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of my one eyes 0_?.
Chapter 6 : A Glimpse into Darkness
"Yes Luciler, what is it?" a deformed man asked bored from his throne.
"Milord, upon your humble and gracious request, I have brought the girl's sketch in as well as the orders for the giant." The man presented a small booklet and a piece of rolled up parchment that one of Raphael's servants took.
"Very good Luciler, very well done. I'm surprised you found them, who would have known Edgemaster is in on our little fun." Raphael stood and clapped his hands slowly while walking towards Luciler.
"Milord, the request I made . . . will it be fulfilled?" the shady man asked in a snide voice.
"Yes Luciler, of course. . ." Raphael sat back down on his throne and made a very subtle movement with his arm. To those trained in the art of backstabbing, this body language was a signal, no doubt. Sure enough, a crossbow bolt slammed into the back of Luciler's skull, the tip protruding from the front of his skull, killing the unsuspecting man instantly and pouring his blood onto the marble floor.
"Your request, Luciler, was foolish. Me, giving a mere mortal a scrap of my realm for such a miniscule chance? I think not. All you humans are alike, little rodents running around MY world. MINE. The world that I keep safe for Anna. Oh my beloved Anna!" Raphael rambled on, talking to the corpse of his former agent. The demon didn't notice another one of his agents slip in. The tall, lanky man was hardly distinguishable as he appeared to be a mere shadow cast off from the torchlight.
"My lord. . . when you're done rambling?" the man said in a low, malevolent voice.
"WHAT is it Rajeid?" Raphael snapped at his top infiltrator. The man stood in a half bow while reporting.
"My lord, I have convinced the Brotherhood of Dark Eyes to join us. That adds fifty more spies and assassins to our rosters. If you wish, I can have them head off on missions right away to take out the 'pests' as you say, my lord. I have also assassinated one of the Dukes as ordered" As he finished speaking, the lanky man stood back up and removed his hood. His face was wrinkled and his head was bald. He looked like an old man, if you got past the fact that he had an emerald imbedded into his forehead as a third eye.
"No, that's not necessary right now Rajeid, right now. I have a special mission for you, one that requires your . . . expertise and perfection." Raphael returned to his seat, stepping on the corpse of Luciler on his way. "Right now I could care less about more agents, I need more men on patrols around the more rebellious areas, and I do believe that the mercenaries that want to join the legions aren't going to do that quite as efficiently as my 'soldiers'. We could call for a roundup from nearby villages and corral them all here for corruption, or we could bring it to them, wiping out their villages . . . it's either let them offspring and offer, or kill them all."
"What ever your wish is, my lord, I will convey the orders." Rajeid bowed again.
"Lets kill them all!" Raphael shouted, malice in his voice, "No one from the villages should live, take the best of my little zombies, harvest the souls, turn there corpses into my newest minions! OH, and Rajeid, go along with stage three will you?" Raphael laughed cruelly as his agent left to convey the orders to the head commanders.
"All for you beloved Anna, all for you! The world is a safer place! No more mongrels running around, squabbling over there petty differences! I have united the entire world under me! I have the most powerful weapon known. I have cast the world into darkness, making all who oppose me cower in fear! I have everything, and it's all for you. . . Anna, my daughter!"
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Iatiak awoke in a small hut. He was in a small, hard bed that had little comfort. He tried to prop himself up on his elbow but fell back in pain. He had blacked out again, as far as he could tell, and this time something bad happened. With the little light he inspected himself as much as possible. His chest had a bandage, and his left arm had a sling, and he couldn't feel his left leg, either.
"Better sit tight there." A young woman's voice came a dark corner.
"Who are you?" Iatiak asked feebly.
"My name is Seung Mina, and judging by your gi-"the young woman came from the shadows holding his now clean gi, "- I'd say you're from Kilik's dojo." Iataik merely nodded, the pain from his wounds were coming back. The woman put his gi down on the edge of the bed and took a seat near by. In Iataik's mind, he remembered all the stories from his former master, Kilik, about his travels, and also his description of the woman he now faced, Seung Mina. She appeared as he described her, tall, flowing brown hair, a succulent body . . . well, Kilik didn't exactly say that, but from the way he had described her, and the way he acted when he did, Iataik could tell that Kilik didn't just think Seung Mina was an ordinary girl.
