Author's note: This probably makes a lot more sense after you've read the alternate ending.

Pyrrha was in the pantheon praying before the statue of Athena when they came for her. Staring down toward Pyrrha's kneeling form, Tira and Talim shared the obvious symptoms of those afflicted with the curse of Soul Edge. They had identical devious smirks on their faces and the same demonic aura in their eyes. Neither of them looked a day older than Pyrrha despite both being twice her age. Eternal youth was the reward for being loyal to Soul Edge, as that is what he craved for the most. There was no better thrill than ruining a young woman's innocence.

Tira tilted her head thoughtfully as she studied her target.

"You're just the type the master is looking for, Pyrrha. He'll be proud of us when we get you to join his side."

Pyrrha's eyes widened with fright. She was a pacifist in heart, always preferring not to fight, and she tried to hide the fact her sword arm was shaking as she gazed back toward her uninvited guests. Despite her reservations, she knew exactly what she was facing.

"Why would I ever do something so horrible?"

Talim playfully turned toward her partner in response.

"Let's show her."

Tira narrowed her eyes toward Pyrrha. She readied her chakram as Talim raised her tonfa from her belt. With no other choice, Pyrrha reached to the ground at her sides and reluctantly claimed her sword and shield. She fought valiantly that day, particularly for a novice swordswoman going against a 2-on-1 disadvantage, but it was not enough to change her fate.

They were situated under the statue of Aphrodite when Pyrrha awoke. The first thing she felt was the translucent silk of Talim's wind dancer pants pressing against her neck. Her head was being carefully supported by Talim's lap, with her blonde hair sprawling across the girl's folded knees. Her clothing was frayed and torn in places, but she sported only a few minor cuts and bruises. Her opponents had been cautious enough not to bring her any deathly injuries. The weapons of all three girls had been scattered in every direction across the floor of circular chamber once the fighting was over.

Tira was straddled over Pyrrha on all fours, making her the middle portion of a human sandwich. The same grin as before appeared on Tira's face before she glanced toward her comrade.

"Ready, Talim?"

The tainted priestess nodded. She sounded anxious about something.

"Just like we practiced."

Pyrrha tried to squirm to safety, but she found the weight of Talim's gloved hands locking her shoulders in place to be too much to overcome in her fatigue. With a feeling of dread growing in her thoughts, Pyrrha fearfully shifted her attention to Tira.

"Wha-… what are you doing?"

Tira looked downward and responded with an impatient frown.

"Stop being so fidgety. I don't have any problems with draining people of their souls, but I've never tried infecting anyone with a piece of someone else's soul. I don't want to mess it up."

A new desperation came to Pyrrha's struggles, but she was too frail to make it last for long. She couldn't imagine what Tira's words meant, and she didn't want to find out. Helpless and cornered, all she could do was hope the gods would protect her.

What happened next left Pyrrha more astonished than afraid. Tira lifted her head and leaned toward Talim. Watching from directly underneath, Pyrrha saw her two captors connect at the lips and share an oddly timed kiss. The two girls revealed themselves to be rather noisy lovers when they offered small, muffled moans into each others' mouths. At the height of their passion, Pyrrha could feel Talim's grip slightly weaken around her shoulders.

Tira and Talim returned to their original positions when they were done. Talim was breathing deeply when her partner offered her a slight look of concern.

"Are you okay? You look tired."

Talim curved her lips into a drowsy smile as she quelled Tira's worries.

"You took more than I was expecting, but I'll get over it."

Tira gave a teasing grin of her own before apologizing.

"Sorry. I couldn't help myself."

Talim smile grew brighter. She took Tira's words as a compliment.

"That's okay. Just give it to her while it's still fresh."

Pyrrha was left bothered by the exchange.

Almost in unison, Tira and Talim turned their heads downward toward their prey. Tira's shadow loomed over Pyrrha's face as she closed her eyes and parted her lips for a new kiss. Before Pyrrha could raise any objections, her mouth was sealed by Tira's. She was now a victim of her opponent's apparently lustful impulses.

Pyrrha could soon feel Tira's tongue. The moist muscle breached her lips at a slow pace, probably afraid of being bitten. Even in her current state, however, Pyrrha would never do it. The taste of blood was the only thing that worried the timid girl more than the sight of it.

Finding herself safe at home, Tira proceeded with her attack. She danced around Pyrrha's tongue, enjoying the vibrations each time her captive made another muffled complaint. These sounds faded as Pyrrha succumbed to the dark magic at work.

A sudden fog began to envelope Pyrrha's mind, causing her to forget how disgusted and humiliated she felt and instead find her experience to be relaxing. Once she was sufficiently numbed, she could feel Tira prod her tongue even further into her mouth. At first it simply poked around deeper in her mouth, but then it managed to reach much further than any human tongue should. Pyrrha's last ounce of willpower was spent on a tiny horrified whimper as she realized what she was feeling in her mouth wasn't a tongue at all. It felt more like a serpent burrowing down her throat and slivering toward her heart. Whether Tira had actually placed some living creature in her mouth or it was all a nightmarish illusion was impossible to say, but one thing was certain: When the invader reached its destination, Pyrrha started hearing the voices.

Thousands of ghostly whispers polluted Pyrrha's mind, but she was too forgone to let it bother her. She didn't mind it when she felt one of Tira's claw gauntlets gently wrap around the exposed part of her thigh between her leather stalking and miniskirt. Likewise, she made no effort to resist Talim's nimble, greedy hands moving from her shoulders and plucking at the laces of her blouse, looking for a way in. Everything grew dark for Pyrrha, making her feel as if she were falling asleep while being swarmed from all sides.

When Tira released her prey and lifted herself to her knees, she could see Pyrrha's eyes now matched her own. The plan was a success, and Soul Edge's newest servant closed her eyes as she let off a satisfied purr. She then looked over her shoulder, addressing the girl behind her in a curious tone.

"Mother…?"

A soft blush appeared on Talim's face as she shyly looked to the side.

"You may have been created from me, but I don't think we're THAT close, Pyrrha."

Tira spoke next, drawing Pyrrha's attention back toward her. An encouraging smile appeared on her face.

"Yeah. Think of us as big sisters."

Tira cupped one of her gauntlets under her chin and rolled her eyes toward the domed ceiling of the pantheon. She thought out loud with a certain feigned uncertainty in her voice.

"Now, what to do next…"

Pyrrha silently pondered to herself for a moment, trying to make sense of ceaseless cacophony that had broken her mind. A cheerful sparkle appeared in her glowing irises when she spoke to Tira again.

"He wants us to kill Patroklos before he becomes Soul Calibur's vessel, right?"

She didn't hesitate toward the prospect of murdering her own brother. Tira was relieved by this, and she answered with a friendly smirk.

"You're catching on pretty quick."

Pyrrha nestled her head in the pillows formed by Talim's thinly-veiled thighs. Soul Edge's touch had elevated her libido almost as much as her violent impulses, causing scandalous thoughts to brew in her head. She hoped her two colleagues felt the same way.

"Do you think he would mind if we… have some fun first?"

Talim was the one who answered. She immediately understand what Pyrrha was alluding to with her proposal, and she was delighted to hear it.

"Not at all. There's no hurry now that there's three of us."

Whether the hours the three girls spent sharing pleasures of the flesh under the statue of Aphrodite should be considered a form of worship or an act of sacrilege is a matter of debate.