...Chapter 5: Nightmares...
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Zasalamel walked through the very plain Siegfried was at before. He had his white hood up; even though it was hot, to cover him from the two suns. He had gotten use to the surrounding area already, but kept his scythe ready if anything attacked.
He could not find much around; he went east and eventually came upon some ruins. He wanted to learn the best he could about wherever he was, and this seemed a good place to start. He had failed in killing himself, freeing himself from this dreaded immortality; he may as well make the best of it.
As he climbed over rocks and stone, he wiped a sweat from his brow and his mind clouded with thoughts.
So...Siegfried succeeded. But from what I saw below on the balcony, after the death of that demon, Nightmare attacked him...was I right to revive the Azure Knight? That slash of Siegfried's wouldn't kill Nightmare...Nightmare is too much a part of death to die. And from what I saw, Siegfried has Soul Calibur hidden away in his armor. Why does he not use that power? What does he seek?
His thoughts were broken when he heard a death cry. He climbed to the top of a pile of ruins, and looked down below. A monster, no-a demon, was killing what he thought to be soldiers left and right, their carcasses landing on teh ground. He took a close look at the demon. It was almost six feet. It had reddish yellow eyes and a bizarre sword resembling Soul Edge. The thing that identified him the most was his dark blue armor, nearly black. There was no mistaking him. It was Nightmare!
While Nightmare was occupied on souls, Zasalamel made a foolish thought. I'll sneak up behind him, and then erase yet another of my mistakes of the past.
He ran towards the terror, scythe ready, keeping as quiet as he could. When he reached, Nightmare quickly turned around and held out the blade in a defensive position, and the scythe locked with the great sword, giving Zasalamel a second to inspect it. It was a strange color, and had an eye in the middle. It was obviously a lesser version of Soul Edge, created by souls Nightmare had consumed.
Zasalamel released the lock on the blade and rolled backwards, once again holding his scythe up to attack. Nightmare looked at him with his demonic eyes and spoke, the creature's mouth covered by the armor. "You revived me, pathetic fool. You will learn the error of your ways." Zasalamel laughed to himself, not aloud. "I am trying to fix my error."
The Azure Knight charged, and swung his sword up from the left with great force. It easily shattered part of the scythe; the blade of the weapon flew a few feet away. Zasalamel held up the grip of his weapon for a defensive, then threw it down and began running the other way. He picked up a steel sword from the carcass of a dead soldier and turned again to the terror. Probably not any better, but it had to do.
It proved better than expected, and Zasalamel parried a blow without it shattering, and stabbed the blade deep into the Azure Knight's chest. There was silence, and little droplets of black blood ran from the wound. The demon then simply laughed, picked up the immortal human by the neck, and flung him across the area, landing near the scythe head.
Nightmare laughed at ripped the blade out of his chest and threw it aside. Raising his 'Soul Edge' once more, he ran towards the defenseless Zasalamel. As he reached, he brought down his sword, but Zasalamel rolled out of the way, grabbed the scythe blade, ignoring how tore into his hand, staining his white gloves red, and through the pain, he thrust it at the Soul Edge-like weapon.
The tip of the scythe went through the eye and started to crumble. This weapon was too much a part of Nightmare, and he began screaming like it was his own body being destroyed. Zasalamel was too weak to move, and fell unconscious as the Azure Knight dropped the crumbling weapon, and stumbled off to retreat.
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A dark soul in the cosmos sighed. This was going to be harder than expected, but now he had them all in once place where he wanted, it would be easier than before. Luckily for the heartless being, Nightmare had not been killed. He still needed him. He just need to recollect and find out the true force of what he was reckoning with.
Who are these people? They killed my daughter...my own flesh and blood...Jenova...
He again let out a sigh. His wife was dead, and that did not matter. His daughter, Jenova, was a sorceress, but studied forbidden magic, and became less than human, a monster, a demon, and was exiled to space to die. Jenova, however, was caught in the gravity of a planet and her alien body's impact into the deep north of the planet, creating a creator and a wound in the planet that to this day is trying to be healed.
She was found by a young professor, infused with mako, the planet's life, and her alien cells were given to elite soldiers to make them juggernauts.
The calamity that came was horrible, however, when her fate and a woman named Luciera intertwined with some young people by the names of Zack, Vincent, and Cloud, and the one that struck fear into the planet after he learned the planet's own horrible past...
Sephiroth.