"Hello? You awake there?" the girl asked with some concern.
"Sorry, I was . . . thinking." Iataik trailed off again, slowly piecing everything together.
"Do you know Kilik?" The girl prodded.
"Yes, he was my master." Iataik said and rubbed his now hurting forehead. Now he was getting a headache. He quit trying to think of which parts hurt and tried to figure out which parts of his body DIDN'T hurt. Seung Mina's expression lightened a bit towards him.
"Any news of Kilik? Is he okay?" She seemed hopeful, and Iataik didn't want to crush the young woman's heart, but answered anyway.
"Master Kilik died. He was fighting that monster, and he lost . . ." He scanned the woman's face for some emotions, but saw none. It was like a steel mask, unreadable. Seung Mina stood up and left the hut, but Iataik could hear her crying softly through the whicker walls.
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Seigfried strode along the lit path. Every now and then, travelers would steal a glance at the blonde man hauling his massive weapon on his shoulder. The path he was on was known as the Pilgrimage Road, since mostly everyone used it. It was one of the few highways left that people actually traversed. Armed caravans and lone mercenaries often wandered along it, going from city to city looking for trade or work. He felt a strong presence emanating from a town along the road and followed the feeling. It was a quiet little town, much like all the others. Mostly everyone stayed indoors for fear of demons that roamed the night. The few people around the town were mercenaries and small town watch patrols that wouldn't stand a chance against a full blown demon. AS Seigfried got closer to where the source was emanating from, the yellow shard in his bag started to glow, and at this point, it was shining so bright, the light could be seen from inside the satchel. Seigfried took it out from it's wrappings to examine it. The shard pulsed in his hands, and seemed to try and leap towards the building in front of him, the town inn. A few of the mercenaries took a look at Seigfried and his newfound light-source, judging him in their minds and assessing that he wasn't worth picking a fight with. One person that noticed him, however, did not judge or measure him up. It was a young blond woman, who seemed vaguely familiar to Seigfried. Then it struck him, it was one of the girls from his flashbacks, Cassandra. The girl was sitting on a bench in front of the inn, and Seigfried approached her.
"Cassandra Alexandria?" Seigfried asked softly, trying to seem too awkward.
"Seigfried, Seigfried Scheuffen? Is it you?" she asked softly, her eyes red and puffy. Seigfried merely nodded and put his weapon and bags down.
"We looked for you, Seigfried, after you left. Sophie was worried about you. We looked for a year and gave up to come back home. At the shrine when we got back, there was this-" she held up a small, yellow, pulsing shard like Seigfried's, "-on the shrine. The prophets said it was a bad omen from Hephaestus." She fiddle with the shard between her fingers, "That's when everything went dark, Seigfried, the day after we got back. Sophie fell ill that day as well." Seigfried tried to sit on the bench, but his armor hindered him so he just leaned against the Inn's wall.
"Athens was burned to the ground" Cass said quietly, "Rotheon tried to save as many people as he could, but he died in the fires, as well as most the children. Sophie hasn't been the same since. We're the last of our family." Cass was reduced to whispering, trying to sob in front of Seigfried.
"Cassandra, where is your sister?" Seigfried asked softly, not wanting to stir up any crying from the young woman. Cassandra pointed out the Inn that they were staying at.
"Room 12, no need for a key. Just try and be gentle with what you say." Cass walked off, wiping small tears from her eyes as she reminisced.
