Prologue:
He stood up, and walked over to a strange sword that lay embedded into the ruined floor of the cathedral. His silver armor shined heavily within the fiery chasm in which he stood. A large sword, slung over his back, shined like a dozen sapphires in the light. The sword was the Spirit Sword, Soul Calibur, and he was Siegfried, the man who had committed terrible sins in the name of the cursed sword, Soul Edge. He had vowed that he would destroy the cursed sword, and here he stood. With Soul Calibur in hand, he was prepared to fulfill his vow.
Siegfried, stepped forward, and looked down at Soul Edge. The sword mearly stared back at him. Upon making eye contact with it, he felt his right arm began to tremble. He looked down at his trembling hand. He blinked, and it changed. It looked as if it resumed the demonic shape it once was, but it returned to normal almost instantly. At this, Siegfried's head began to ach. The familiar buzzing of being driven out of his mind returned to him. He turned, and saw the familiar shape of the Azure Knight, Nightmare, limping to him from behind.
"Siegfried," it called out weakly, stretching out his own demonic right arm. "You will never escape your sin." Siegfried turned, and there was another Nightmare at his right side. "You don't have the right to live." This one said. Siegfried turned again, and saw a third Nightmare on his left. "It is a Sin for you to be alive."
The familiar buzzing in his head increased as the three nightmares approached him. Siegfried struggled to stay balanced, but collapsed to his knees. He used his Soul Calibur to help keep him from collapsing to the ground. Then a fourth Nightmare appeared behind him, wielding the cursed sword in his hand. This new Nightmare raised the sword to strike down upon the weakened Siegfried. .
Siegfried's eyes snapped open, and with one mighty strike, and cut down all four of the Nightmares with the Soul Calibur. Soul Edge, upon being struck by Soul Calibur, was shattered into many pieces that scattered into the winds.
Siegfried stood up, and looked down at his right hand again. The words Nightmare had spoken echoed in his mind. "You don't have the right to life."
Siegfried closed his hand, and looked up into the heavens. "It doesn't matter." He said. "I will live on." His voice was stern, as if making a vow to the gods themselves. "To live, that is my redemption." Siegfried shouldered the Soul Calibur, and left the ruined cathedral.
