worshipping God. He wasn't going to tell Raiden that, though. Even though he was an elder god, he wasn't perfect, like the Greek gods in Greek mythology and legend, but his heart was pure, for he loved the earth as much as God does. So imagine his surprise when he heard this.
'I uh...... assumed that......'
'"Expect the unexpected",' God said in amusement, 'isn't that what you told my angels?'
How the... Raiden was shocked – he has forgotten that this is the god that made him. In the split second, he remembered that God is omnipotent (all- powerful) and omniscient (all-knowing), so he shouldn't have been surprised. He relaxed.
'You're not going to help though, are you?'
'You think you love the world more that I do? If so, why did I give them the free will to make their own choices of good and evil?'
'That resulted in Adam and Eve's fall. I don't think that was a good idea back then.'
'You love them too much to think logically. I put the tree of knowledge in the Garden of Eden to see if they would follow me.'
At this point Raiden was steadily getting annoyed. 'You didn't expect a snake to take their focus away, huh?'
'Even though the serpent tried to pull them off track, they pulled themselves off track. It just shows that none of them are perfect. I don't expect you to be as perfect as me. You may be a god, but you're not perfect.'
Raiden had also realised this. 'I'm sorry, I shouldn't have argued with you.'
'And you think you're the only one? I get complaints from the humans when something bad happens to them. Anyway, you've go to get going. There's a pair of blades that need purification.'
Raiden raised an eyebrow. 'Can't you do it yourself?'
God laughed heartily. 'I could, but I'd do it through people. As you know, they should not only rely on me to do things for them.'
True, thought Raiden, true. He smiled. 'Well, see you later,' he said, and a second later, he was in Ghana, with a voice in his head saying 'You can't see me, remember?' and laughter.
Raiden was so focused on those words; he hadn't noticed himself standing on water, standing on the Lake Volta, one of the biggest artificial lakes in the world. He didn't also notice one of the Ghanaian fishermen of a crew getting off a small boat on the shore and running towards the gate, staring at him and shouting.
It was an hour before he realised that he was the centre of attention. Still standing on water, he snapped out of is trance to find himself on stage to a very big crowd of Ghanaians, their jaws dropped.
He didn't want to scare them, but knew they had to get out of his way. His sky blue eyes, as he watched the crowd, turned white, and visible electricity passed through the edges into the pupil.
He turned his head to his left to find islands before him. But when he turned his head back to the crowd, they were gone. He smiled. He was in the wrong area – it was supposed to be in the Greater Accra Region. Well, Mr. Mensah won't be expecting him, but he'll come anyway. He's been traumatised with his incident with Kazuya Mishima, but he'll come round.
In fact, Emmanuel Mensah was only daunted by the incident for one day. He had a special gift of blocking and dodging every attack given to him, and could even know a gun's angle before the bullet was shot, so when it was, it would have missed. He also had a gift of keeping trauma from an hour to three days – most people would have had a traumatic incident kept in their minds from months to the rest of their lives. But his trauma came during the second King of the Iron Fist Tournament. Although he wasn't the only person who knew of Kazuya's power, he was the only one apart from Heihachi to know how he got it. He was known in his community as 'the Dragon' for his psychic powers, as well as other ones.
The community feared him – they thought he was a Satanist and got his powers from the Devil. They wouldn't attack him though, because he was as kind and as good as the powers he has stored in him, and although he doesn't know, it's as big as the sun.
Anyway, he participated in the tournament for one reason – to destroy Kazuya – his only thoughts are evil. Emmanuel was prepared, but he didn't expect what was coming to him.
It's been five months since his secret match with Kazuya. It came to a tie... but with a consequence.