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Takaishi lay sleeping on the ground next to the burnt out fire pit. Barely any light seeped through the tent he gave to Xianghua after hers had completely ripped open. He tossed and turned a bit on the ground before finding a comfortable spot and started to doze off again. Xianghua sat in the cramped tent, overlooking a small map in the lantern light. She had been slowly mapping their positions over the journey and they were approaching the Pilgrimage Highway. From the Highway, they would go northwest into Russia and then head west from there. They had to get to Spain, but that was a long ways away, most likely months or a year to get there. It was either that, or head to the proclaimed "Tower of Heroes" and see if there are mounts there, even though horses became a rarity since the great darkness spread. What puzzled Xianghua was that they hadn't encountered a demon yet, despite that they were moving off path at a relatively slow pace. Most of the lesser demons that spawned from the darkness prey off of off-road travelers. Suddenly, this reminded Xianghua that it was safer with a fire than with a lantern, and they were burning the last of their oil up. She crawled out of the tent and almost over Takaishi if she hadn't run into him head first when exiting the tent. Takaishi continued to sleep even though Xianghua practically head-butted his spine. He let out a small grunt and rolled over onto his other side, mumbling in his sleep. Xianghua finished getting out of the tent and just sat in the darkness a moment, looking into the fire-pit with its glowing embers.
"Some day I'm just going to sit down and reflect on everything." She whispered to herself, "Sometimes, this just too overwhelming. It's not the darkness, it's just this feeling of dread and emptiness day in and out, if I can even call it a day." She threw some nearby wood and oil that Takaishi left out into the pit and watched as the logs caught fire. She sat, content on hearing the fires crackling call and the flame's graceful dance across each un-burnt log. Sometimes, she wishes that she was just a normal girl, not the expert swordswoman she was. She wished that she never happened across the Soul Calibur, or the Soul Edge. It was that inner darkness, that festering blackness of doubt. As she sat, watching and reflecting upon the fire, the blackness grew, and doubt flowed through her mind. Xianghua took a fleeting glance at Takaishi, illuminated by the fire's glow. The small, comfortable smile on his face made Xianghua feel something fuzzy inside. She couldn't explain it at all. The darkness in her mind crept back to its festering wound, and doubt diminished. As long as she stayed with Takaishi, Xianghua wouldn't doubt her life, her skill, or her emotions again.
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A lanky shadow slipped along the castle walls, scaling it slowly. No torches gave the shadowy stalker away as it climbed. It reached the top of the wall and slit two guard's throats and silently stole the keys to the guardhouse after disposing of the bodies. The shadow unlocked the guardhouse door, and then tied up the keys with twine so that they wouldn't make a sound before slipping into the doorway. Another guard died with a slit throat, not a scream was uttered. With the body stuffed into a large bag and slung into a dark corner, the shadow descended the stairwell into the castle courtyard. The usual guard patrol rounded the corner as timed, and found a throwing dagger in his throat. Quick as lightning the shadow bound the guard's mouth as he screamed and pulled out a small twine rope with a small hook on it from its small shoulder bag. Silently whirling the grappling hook the shadowed man moved to a position near a balcony. The grappling hook latched perfectly onto the balcony rail and the shadow scaled the wall once more. The shadow climbed into the room and found the noble sound asleep. Again, not a scream of death and agony was uttered as the noble died with a swift stab to the Adam's apple. The shadow pried open the noble's hands that were caught in a death grip on a small book. It was a dirty, beaten book, but an important one, none the less, and the shadowy figure stuffed it away, and then jumped out the balcony, scaling the outer wall before disappearing into the black.
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"Damn it!" Lord James slammed his fist down on the wooden table.
"Calm down James, this is a matter that requires a calm mind." Edgemaster said to the infuriated nobleman.
"Dammit! We lost the scripts as well as Lord Arc. We lost the SCRIPTS, it's over, this whole world is doomed." James threw himself into a chair and let out a long depressed sigh. "We don't even know who took the scripts. We need to find them, we need that information."
"I know." Said the Edgemaster calmly. "And it is quite obvious who took them. Raphael has sent an agent to do this work. The script is most likely in his fortress."
"That's exactly the point, how are we going to get it back?"
"Not 'we' James, them." Edgemaster pointed to the soul shards on the table. Certain shards had yellow dots shinning from the inside.
