Disclaimer:I do not own any rights to anything in the Soul Calibur franchise. Characters in this fanfiction are owned by Namco, with the exception of my own creations.

Author's Note: I decided to do Tira's chapter next. Perhaps, the next one shall be Xianghua or Talim. Either one. And sorry if I haven't updated for a long while. Been busy with stuff, especially with games. My next update will probably come sooner than most.

Transcending history and the world,

a tale of souls and swords,

eternally retold..

Soul Calibur

Chronicles of the Soul

Chapter IV

The Misguided Angel of Death

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore. . ."

"The Raven," Edgar Allan Poe

Black feathers scattered through-out the sky like a blizzard of dark ice. Ah, the lovely ravens that surround me. My family, my only friends. Friends. . . Ha! Whatever. Who needs family or friends anyway? Raised as a merciless killer, this feeling of love and kindness never existed for me. As a child, I grew up knowing how it felt to drive a blade towards my victim's body! The feeling of blood splattering across my face. Ever since then, it became an important part of my life, a stimulating and most pleasurable feeling that surged through my veins. .

Looking back at the past, I remembered that day. The day I had finally escaped the talon of the Bird of Passage. We were assigned on an assassination mission. I remembered this event because the sky felt strange. So peaceful yet a malevolent aura flew with the winds. And then, it happened. Rain. Black droplets of water began to pour from above and as I stood there looking, my companions dropped before my eyes, one by one as they became consumed by the mysterious black water.

What's going on? What the hell is happening?

I remember yelling. I was panicking as the rain continued to beat down upon us. I too began feeling the vibrating feeling of evil running through my entire body, a thousand needles piercing every part of me, each with a force so strong that it felt as if I was being impaled with large swords.

I was laying there on the ground motionless. The rain continued on and kept its onslaught of pain against all of us. Finally, my pain stopped. I was finally going to die. The pain would end there.

Death. .

Out of the dark depths of my thoughts, I found myself screaming 'til no end. As I opened my eyes, I looked around me to see a different place. By that time, the memory of my other comrades, the Bird of Passage, and the pain I felt during that black rain, became a faded memory.

I was taken in by a loving family in a nearby town near the forest where they found me and my other comrades, whom I presume dead by that time. I despised them. However, I had a slight sense of gratitude for them for saving my life. For a while, I gave in to their kindness and became a part of their family. I was a false entity being kept inside the kind embrace of people I hated.

Hate. .

"Tira!" her voice sounded terrible. It was like listening to a shriek of a banshee, "How could you free Kamin's bird!" she scolded.

I was being scolded for giving a living thing it's freedom. To give a bird it's ability to spread it's wings again. I wasn't sure why I did it, but I thought it would be a kind thing to do. Apparently, it was not.

HATE. .

They were laying there on the floor, my hands gripped by the red liquid I adored the most. I knew I couldn't live without this pleasure. I had a happy smile on my face. The aroma of fresh blood. Human blood. I was back to myself again.

"Thank you for releasing that trigger, 'mum'." A sinister grin appeared on my face.

Farewell. .and good riddance. .

Ha. Pathetic. I can't believe I let myself be taken in by such weak people. But at least they gave me the pleasure I've been dying for! It was amazing. Their blood splattered across my body. It was like bathing in pure heavenly water.

Red water. .

When I had left that disgusting village, I began my killing spree to feed my hunger for blood. To give myself the ultimate happiness I can only get through means of murderous intent.

Murderous intent. .

As time passed, little by little, my mind began to change. Changing me into this little devil I am now. I couldn't control my feelings anymore. The slightest thing would bring me to sadness and anger yet, another thing would bring me to instant joy and happiness. The swinging pendulum of time swings in unison with the swinging blade of my mood.

But then, I became more confused.

Confusion. . AHHH!

I couldn't take myself anymore. These surge of emotions are tearing me apart. Why? Why? What the hell am I? HA HA HA.

Smile. .

Then rumors began to spread. Rumors about an azure knight who commited mass murder. Mass genocide of living things. Finally, someone I can relate to! Maybe this knight can help me with my troubles. I began searching for him. Asking anyone who knew of his whereabouts.

Failure. . SADNESS. .

But while I was gathering information, a man had told me that the azure knight had disappeared. NO! He couldn't have disappeared. I needed him. I NEEDED HIM!

Smile. . JOY. .

Rumors spread yet again about his reapparance. Finally, I had this chance to meet him once more. I will not let him get away from me again! I followed clues to his current position, following the trail of murder, the trail of blood, the scent of his malicious aura. Then, there he was. A demon masked within the heavy armor of azure blue. It was him.

Smile. . EXCITEMENT. .

"Finally, I've found you," I smiled and bowed before him, "Someone whom I can give myself entirely to. . ."

He had given me the pleasure of being a servant for him and his powerful Soul Edge. I was given two simple tasks. One was to find the knight known as Siegfried and take from him the Soul Embrace, the two blades that were fused together by Soul Calibur, the spirit sword.

Destroy. .

I was to destroy that sword and release the power of the true Soul Edge. But it's no easy task. That bastard's moving around like a hideous mole, lurking underground and hiding from my blade. It's making me angry!

Anger. .

My second mission is to find a suitable host for Soul Edge. A vessel to hold the blade's sinister power. Seems like an easy task. Quite fun too. It'd be giving my master what he desires and it'd be giving me the pleasure I love.

Pleasure. .

With my flock of ravens, I set across this land and look far and wide. Angels above and demons below. Watch my every move. The Misuided Angel of Death shall tear through this land apart. Piece..by piece.

Smile.

Tee-hee.