Since he came back to Ghana, his mental control on the seven deadly sins – vanity, sloth, greed, gluttony, jealousy, lust and wrath – reached an all time low. You couldn't blame him. If any of the sins was felt inside him, it boosted to an overdrive, and it came out physically through him too – depending on the sin, his eyes would change to a colour not seen in eyes normally, the pupils would thin to a cats, his chest and forehead showed marks, and his strength would boost higher, especially in jealousy and wrath. His wife, Beulah, had to deal with this, whether she liked it or not.
Since then, he has been trying to overcome the evil planted into him by Kazuya. He overcame five of the seven deadly sins, he consulted a priest and was told that if he did overcome all seven, he will be able to control the gene, now called by him as the Devil gene, and will use its powers at will.
Right now, it was one o'clock in the morning. He was awake, trying to overcome the last two – lust and wrath. Beulah was asleep. The room was dark. He was sitting down, his legs crossed. There was a violet aura around him, and he was changing from lust and back again. But the gene was taking over. The last thing he wants is to rape Beulah, let alone anyone else. But he was falling asleep. He couldn't fall asleep – last time he did that when he was angry, the man he beat up very badly went into coma. But his eyes, if it was his eyes, were dropping...
'Rest or it'll definitely take over.'
Emmanuel jumped in shock. He stood up and turned around to the voice behind him. He saw a man there – white clothes, a wide circular flat hat on his head, whatever that is, white light glowing in his eyes. Wait a minute – white light in his eyes?
Emmanuel was scared, but he kept it in – he learnt to keep his emotions to himself and not to show them while doing his mental training.
'Who are you?' he asked.
'I'm going to look after your family for the rest of your lives,' he answered, and put his hand over the growing stomach of Beulah's. They were having a baby. 'Especially this one,' he said.
Beulah woke up at the man's touch. She sat on the bed, looking at the man with glowing white eyes. Wait a minute – glowing white eyes?
Beulah would have screamed, but no voice came out, even with her mouth wide open with shock and fear.
Raiden put on the light. The glows in his eyes were gone, and replace with normal sky blue eyes.
'Who are you?' Beulah asked.
'My name's Raiden. I've come to tell you something,' Raiden said, sitting on one of three sofas. The room was a very big room.
Emmanuel sat down with his wife on the bed, an emotionless expression on his face. He and Raiden stared at each other for a minute, before Raiden spoke, deciding to get straight to the point.
'That child in your wife's womb,' he said, 'has enemies. Powerful enemies. Your child is destined to do great things, and I'm not just talking academically. He is destined to destroy the evil in twin blades called Soul Edge. He has enemies because of it. They are here in Ghana right now, killing any pregnant women and their unborn child if the child is predicted to be born in December.'
Beulah's eyes opened wide; her child was one of those predicted.
'Then we have to get out of here,' she said in fear.
'Yes, you do. By the way Emmanuel, you saw the swords during the tournament, haven't you?'
'Swords?'
'Every time you saw them; you felt an evil trying to draw you to the sword, isn't it?'
It did happen, about...
'Three times,' said Emmanuel.
Raiden was right; they were going to have the Chosen One.
'Get a one way ticket to Britain; you may have to stay there until the evil has passed.'
'And why should we trust you?'
There was silence. Raiden took a deep breath.
'You know the twin blades' history?'
'Yeah, so what?' said Emmanuel in annoyance.
'They've grown powerful, but still looking for the rest of the fragments to complete themselves. They've found every fragment in all the countries except Britain, now they're looking for they're exact locations, feeding itself along the way, especially the pregnant women. Britain is the only place where there are no fragments of Soul Edge.'
Emmanuel put his head down, thinking. If so, and the child is supposed to do great things, and they're looking for him... he must find the connection.
'Who exactly are searching for him?'
'Satanists,' Raiden replied.
How ironic, thought Emmanuel in amusement – the people here call me a Satanist. But Satanists worship Satan, and...... oh shit.
A determined look came on his face. 'We'd be out of here by next week!'