"I can easily manipulate a few of them, but three of them won't be as easy to control, namely these-"Edgemaster separated three of the shards from the others. Two had one dot each glowing, the other had two. The two one-doted shards were partly fused together at the tip, showing some from of binding between them, "-This one, I know this is the former demon, and this fused one, the brighter one on the left, I know that is the Chinese woman, but I am sad to say I don't know of this third one that's fused to the woman's. This third one . . . it's different than the others. Whomever it is, they have some sort of strong ties to each other"
"Edgemaster, I mean no disrespect, but HOW are we getting the scripts back, you can't just manipulate the last hope of the world to go charging into the hornet's nest. There's no way that any of them are strong enough to beat Raphael yet either. It's like that demon bastard has some unknown backing."
"I know James, there is some force backing Raphael, and it's not the Soul Edge, that is feeding off him. I have a bad feeling, but we must take our time and plan this out carefully. We can't afford anything less than perfect to topple Raphael." And with that, Edgemaster disappeared through the door, leaving the nobleman James to sit and stare at the soul shards.
"Hard to believe these people are our last hopes." James murmured before leaving the room. "It's hard to believe that we put everything on the line for so few people."
~End Chapter 6~
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A/N: I'm incorporating some new things. Some characters may seem OOC and if so, I'll try to fix it if it REALLY bugs people. Sorry if I haven't been revealing too much about anyone, but I need some more inspiration and ideas for the next chapter. Actually, I just need to figure out whom to put in the next chapter, I have the storyline down. So please help me pick from the current cast. (And this is also pretty much the pairings, but I have a few twists up my sleeve for more, avid readers) :Talim and William :Seung Mina and Iatiak :Takaishi and Xianghua :Seigfried and Sophitia :Raphael and his plots :More new debutes that have already been planned try to pick 3 plz, that is. . .if anyone is actually reading this part. . . and pardon my misspelling of Seigfried's last name, tonight was the deadline I promised a friend, I'll edit it.
Chapter 6 : A Glimpse into Darkness
"Yes Luciler, what is it?" a deformed man asked bored from his throne.
"Milord, upon your humble and gracious request, I have brought the girl's sketch in as well as the orders for the giant." The man presented a small booklet and a piece of rolled up parchment that one of Raphael's servants took.
"Very good Luciler, very well done. I'm surprised you found them, who would have known Edgemaster is in on our little fun." Raphael stood and clapped his hands slowly while walking towards Luciler.
"Milord, the request I made . . . will it be fulfilled?" the shady man asked in a snide voice.
"Yes Luciler, of course. . ." Raphael sat back down on his throne and made a very subtle movement with his arm. To those trained in the art of backstabbing, this body language was a signal, no doubt. Sure enough, a crossbow bolt slammed into the back of Luciler's skull, the tip protruding from the front of his skull, killing the unsuspecting man instantly and pouring his blood onto the marble floor.
"Your request, Luciler, was foolish. Me, giving a mere mortal a scrap of my realm for such a miniscule chance? I think not. All you humans are alike, little rodents running around MY world. MINE. The world that I keep safe for Anna. Oh my beloved Anna!" Raphael rambled on, talking to the corpse of his former agent. The demon didn't notice another one of his agents slip in. The tall, lanky man was hardly distinguishable as he appeared to be a mere shadow cast off from the torchlight.
"My lord. . . when you're done rambling?" the man said in a low, malevolent voice.
"WHAT is it Rajeid?" Raphael snapped at his top infiltrator. The man stood in a half bow while reporting.
"My lord, I have convinced the Brotherhood of Dark Eyes to join us. That adds fifty more spies and assassins to our rosters. If you wish, I can have them head off on missions right away to take out the 'pests' as you say, my lord. I have also assassinated one of the Dukes as ordered" As he finished speaking, the lanky man stood back up and removed his hood. His face was wrinkled and his head was bald. He looked like an old man, if you got past the fact that he had an emerald imbedded into his forehead as a third eye.
