The darkness is comforting, no?
It is.
Tell me, why did you kill my friends?
Friends?
The two you slaughtered so irrationally.
The woman tried to stop me from staying there.
She had every right to.
I go where I want.
Not in this forest.
It makes no difference where I am. No one can stop me.
No? Consider what you just said when you wake up…
Where am I?
Don't concern yourself.
Tell me where I am!
No.
Why?
Because you need to pay attention to some things…
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Tira's mind was filled with images. Horrible images of slaughter and war. She turned to the right, there were soldiers lying dead, each of them injured by something massive. Scorch marks ran over their armor as well as the slashes.
Look at the horizon…
She did. And what she saw was demonic..Unreal. Atop the hill stood a flaming beast, spikes jutting out of its back and horns protruding from its skull. Its chest was covered in a shell of some kind, with a flow of something issuing from the cracks lining the bone breast-plate.
This is your master before he found the one you call Siegfried. Long before, actually. This creature was borne off the Soul Edge. The same that Nightmare carries, though what he now holds is broken and crippled. A mere shadow of itself. Siegfried carries what is remaining of Soul Edge, as well as Soul Calibur.
What is Soul Calibur?
The exact opposite of Soul Edge. The foul blade is an unflinching source of evil. Soul Calibur can never be touched by evil. Long, long ago, my people found Soul Calibur on the opposite side of the world from where Soul Edge's origins were said to be held. For centuries, the Soul Edge had passed in and out of the dealings in history, and for centuries, a chronological plague of evil was spread.
The finding of Soul Calibur was a blessing for my people, for it was the only thing that could stand against the evil blade at the time… Many of our warriors had fallen to the Entity that existed in Soul Edge, your Nightmare, though it wasn't calling itself that at the time. It was Inferno then. Hundreds of wars had been thrown up against it, and hundreds were swept away with minimal effort.
Soul Calibur was our first weapon against it.
Upon the battlefield, the demon suddenly turned, and looked to a harsh light shining from the western edge of the battlefield. A man stood there, dressed not unlike Pariel did, though this man was fairly aged. In his right hand, he heald a magnificent shield, guilded in gold and silver. In the left, was Soul Calibur, the blade shining brightly. Turning to face the man, Inferno raised Soul Edge. It was much different than the one Nightmare carried. This one was complete.
Soul Edge was absolutely massive. Jagged curves edged all the way up it, and pulsations pumped all over it, the bone-like blade stained with blood. A great red eye glared out at all in its vision. Twitching madly about.
Inferno gave a raging shriek, and pointed the evil blade at the man holding Soul Calibur. He raised sword and shield, ready to fight. Inferno charged, reducing the distance in mere seconds, twisting the sword about angrily, lunging towards the man. They clashed, and a battle began anew there on the ravaged land, its surface now shaking with the colossal might of their blows. It continued for an eternity of ear piercing shrieks of metal against bone.
This was the first encounter of Soul Edge and Soul Calibur. Soul Edge raged against the bane of evil, and fell with a saving strike made by Artimell, our strongest in that age. When it was cast down by the pure, raw energy of Soul Calibur, Soul Edge shrank away into the shadows, reducing itself to the simple form of Soul Edge today, waiting for unsuspecting hands to take it.
I do not know how the knight called Siegfried came to have it, but I am glad that he has been released from its savage hold. But unfortunately, he still carries it with him. Perhaps he seeks to destroy it. If so, he is a fool. That blade is a source of pure evil, as Soul Calibur is a source of pure good. Balance must be eternal, so the blade must remain.
Thinking of Soul Edge's presence of mind, I find it disturbing that Soul Calibur has not yet taken its own state of mind. It would be most helpful if it could take a shape as Soul Edge has done countless times… Perhaps the dealings that fool, Arckile, had something to do with it. He was supposed to protect the blade from all who would try to corrupt its power, but he lost it while trying to use it for his own purposes. He was cast down from the Order of the Ancients, as you humans today call it.
He resides now as a cursed imbecile, unable to die due to his spell of reincarnation.
Why do you tell me all this?
So you can know what your chosen master is.
It doesn't matter what he is, I am his to command. He's the only one I've ever found who is like me.
Try not to amuse me girl, I have no patience today. He is absolutely nothing like you. Unlike you, he can never stop his thirst for death. He was born from Soul Edge for one purpose. To serve as a harbinger to those who wish for peace, and good through the world. You are broken, twisted, bent to the mind you are in now by the Assassins that raised you.
Whatever you say, I cannot change.
Oh you can change, little one. Let me show you what you could have had if you wanted to change…
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