A tall man stood in the door way of the dark corridor, night filled the air outside, the town in slumber. His cloths tattered, he held a short sword in his hands, his eyes searching for his target. His name was Agmon, the father of two murdered children and husband to a missing wife, he had given his life to vengeance. He knew the vile knight that was responsible for his families murder was in here, he could almost smell him.

"I know you are in here you coward, you disgusting piece of vermin,"His words filled with hatred," I am here to send you back from whence you came..." The air seemed to grow still, his heart beating faster and faster. "Do you really want to submit to revenge, it can only bring pain, I know this..." Siegfried tried to speak without any hint of a threat, the man however thought different. "You killed my sons, you know what happened to my wife, you deserve no forgiveness, my revenge shall be quenched with your blood!" The man screamed, almost on the verge of weeping, the memory of finding the remains of his sons still fresh in his mind.

Siegfried felt an enormous blanket of guilt come over him, he almost felt the need to go forth and except the man's quest, to die here in this deserted church, at the hands of one who deserved his revenge. Then he remembered Nightmare, the monster that had invaded his mind, his body, his very soul. Nothing could stop it, nothing could stand against it. He knew he must be the one to destroy SoulEdge, he must atone for his sins, or his life would be for nothing. He could not cross over with the guilt of having killed hundreds, thousands of innocents. His mind seemed to twist, one side telling him to let go, the other telling him to continue his quest.

"I am sorry...I am sorry..." He could think of nothing else to say, he raised the giant zweihander known as Requiem, giving away his location behind a pillar. "There you are worm, taste my sorrow!" Agmon screamed and lept forward, rushing full speed toward the Requiem. Siegfried readied himself then with a quick movement he swung the full weight of the 40 lbs, 7 ft sword down on the poor man, Agmon tried to block the devastating blow but was crushed under the force and weight of Requiem. His arms cracked and shattered, his spine severing and his body broken in two, he fell dying on the floor, his rage so strong he could not feel the pain.

Siegfried gathered himself, he walked to the crippled Agmon," I am...so sorry...I ...there is nothing I can say..." With a quick movement he severed Agmon's head from his body, blood rushed out from the wound like a spilled pale, covering the church floor. Siegfried felt the man's sorrow, his hatred, he fell to his knees, tears streaming from his eyes. "God help me...please."

He left the church and moved off into the trees neighboring the quiet village, the town still slept peacefully not knowing of the tragedy that had just occurred. Siegfried disappeared into the dark shadows of the forest, he just wanted to give up, to lay down somewhere and die...to fall asleep...for eternity.