Raiden disappeared, leaving a one million pound cheque, and a spirit sword, glowing in front of them. He also left a message:
'Take the sword; it will give you the power of Chinese, Japanese and Korean martial arts, and other powers. Once your son is born, give him the sword to hold. His destiny is now in your hands, and the world's fate is in his hands.'
Please R&R
So, enjoy the story.
Soul Calibur: The Soul of the Swords.
June 12, 1980.
The three prophecies were stuck in the elder god's head:
The Chosen One of the Ones with the power to vanquish the Soul Edge's evil powers approaches...... born to he who has thrice defied the swords, born on the twelfth hour of the twelfth day of the twelfth month......the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal once they meet for the first time, but he will have powers the Dark Lord knows not...... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord on the twelfth day of the twelfth month......he will be the most powerful of his kind......he will have a gift given by the Dragon through one of his followers which must be controlled....... it will enlarge two of the seven deadly sins...... he will be given by God all the legendary weapons...... he will be more powerful than his father.......
The Dark Lord as the Child of Evil Swords approaches...... he will be born on the sixth hour of the sixth day of the sixth month...... he will be the first to hold Soul Edge in a generation, and will obtain his power from them...... he is the One of the Ones' dark half...... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives......he will be allied with the Dragon...... he will try to bring the Judge to his side......
The Judge with the power of the Ones approaches...... she will be born on the ninth hour of the ninth day of the ninth month...... either of the halves who approaches her sorrowfulness first will have her at their side...... the other half will try to woo her to theirs...... but in the end, it will be her decision that will determine their fate......
Up in heaven, the man with snow white hair that reached to the middle of his back, his build very strong and muscular, his face as handsome as Jesus, covered in white clothes, was wandering where the Chosen One was. He had failed two years ago of stopping the Dark Lord of coming into the world from the United Kingdom, he must not fail in giving the father of the One this spirit sword he took out of Soul Edge's vortex. It looked like a Tai Chi sword. The sword's handle was about a foot long, with a diamond sphere on top of it. Forged on top of it was the blade, its metal wings on top of the sphere which coiled loosely to the blade itself, its blade tips still at its sharpest after three centuries of neglect, the middle of the blade still not there – never has been, but still beats other swords in its strength of offence and defence, according to the wielder's pure heart. Damn, even after countless battles against Soul Edge (even with its two soul-feeding swords), it still looks like it's just been forged. This is the spirit sword, Soul Calibur.
The elder god, named Raiden, was watching down Earth, unaware that God Himself was watching, and being omniscient, knew he'd find the person's family.
As Raiden watched the world, he thought about looking for babies predicted to be born in December. As his sight was watching every human in the world, he decided to narrow his search by doing this. In his eyes, every woman pregnant with a future child going to be born in December was highlighted in red.
But a bright white light stood out of all the reds – in Africa. West Africa. He wasn't surprised. He never is surprised when it comes to things like this, amongst other things. The last wielder of Soul Calibur left it in the vortex thinking that it would stop Soul Edge (which was only one blade at the time) from using its evil, which obviously was wrong.
Due to the fact that where the father came from, along with his wife, and there was no martial arts clubs anywhere in the country, Raiden thought of giving the father of the baby the ability of knowing a very big wide range of martial arts, mainly Chinese, Japanese, and Korean.
Solidifying his resolve, he was about to head to West Africa, when a soft voice startled him.
'You're going there,' God said, even though Raiden couldn't see Him.
'You sent me. The prophecy needs to be fulfilled, the world must be saved,' Raiden said with excitement.
'Have you thought about if the Dark Lord wins?' God said. He knew what the Dark Lord's name was going to be; unfortunately it was the name of one of his faithful servants, the man that, according to the Old Testament in the Bible, was thrown into a den of lions for breaking a law that prevented him from worshipping God. He wasn't going to tell Raiden that, though. Even though he was an elder god, he wasn't perfect, like the Greek gods in Greek mythology and legend, but his heart was pure, for he loved the earth as much as God does. So imagine his surprise when he heard this.