"No, that's not necessary right now Rajeid, right now. I have a special mission for you, one that requires your . . . expertise and perfection." Raphael returned to his seat, stepping on the corpse of Luciler on his way. "Right now I could care less about more agents, I need more men on patrols around the more rebellious areas, and I do believe that the mercenaries that want to join the legions aren't going to do that quite as efficiently as my 'soldiers'. We could call for a roundup from nearby villages and corral them all here for corruption, or we could bring it to them, wiping out their villages . . . it's either let them offspring and offer, or kill them all."
"What ever your wish is, my lord, I will convey the orders." Rajeid bowed again.
"Lets kill them all!" Raphael shouted, malice in his voice, "No one from the villages should live, take the best of my little zombies, harvest the souls, turn there corpses into my newest minions! OH, and Rajeid, go along with stage three will you?" Raphael laughed cruelly as his agent left to convey the orders to the head commanders.
"All for you beloved Anna, all for you! The world is a safer place! No more mongrels running around, squabbling over there petty differences! I have united the entire world under me! I have the most powerful weapon known. I have cast the world into darkness, making all who oppose me cower in fear! I have everything, and it's all for you. . . Anna, my daughter!"
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Iatiak awoke in a small hut. He was in a small, hard bed that had little comfort. He tried to prop himself up on his elbow but fell back in pain. He had blacked out again, as far as he could tell, and this time something bad happened. With the little light he inspected himself as much as possible. His chest had a bandage, and his left arm had a sling, and he couldn't feel his left leg, either.
"Better sit tight there." A young woman's voice came a dark corner.
"Who are you?" Iatiak asked feebly.
"My name is Seung Mina, and judging by your gi-"the young woman came from the shadows holding his now clean gi, "- I'd say you're from Kilik's dojo." Iataik merely nodded, the pain from his wounds were coming back. The woman put his gi down on the edge of the bed and took a seat near by. In Iataik's mind, he remembered all the stories from his former master, Kilik, about his travels, and also his description of the woman he now faced, Seung Mina. She appeared as he described her, tall, flowing brown hair, a succulent body . . . well, Kilik didn't exactly say that, but from the way he had described her, and the way he acted when he did, Iataik could tell that Kilik didn't just think Seung Mina was an ordinary girl.
"Hello? You awake there?" the girl asked with some concern.
"Sorry, I was . . . thinking." Iataik trailed off again, slowly piecing everything together.
"Do you know Kilik?" The girl prodded.
"Yes, he was my master." Iataik said and rubbed his now hurting forehead. Now he was getting a headache. He quit trying to think of which parts hurt and tried to figure out which parts of his body DIDN'T hurt. Seung Mina's expression lightened a bit towards him.
"Any news of Kilik? Is he okay?" She seemed hopeful, and Iataik didn't want to crush the young woman's heart, but answered anyway.
"Master Kilik died. He was fighting that monster, and he lost . . ." He scanned the woman's face for some emotions, but saw none. It was like a steel mask, unreadable. Seung Mina stood up and left the hut, but Iataik could hear her crying softly through the whicker walls.
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Seigfried strode along the lit path. Every now and then, travelers would steal a glance at the blonde man hauling his massive weapon on his shoulder. The path he was on was known as the Pilgrimage Road, since mostly everyone used it. It was one of the few highways left that people actually traversed. Armed caravans and lone mercenaries often wandered along it, going from city to city looking for trade or work. He felt a strong presence emanating from a town along the road and followed the feeling. It was a quiet little town, much like all the others. Mostly everyone stayed indoors for fear of demons that roamed the night. The few people around the town were mercenaries and small town watch patrols that wouldn't stand a chance against a full blown demon. AS Seigfried got closer to where the source was emanating from, the yellow shard in his bag started to glow, and at this point, it was shining so bright, the light could be seen from inside the satchel. Seigfried took it out from it's wrappings to examine it. The shard pulsed in his hands, and seemed to try and leap towards the building in front of him, the town inn. A few of the mercenaries took a look at Seigfried and his newfound light-source, judging him in their minds and assessing that he wasn't worth picking a fight with. One person that noticed him, however, did not judge or measure him up. It was a young blond woman, who seemed vaguely familiar to Seigfried. Then it struck him, it was one of the girls from his flashbacks, Cassandra. The girl was sitting on a bench in front of the inn, and Seigfried approached her.
