I never created Soul Calibur characters.
Cervantes began to tilt his head to the side from pure curiosity as soon as he came across a woman. One woman clad in a red and gold outfit. A woman wielding a sword that started to writhe. Someone he recognized.
''My daughter,'' Cervantes said with a smirk. One other connection to him besides being a relative. Soul Edge.
''My daughter,'' Cervantes repeated. He saw wide eyes from her prior to one single scowl. ''Isabella.''
''Silence!'' Isabella snapped as her sword continued to writhe. She remembered her vow to destroy every bit of Soul Edge.
She was also able to remember Soul Edge's connection to her from Cervantes. Her weapon then managed to split into connected parts. It was then a whip. Her living sword.
''I'll get rid of the evil sword once and for all,'' Isabella said.
Cervantes wasn't bothered from the sight of the whip. He glanced at the weapons he wielded. Soul Edge with a pistol sword.
''You'll always have a connection with Soul Edge, my dear daughter. You can't get rid of your blood.''
Isabella still scowled. ''I'm a Valentine,'' she said as she remembered her adoptive parents. When her adoptive father went mad from his interest in Soul Edge. Her father being the main reason for her wanting to destroy Soul Edge in the first place. She recalled calling herself a different name. Ivy.
''You'll always be my daughter,'' Cervantes said in an almost mocking tone.
Isabella brought her arm back while she hoped to use the whip to disarm Cervantes until he lunged at her.
The pistol sword struck Isabella's hand.
Isabella cried out and winced until she dropped the whip. Scowling again, she lifted the whip and decided to return when she was stronger.
''I'll eventually destroy you,'' Isabella said to Cervantes until she left.
''You can't escape. You're always going to be family.''
Cervantes chuckled and left.
THE END