'I uh...... assumed that......'
'"Expect the unexpected",' God said in amusement, 'isn't that what you told my angels?'
How the... Raiden was shocked – he has forgotten that this is the god that made him. In the split second, he remembered that God is omnipotent (all- powerful) and omniscient (all-knowing), so he shouldn't have been surprised. He relaxed.
'You're not going to help though, are you?'
'You think you love the world more that I do? If so, why did I give them the free will to make their own choices of good and evil?'
'That resulted in Adam and Eve's fall. I don't think that was a good idea back then.'
'You love them too much to think logically. I put the tree of knowledge in the Garden of Eden to see if they would follow me.'
At this point Raiden was steadily getting annoyed. 'You didn't expect a snake to take their focus away, huh?'
'Even though the serpent tried to pull them off track, they pulled themselves off track. It just shows that none of them are perfect. I don't expect you to be as perfect as me. You may be a god, but you're not perfect.'
Raiden had also realised this. 'I'm sorry, I shouldn't have argued with you.'
'And you think you're the only one? I get complaints from the humans when something bad happens to them. Anyway, you've go to get going. There's a pair of blades that need purification.'
Raiden raised an eyebrow. 'Can't you do it yourself?'
God laughed heartily. 'I could, but I'd do it through people. As you know, they should not only rely on me to do things for them.'
True, thought Raiden, true. He smiled. 'Well, see you later,' he said, and a second later, he was in Ghana, with a voice in his head saying 'You can't see me, remember?' and laughter.
Raiden was so focused on those words; he hadn't noticed himself standing on water, standing on the Lake Volta, one of the biggest artificial lakes in the world. He didn't also notice one of the Ghanaian fishermen of a crew getting off a small boat on the shore and running towards the gate, staring at him and shouting.
It was an hour before he realised that he was the centre of attention. Still standing on water, he snapped out of is trance to find himself on stage to a very big crowd of Ghanaians, their jaws dropped.
He didn't want to scare them, but knew they had to get out of his way. His sky blue eyes, as he watched the crowd, turned white, and visible electricity passed through the edges into the pupil.
He turned his head to his left to find islands before him. But when he turned his head back to the crowd, they were gone. He smiled. He was in the wrong area – it was supposed to be in the Greater Accra Region. Well, Mr. Mensah won't be expecting him, but he'll come anyway. He's been traumatised with his incident with Kazuya Mishima, but he'll come round.
In fact, Emmanuel Mensah was only daunted by the incident for one day. He had a special gift of blocking and dodging every attack given to him, and could even know a gun's angle before the bullet was shot, so when it was, it would have missed. He also had a gift of keeping trauma from an hour to three days – most people would have had a traumatic incident kept in their minds from months to the rest of their lives. But his trauma came during the second King of the Iron Fist Tournament. Although he wasn't the only person who knew of Kazuya's power, he was the only one apart from Heihachi to know how he got it. He was known in his community as 'the Dragon' for his psychic powers, as well as other ones.
The community feared him – they thought he was a Satanist and got his powers from the Devil. They wouldn't attack him though, because he was as kind and as good as the powers he has stored in him, and although he doesn't know, it's as big as the sun.
Anyway, he participated in the tournament for one reason – to destroy Kazuya – his only thoughts are evil. Emmanuel was prepared, but he didn't expect what was coming to him.
It's been five months since his secret match with Kazuya. It came to a tie... but with a consequence.
Since he came back to Ghana, his mental control on the seven deadly sins – vanity, sloth, greed, gluttony, jealousy, lust and wrath – reached an all time low. You couldn't blame him. If any of the sins was felt inside him, it boosted to an overdrive, and it came out physically through him too – depending on the sin, his eyes would change to a colour not seen in eyes normally, the pupils would thin to a cats, his chest and forehead showed marks, and his strength would boost higher, especially in jealousy and wrath. His wife, Beulah, had to deal with this, whether she liked it or not.