"Cassandra Alexandria?" Seigfried asked softly, trying to seem too awkward.
"Seigfried, Seigfried Scheuffen? Is it you?" she asked softly, her eyes red and puffy. Seigfried merely nodded and put his weapon and bags down.
"We looked for you, Seigfried, after you left. Sophie was worried about you. We looked for a year and gave up to come back home. At the shrine when we got back, there was this-" she held up a small, yellow, pulsing shard like Seigfried's, "-on the shrine. The prophets said it was a bad omen from Hephaestus." She fiddle with the shard between her fingers, "That's when everything went dark, Seigfried, the day after we got back. Sophie fell ill that day as well." Seigfried tried to sit on the bench, but his armor hindered him so he just leaned against the Inn's wall.
"Athens was burned to the ground" Cass said quietly, "Rotheon tried to save as many people as he could, but he died in the fires, as well as most the children. Sophie hasn't been the same since. We're the last of our family." Cass was reduced to whispering, trying to sob in front of Seigfried.
"Cassandra, where is your sister?" Seigfried asked softly, not wanting to stir up any crying from the young woman. Cassandra pointed out the Inn that they were staying at.
"Room 12, no need for a key. Just try and be gentle with what you say." Cass walked off, wiping small tears from her eyes as she reminisced.
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Takaishi lay sleeping on the ground next to the burnt out fire pit. Barely any light seeped through the tent he gave to Xianghua after hers had completely ripped open. He tossed and turned a bit on the ground before finding a comfortable spot and started to doze off again. Xianghua sat in the cramped tent, overlooking a small map in the lantern light. She had been slowly mapping their positions over the journey and they were approaching the Pilgrimage Highway. From the Highway, they would go northwest into Russia and then head west from there. They had to get to Spain, but that was a long ways away, most likely months or a year to get there. It was either that, or head to the proclaimed "Tower of Heroes" and see if there are mounts there, even though horses became a rarity since the great darkness spread. What puzzled Xianghua was that they hadn't encountered a demon yet, despite that they were moving off path at a relatively slow pace. Most of the lesser demons that spawned from the darkness prey off of off-road travelers. Suddenly, this reminded Xianghua that it was safer with a fire than with a lantern, and they were burning the last of their oil up. She crawled out of the tent and almost over Takaishi if she hadn't run into him head first when exiting the tent. Takaishi continued to sleep even though Xianghua practically head-butted his spine. He let out a small grunt and rolled over onto his other side, mumbling in his sleep. Xianghua finished getting out of the tent and just sat in the darkness a moment, looking into the fire-pit with its glowing embers.
"Some day I'm just going to sit down and reflect on everything." She whispered to herself, "Sometimes, this just too overwhelming. It's not the darkness, it's just this feeling of dread and emptiness day in and out, if I can even call it a day." She threw some nearby wood and oil that Takaishi left out into the pit and watched as the logs caught fire. She sat, content on hearing the fires crackling call and the flame's graceful dance across each un-burnt log. Sometimes, she wishes that she was just a normal girl, not the expert swordswoman she was. She wished that she never happened across the Soul Calibur, or the Soul Edge. It was that inner darkness, that festering blackness of doubt. As she sat, watching and reflecting upon the fire, the blackness grew, and doubt flowed through her mind. Xianghua took a fleeting glance at Takaishi, illuminated by the fire's glow. The small, comfortable smile on his face made Xianghua feel something fuzzy inside. She couldn't explain it at all. The darkness in her mind crept back to its festering wound, and doubt diminished. As long as she stayed with Takaishi, Xianghua wouldn't doubt her life, her skill, or her emotions again.
