Disclaimer: I do not own soul caliber or even me, sad isn't it

Evil Always Wins: by Sephiroth-fan-forever

Vash: Ok I'm sooo tired of the baloney good guy always wins crap so I made this.

Sephiroth Clone: I would have won in reality because with 1 hp you cant lift a freaking huge sword like that.

Vash: Indeed!


Prolouge

A long time ago…. In the most holiest of places even…He was there…To destroy. He was Siegfried. But not the hero Siegfried, This one was corrupted by the soul edge. The soul edge is a sword that was made living by the countless lives it ended and the blood it soaked in. Now a new soul will wield it. But in ways unexpected…

"Darn it! Why is Ivy so fast!" Complained Michael as he once again lost. And its true Ivy was too fast as a cpu and too slow when the player used her. Michaels favorite character was nightmare, the corrupted version of Siegfried. Suddenly, Nightmare's face filled up the screen. "What the hell!" said Michael.

"I…Need more souls…But firstI need…A NEW BODY!" Nightmare said as his hand came out of the television and grabbed Michael's head, pulling him in not only the television, but also the world that is soul caliber!


Vash: This fic is a TON better than my first one, honestly if you read my first one you might blow up.

S.C.: Not that you wont if you read this one.

Vash: #Gets out rocket launcher and aims at S.C.# Care to reapeat that!

S.C.: meep ('o.o)