Every thing was perfect.
Cervantes De Leon through his senses watched passively as the sleeping knight screamed in silent agony as the vile spirit of Soul Edge continued to assimilate with his body slowly. This had been going on for quite some time now but Cervantes never got tired of watching. Besides, it's not like he really had anything better to do at the moment, and watching the sheer anguish the knight suffered was pleasing to his ears, yes even millions of miles away, he could see the knight, hear him for the unholy powers of Soul Edge made it so.
His cries the pirate clearly heard, but to the world of the living Siegfried slept quiet and peaceful. A pity that the very friends that were trying so hard to save him were unknowingly watching his demise and that the very key to his salvation has only been before him all this time.
Bastard knight this is your curse! Even the gods have forsaken you! Cervantes chuckled deviously. For you, hope was destined never to be realized.
Cervantes could now see and understand why the Soul Edge yearned to possess this particular knight's body. The knight was young, reckless and stupid. He relied too heavily upon Soul Edge's power and failed to see when its spirit took over for his mania blinded him so.
So easily manipulated and harvested.
Siegfried was a fool to believe he could control the demon sword! In truth it was he Cervantes who was its true master! When the sword brought him back to life with its own shards, it thought it was being clever in creating another 'host' should anything happen to the first host. But in the past year, Cervantes found his body slowly adapting to its power, and its influence waning as his mind dominated! He soon hypothesized that given enough time; each shard he assimilated with would give him more power and resistance to the Soul Edge's influence.
He had been correct and he soon found that the Soul Edge had little to no control over him, but he in turn was given its powers, its abilities, it raised his consciousness to higher levels that mere humans could not understand.
For the last few months he had been testing his awareness with every new shard he came across.and he had been able to see through human eyes, Siegfried's eyes when he wished. Cervantes could only imagine that it was because of the demonic ties they both shared with the Soul Edge. He had even decided to flex his control over the knight's body to see how much effort it took but was barred fiercely by the knight's own mind. This however did not discourage the pirate as he knew the knight could not guard his mind against him forever (but it seemed that Siegfried had found other methods to protect himself much to Cervantes annoyance.).
But while he now possessed the very sword itself, the infernal blade refused to bend to his will as its current host had not relinquished ownership of it completely. Because of this, the demons of the blade continued to assimilate with the knight that had been their host for four long years granting him their limitless power to command, (though the fool seemed to have forgotten that and chose to fight against it instead) for it knew what Cervantes planned as it was part of him just as much as he was part of it.
This was Soul Edge's way of resisting him, its act of defiance and contemptible wrath against him. It was determined to win in this game that it had been playing for centuries behind the scenes of history.
It was trying to gather itself, collect its pieces and use Siegfried as the unifying factor instead of the sword Cervantes knew. And that was fine, for in the end the out come would still be the same. Siegfried would be drawn here (most preferably with all his little friends in tow) to this place where the sword rested to complete it.
And then Cervantes would have everything he needed to have full mastery over the Soul Edge. Then it would be time to expand his boundaries and Cervantes anticipated that day when he would cease to be the immortal pirate Cervantes De Leon and become wrath, absolute and merciless.
Cataract-white eyes opened then to all the darkness giving off a faint glow of their own. Blankly they stared ahead seeing nothing but sensing much more. He sat in the largest room of the nearly decimated castle, it seemed to have been a grand hall at one point, but through weather and time it no longer resembled such a place. The coldness seeped in like a sickness but he had long since stopped feeling such things and thus took little notice.
He knew he should begin to consider the many factors that have or will come into play in his grand scheme such as the phantom that was willingly assisting the Soul Edge. He knew of his intentions but not of his reasons, and could not find out anymore about him for he remained outside his range of perspective, only ever warning him of his presence with the gift of shards. He could prove to be a great ally or a great enemy, Cervantes didn't know.And then there was also the little matter of this 'Link' and his so called spirit sword to contend with. When Cervantes compared it to the power he was soon to wield it was nothing short than a minor nuisance that he could dispose of at his own digression.
Of all this he knew he should at least keep in mind, but for now he thought about the most appropriate way to greet his would be visitors, and in what manner he should go about relieving Sir Schtauffen of his great burden.
"Take your time Sir Schtauffen, I shall be here waiting for your glorious return.Let us make Soul Edge complete together."