Since then, he has been trying to overcome the evil planted into him by Kazuya. He overcame five of the seven deadly sins, he consulted a priest and was told that if he did overcome all seven, he will be able to control the gene, now called by him as the Devil gene, and will use its powers at will.
Right now, it was one o'clock in the morning. He was awake, trying to overcome the last two – lust and wrath. Beulah was asleep. The room was dark. He was sitting down, his legs crossed. There was a violet aura around him, and he was changing from lust and back again. But the gene was taking over. The last thing he wants is to rape Beulah, let alone anyone else. But he was falling asleep. He couldn't fall asleep – last time he did that when he was angry, the man he beat up very badly went into coma. But his eyes, if it was his eyes, were dropping...
'Rest or it'll definitely take over.'
Emmanuel jumped in shock. He stood up and turned around to the voice behind him. He saw a man there – white clothes, a wide circular flat hat on his head, whatever that is, white light glowing in his eyes. Wait a minute – white light in his eyes?
Emmanuel was scared, but he kept it in – he learnt to keep his emotions to himself and not to show them while doing his mental training.
'Who are you?' he asked.
'I'm going to look after your family for the rest of your lives,' he answered, and put his hand over the growing stomach of Beulah's. They were having a baby. 'Especially this one,' he said.
Beulah woke up at the man's touch. She sat on the bed, looking at the man with glowing white eyes. Wait a minute – glowing white eyes?
Beulah would have screamed, but no voice came out, even with her mouth wide open with shock and fear.
Raiden put on the light. The glows in his eyes were gone, and replace with normal sky blue eyes.
'Who are you?' Beulah asked.
'My name's Raiden. I've come to tell you something,' Raiden said, sitting on one of three sofas. The room was a very big room.
Emmanuel sat down with his wife on the bed, an emotionless expression on his face. He and Raiden stared at each other for a minute, before Raiden spoke, deciding to get straight to the point.
'That child in your wife's womb,' he said, 'has enemies. Powerful enemies. Your child is destined to do great things, and I'm not just talking academically. He is destined to destroy the evil in twin blades called Soul Edge. He has enemies because of it. They are here in Ghana right now, killing any pregnant women and their unborn child if the child is predicted to be born in December.'
Beulah's eyes opened wide; her child was one of those predicted.
'Then we have to get out of here,' she said in fear.
'Yes, you do. By the way Emmanuel, you saw the swords during the tournament, haven't you?'
'Swords?'
'Every time you saw them; you felt an evil trying to draw you to the sword, isn't it?'
It did happen, about...
'Three times,' said Emmanuel.
Raiden was right; they were going to have the Chosen One.
'Get a one way ticket to Britain; you may have to stay there until the evil has passed.'
'And why should we trust you?'
There was silence. Raiden took a deep breath.
'You know the twin blades' history?'
'Yeah, so what?' said Emmanuel in annoyance.
'They've grown powerful, but still looking for the rest of the fragments to complete themselves. They've found every fragment in all the countries except Britain, now they're looking for they're exact locations, feeding itself along the way, especially the pregnant women. Britain is the only place where there are no fragments of Soul Edge.'
Emmanuel put his head down, thinking. If so, and the child is supposed to do great things, and they're looking for him... he must find the connection.
'Who exactly are searching for him?'
'Satanists,' Raiden replied.
How ironic, thought Emmanuel in amusement – the people here call me a Satanist. But Satanists worship Satan, and...... oh shit.
A determined look came on his face. 'We'd be out of here by next week!'
Raiden disappeared, leaving a one million pound cheque, and a spirit sword, glowing in front of them. He also left a message:
'Take the sword; it will give you the power of Chinese, Japanese and Korean martial arts, and other powers. Once your son is born, give him the sword to hold. His destiny is now in your hands, and the world's fate is in his hands.'
Please R&R