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A lanky shadow slipped along the castle walls, scaling it slowly. No torches gave the shadowy stalker away as it climbed. It reached the top of the wall and slit two guard's throats and silently stole the keys to the guardhouse after disposing of the bodies. The shadow unlocked the guardhouse door, and then tied up the keys with twine so that they wouldn't make a sound before slipping into the doorway. Another guard died with a slit throat, not a scream was uttered. With the body stuffed into a large bag and slung into a dark corner, the shadow descended the stairwell into the castle courtyard. The usual guard patrol rounded the corner as timed, and found a throwing dagger in his throat. Quick as lightning the shadow bound the guard's mouth as he screamed and pulled out a small twine rope with a small hook on it from its small shoulder bag. Silently whirling the grappling hook the shadowed man moved to a position near a balcony. The grappling hook latched perfectly onto the balcony rail and the shadow scaled the wall once more. The shadow climbed into the room and found the noble sound asleep. Again, not a scream of death and agony was uttered as the noble died with a swift stab to the Adam's apple. The shadow pried open the noble's hands that were caught in a death grip on a small book. It was a dirty, beaten book, but an important one, none the less, and the shadowy figure stuffed it away, and then jumped out the balcony, scaling the outer wall before disappearing into the black.
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"Damn it!" Lord James slammed his fist down on the wooden table.
"Calm down James, this is a matter that requires a calm mind." Edgemaster said to the infuriated nobleman.
"Dammit! We lost the scripts as well as Lord Arc. We lost the SCRIPTS, it's over, this whole world is doomed." James threw himself into a chair and let out a long depressed sigh. "We don't even know who took the scripts. We need to find them, we need that information."
"I know." Said the Edgemaster calmly. "And it is quite obvious who took them. Raphael has sent an agent to do this work. The script is most likely in his fortress."
"That's exactly the point, how are we going to get it back?"
"Not 'we' James, them." Edgemaster pointed to the soul shards on the table. Certain shards had yellow dots shinning from the inside.
"I can easily manipulate a few of them, but three of them won't be as easy to control, namely these-"Edgemaster separated three of the shards from the others. Two had one dot each glowing, the other had two. The two one-doted shards were partly fused together at the tip, showing some from of binding between them, "-This one, I know this is the former demon, and this fused one, the brighter one on the left, I know that is the Chinese woman, but I am sad to say I don't know of this third one that's fused to the woman's. This third one . . . it's different than the others. Whomever it is, they have some sort of strong ties to each other"
"Edgemaster, I mean no disrespect, but HOW are we getting the scripts back, you can't just manipulate the last hope of the world to go charging into the hornet's nest. There's no way that any of them are strong enough to beat Raphael yet either. It's like that demon bastard has some unknown backing."
"I know James, there is some force backing Raphael, and it's not the Soul Edge, that is feeding off him. I have a bad feeling, but we must take our time and plan this out carefully. We can't afford anything less than perfect to topple Raphael." And with that, Edgemaster disappeared through the door, leaving the nobleman James to sit and stare at the soul shards.
"Hard to believe these people are our last hopes." James murmured before leaving the room. "It's hard to believe that we put everything on the line for so few people."
~End Chapter 6~
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A/N: I'm incorporating some new things. Some characters may seem OOC and if so, I'll try to fix it if it REALLY bugs people. Sorry if I haven't been revealing too much about anyone, but I need some more inspiration and ideas for the next chapter. Actually, I just need to figure out whom to put in the next chapter, I have the storyline down. So please help me pick from the current cast. (And this is also pretty much the pairings, but I have a few twists up my sleeve for more, avid readers) :Talim and William :Seung Mina and Iatiak :Takaishi and Xianghua :Seigfried and Sophitia :Raphael and his plots :More new debutes that have already been planned try to pick 3 plz, that is. . .if anyone is actually reading this part. . . and pardon my misspelling of Seigfried's last name, tonight was the deadline I promised a friend, I'll edit it.