Cervantes De Leon through his senses watched passively as the sleeping knight screamed in silent agony as the vile spirit of Soul Edge continued to assimilate with his body slowly. This had been going on for quite some time now but Cervantes never got tired of watching. Besides, it's not like he really had anything better to do at the moment, and watching the sheer anguish the knight suffered was pleasing to his ears, yes even millions of miles away, he could see the knight, hear him for the unholy powers of Soul Edge made it so.
His cries the pirate clearly heard, but to the world of the living Siegfried slept quiet and peaceful. A pity that the very friends that were trying so hard to save him were unknowingly watching his demise and that the very key to his salvation has only been before him all this time.
Bastard knight this is your curse! Even the gods have forsaken you! Cervantes chuckled deviously. For you, hope was destined never to be realized.
Cervantes could now see and understand why the Soul Edge yearned to possess this particular knight's body. The knight was young, reckless and stupid. He relied too heavily upon Soul Edge's power and failed to see when its spirit took over for his mania blinded him so.
So easily manipulated and harvested.
Siegfried was a fool to believe he could control the demon sword! In truth it was he Cervantes who was its true master! When the sword brought him back to life with its own shards, it thought it was being clever in creating another 'host' should anything happen to the first host. But in the past year, Cervantes found his body slowly adapting to its power, and its influence waning as his mind dominated! He soon hypothesized that given enough time; each shard he assimilated with would give him more power and resistance to the Soul Edge's influence.
He had been correct and he soon found that the Soul Edge had little to no control over him, but he in turn was given its powers, its abilities, it raised his consciousness to higher levels that mere humans could not understand.
For the last few months he had been testing his awareness with every new shard he came across.and he had been able to see through human eyes, Siegfried's eyes when he wished. Cervantes could only imagine that it was because of the demonic ties they both shared with the Soul Edge. He had even decided to flex his control over the knight's body to see how much effort it took but was barred fiercely by the knight's own mind. This however did not discourage the pirate as he knew the knight could not guard his mind against him forever (but it seemed that Siegfried had found other methods to protect himself much to Cervantes annoyance.).
But while he now possessed the very sword itself, the infernal blade refused to bend to his will as its current host had not relinquished ownership of it completely. Because of this, the demons of the blade continued to assimilate with the knight that had been their host for four long years granting him their limitless power to command, (though the fool seemed to have forgotten that and chose to fight against it instead) for it knew what Cervantes planned as it was part of him just as much as he was part of it.
This was Soul Edge's way of resisting him, its act of defiance and contemptible wrath against him. It was determined to win in this game that it had been playing for centuries behind the scenes of history.
It was trying to gather itself, collect its pieces and use Siegfried as the unifying factor instead of the sword Cervantes knew. And that was fine, for in the end the out come would still be the same. Siegfried would be drawn here (most preferably with all his little friends in tow) to this place where the sword rested to complete it.
And then Cervantes would have everything he needed to have full mastery over the Soul Edge. Then it would be time to expand his boundaries and Cervantes anticipated that day when he would cease to be the immortal pirate Cervantes De Leon and become wrath, absolute and merciless.
Cataract-white eyes opened then to all the darkness giving off a faint glow of their own. Blankly they stared ahead seeing nothing but sensing much more. He sat in the largest room of the nearly decimated castle, it seemed to have been a grand hall at one point, but through weather and time it no longer resembled such a place. The coldness seeped in like a sickness but he had long since stopped feeling such things and thus took little notice.
He knew he should begin to consider the many factors that have or will come into play in his grand scheme such as the phantom that was willingly assisting the Soul Edge. He knew of his intentions but not of his reasons, and could not find out anymore about him for he remained outside his range of perspective, only ever warning him of his presence with the gift of shards. He could prove to be a great ally or a great enemy, Cervantes didn't know.And then there was also the little matter of this 'Link' and his so called spirit sword to contend with. When Cervantes compared it to the power he was soon to wield it was nothing short than a minor nuisance that he could dispose of at his own digression.
Of all this he knew he should at least keep in mind, but for now he thought about the most appropriate way to greet his would be visitors, and in what manner he should go about relieving Sir Schtauffen of his great burden.
"Take your time Sir Schtauffen, I shall be here waiting for your glorious return.Let us make Soul Edge complete together."