Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Calibur or any of its characters, nor am I
making profit from them.
A/N: Nor am I trying to picture maybe a story for SC III cough
coughcrazymecough. Once again I am writing this near midnight, have a
midterm tomorrow AND an English essay due the day after, I am weird.
"When the days got you down, remember that monkey is there for you"
oOOo
-Summary (Extended): A dark shadow has been cast over the Earth. The sun is gone, cast away by a black veil that covers the Earth. Humanity struggles, slowly and fuitily trying to band together, if not out of fear of what lurks in the dark, but out of necessity. Demons roam freely, preying on those brave and foolish enough to try and travel between cities and towns. Mercenaries, soldiers, anyone willing to fight are in high demand. It is only a matter of time though, before the darkness swallows the hearts of the most hopeful, and crush the last pieces of humanity. All beacuse of one sword, and a madman willing to sacrifice the world for his own deluded self. Only those who had hunted the spirit swords before knew of what was transpiring, and only they could ever put a stop to it.
This fic's gonna have some OOCness in some characters, as well as created characters. I can't give away any pairings as of now though.Soul Calibur: A New Page in the Book
Chapter 1: World of Darkness
The world was cast into darkness. The demon blade Soul Edge had gathered into full strength thanks to its new wielder Raphael. NO blade could match the Soul Edge, even the mightiest sword, the Soul Calibur, succumbed to its dark force and began to grow an evil aura. No longer could anyone distinguish day from night, there was always dark clouds looming overhead to block out the sunlight. The only light came from lanterns and candles. A village was easily distinguishable by the tons of light coming from them. Many community's kept lanterns outside of each building to light the paths, and kept these burning at all times, yet this did stop the fear. Everyone in the world lived in fear. They were afraid of the hell legions that the Soul Edge had spawned. At the head of the Legion stood Raphael. No longer was he a human man, but now he was a twisted, mutated demon much like what was once Nightmare. His eyes where a menacing red glow from the pits of his skull. Each Legion stood six feet tall and their skin was a twisted, mutated flesh under their heavy plate armor that bore the symbol of Raphael. Their eyes glowed with a bloodlust beneath the black helms they wore. Each legion was connected directly to the Soul Edge as a fragment of its dark energy, allowing them to transfer the souls from their victims to the demonic sword and its owner. All around the world these legions marched and it seemed that the world and its inhabitants were doomed to live under the constant fear of Raphael attacking their town or village.
OI
Out in the far reaches of Korea stood a dojo. It was heavily fortified with ramparts and towers. It stood around truly formidable terrain of rough mountain landscape. This is where one of the few resistance factions took their final stand.
OI
Kilik stood on the west rampart in silence. Many of his students were doing well in their intense training, but the time they had was growing thin. Many agents from other factions reported to him that the enemy was drawing closer and loser to their fortified position. Roughly 400 legions marching towards their position. He had 250 students, and very few of them had completed their full training. Those that had helped speed the lessons for the others. One of his best students, Iataik, was preparing himself for the coming battle; he was just as aware as Kilik. Kilik sighed and headed for the dojo. He strode down the center of the large dojo observing his students. The youngest accepted into his dojo where fourteen. He took one last longing glace at his students hard at work. In the coming day, he might never see some of them again. He retreated to his bedroom so he could meditate on the matter.
OI
Iataik stood silently and focused. He held a long spear in both hands
intently focused on it. The spear was pointed at a large block of marble.
Many students gathered around to observe him and his example of how to
express the soul through their weapons. Soon, Iataik's spear cackled with
an unknown energy. Many students stood in awe as only those that completed
their training could perform such a feat. Before anyone could blink, the
marble block burst into thousands of shattered pieces. Iataik's spear had
shattered the marble completely with one powerful thrust. He relaxed and
stood in his usual combat stance.
"One student at a time must face me, if you can get me into a life
threatening move (ex. Getting a spear point in front of his face but
stopping the thrust, sorry it's a tad bit unclear there) you pass the first
exam, you can then learn the soul charge from Master Kilik. Be warned, I
shall not go easy on you just because you are my peers." He smirked and
grabbed a new weapon; he did not want to unintentionally skewer a student
on his spear.
One after another each student was sent back towards the main dojo with
bruises from the constant assault from Iatiak's staff. After the last
student was sent out with a large welt on his arm and leg Iatiak plopped
onto the ground and sighed. Those he just tested were the next batch of
skilled students, but none of them had managed to pass. He looked out the
window and saw that the usual black clouds were even darker.
"Bad omen." He whispered to himself. A storm was brewing from the
west, no doubt following the legions of Raphael. Iataik picked himself up
and replaced the staff he was using from his spear then marched silently to
his room.
OI
Three days had passed since the last agent came bearing the bad news. None of the other factions could reach the dojo in the time that the legions were marching at. Those at the Hia Chin dojo were on their own.
OI
'They had purposely double timed their march to prevent any support.' Kilik
though to himself. He sat at his desk planning some sort of strategy for
the coming fight. From what the agent's information had gotten him wasn't
much. The enemy numbers where about 500 now, two thirds were equipped with
pole arms, the other third were archers.
'Not good odds, not good' Kilik shook his head. No one in the dojo
had ranged combat experience, that's why he had called for some sort of
support. It was to late to flee the dojo. The enemy was to arrive the next
day. Kilik glanced outside the window. It was raining hard, there was bound
to be lightning and thunder. These did not bode well, it would make combat
on the ramparts and elevated courtyard very slippery and dangerous. His
four graduate students would each take control of one rampart and he would
lead those in the courtyard. They would hold the courtyard until those on
the ramparts retreat to the main building, then escape through the tunnel
network under the dojo. A simple plan rather, but it just may work if the
students stay focused and fight hard.
OI
Hundreds of feet fell in unison. At the head of the army stood the dark, twisted from of their master and leader. In his seemingly normal hand he gripped a large, jagged rapier that could only be the Soul Edge. The other hand was a razor sharp, deformed claw that could easily rend human flesh. He called a halt. From the top of the mountain pass the legions could see the faint flickering of hundred of candle lights from the inside of a castle and on the ramparts. Many of t he legions howled. It was a bloodcurdling howl that could easily deafen as well as frighten. Raphael stood at the head of his demonic army and spoke one word. . .
OI
"Kill"
. . .Then the legions charged. . .
End Chapter 1 A/N Hey, R&R but try not to all out flame plz, my writing has defiantly gotten better. I got chapter 2 almost ready to go, I just need to revise it a little and it'll be posted by tomorrow. Finally a story that I might actually finish. . . I'm getting tons of ideas for what might possibly a good plot for SC III. This story is based off Raphael's arcade ending. is #$&ing around with my format so everythings all messed up. I'm givin up and just leaving it as it is, I can't figure out how to do a good line separator without the damn thing getting all stupid on me