"What do you think it is?" A priest asked inquisitively, his robes white, he stood in the middle of a large church hall, talking to a small boy. "I don't know.." The boy answered, he hated it when the father would get into his so called, "mystical" states of mind. Earlier that day the boy had found a small metal shard, it had been glowing slightly, like a transparent hue of blue fire, had surrounded its shape. He had brought it to the priest just as the sun had gone down, but now he was second thinking himself.

"I think its a sign from God." The priest held it in his hands, the fiery hue now gone, but he could feel its power just the same. He kept flipping it over and over again, as if it were hot to the touch. "Well, father, I am gonna go home, see you in the morning, goodnight." The priest turned and walked to the front of the church, standing beneath are large statue of Jesus "See you tomorrow Jimmy." His eyes still fixated on the shard.

He looked at the statue "Father, is this your doing? Is this what I have been looking for? Is this the answer?" He heard a loud thump outside the front door, his head darted up. "Does this belong to you?" A old and evil voice echoed through the cavernous room. One candle light lit the room, its light to small to keep the front door lit, only shadows.

The priest quickened his breath, he felt something evil staring at him, his heart seemed to falter, he clenched the shard. Something heavy and wet slapped down by his feet, it spattered warm liquid on his arms as it hit the hard marble floor. He looked down, seeing a round thing, covered in fresh blood, two eyes stared up at him, it was the boy's head, severed from his body, his lower jaw missing. The priest started to shake convulsively, his eyes staring back into the dead boy's eyes, he dropped the shard, it tinged as it hit, its hue lighting again.

Foot steps could be heard, walking behind the pillars lining the outer wall, then a loud scraping of iron across marble. "This path of yours, the way of God, he cares not for you, he doesn't even exist." The voice seemed closer now, feeling the priest ears. "This is a house of God, he will smite thee!" The priest tried to speak with conviction, but it came out shaking, he still stared at the boy's bloody pupils.

"Well, shall we see?" The voice asked, a loud crack as marble and steel collided, particals sprayed over the priest, as the statue of Jesus crumbled apart, its pieces smashing to the ground. A pirate slowly got to his feet where the statue once stood, his eyes glowing blood red, his white hair over his tattered clothing, his skin a sickly purple, the priest could see he was not human. "You lie to yourself fool, but I shall give you a something to be apart of..."

The priest turned to run, he dashed as fast as he could toward the entrance, but was stabbed through his torso from the back, he slowly looked down at the blade extending from his chest, he couldn't feel any pain but the horror of his impending demise caused him to scream, crying as if a little child. Cervantes De Leon, once the welder of SoulEdge, twisted Nirvana, his beloved sword, killing the man who thought God would protect him. Cervantes kneeled down, extending his sword over the priest's body, his soul being sucked into its hilt. Cervantes slowly rose back up, holding the shard of SoulEdge, he put it to his chest, his body taking it in.

Outside the church a small white fenced surrounded it, sitting on one of its pillars a large black bird watched with fiery eyes, the Watcher knowing full well of what had happened inside the church. The windows suddenly became alight with blue light, the windows shattering, glass blanketing the grassy lawn. The bird spread its wings then lifted to the air, flying off into the distance.