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The clashing of swords could be heard all throughout the citadel. The
grinding of metal on metal ran through Siegfried's body, making him
shudder, but he refused to lower his zweihander or to break eye contact
with the... thing he was facing.
He had spent months hunting down Soul Edge. He had witnessed first hand
its ability to twist a person's mind and body to suit its own ends; his
years as the Azure Knight still haunted him to this day. He glared at his
mirror image, clad in the deep blue armour he wore from those days, those
hellish vermillion eyes staring back at him and the enormous mutated talon
that served as a right arm clutching Soul Edge's hilt. A distorted parody
of Siegfried's past, Nightmare was nothing more than a body created for
Soul Edge and manipulated by the sword's own will. Many of the other
warriors he had met along the way had already tried and failed to defeat
the armoured demon; Raphael, Ivy, Xianghua, Kilik, Maxi, Hilde and many
more had tried and failed to stop the cursed sword. They had already fled
when Siegfried appeared, drawing Nightmare's attention. He prayed they
were still safe.
Nightmare suddenly stepped forward and shoved his enormous blade forward,
pushing Siegfried back and off-balance. He raised his malformed sword
above his head and brought it down on his former host, but Siegfried dived
to the side. He raised his trusty Requiem and thrust forward, but
Nightmare saw it coming. Soul Edge swung around and crashed against
Siegfried's sword, deflecting the strike. The single eye on Nightmare's
own zweihander twitched grotesquely and made Siegfried's stomach churn.
But he steeled himself, tightening the grip on his blade as he fought
against the weight and momentum of his own deflected attack, and brought
it down hard on Nightmare. The twisted homunculus tried to turn his body,
but he couldn't do it in time; Requiem found its mark and struck Nightmare
on the shoulder. The armour covering it shattered and Siegried's blade cut
deep from shoulder to hip. A scream of agony filled the room as Nightmare
staggered back, but Siegfried didn't let up and charged forward. Once
again he thrust his zweihander forward and struck Nightmare square in the
chest. The apparition was sent flying backwards clean off his feet,
landing on his back with a loud clank. Siegfied approached and stood over
his opponent, slamming Requiem's blade onto the ground beside the Azure
Knight's head.
"It's over, Nightmare," Siegfried said firmly. He had done it. He had
finally defeated the dreadful phantom of his past, and no one would ever
be at risk of the evil sword's power again. His eyes met Nightmare's...
...and Nightmare began to laugh.
"Pathetic fool..." The sword's voice echoed from its creation's lips
before a burst of red light exploded from Nightmare's body. Siegfried's
eyes went wide as he was blown back, echoing Nightmare's own landing but
with one important difference; Requiem was sent flying from his hands,
clattering across the stone floor before sliding off the side of their
makeshift arena and into the chasm below.
"No!" Siegfried yelled. His weapon was gone. Footsteps caught his
attention and he turned his head. Nightmare was on his feet, slowly
striding forward with Soul Edge in his hands. Siegfried backed away as
best he could, his hands fumbling and clutching at the ground. He had to
find something, ANYTHING to defend himself.
Nightmare wasted no more time. The Azure Knight bent his knees and leapt
forward, Soul Edge at his side, preparing to end the fight with one final
blow. Siegfried finally felt something in his hands and he gave it the
quickest of glances. A long red stave, ending in a sharp spike with a
tattered flag dangling from it. It was Hilde's spear, Gl?nzende Nova.
Knowing it was his last chance, Siegfried lifted the spear towards his
adversary and thrust it forward.
Nightmare's orange eyes shot open and he tried to stop himself, but it was
too late. Desperately, he brought Soul Edge in front of him, trying to use
the flat of the zweihander as a shield. But whether through luck or fate,
Siegfried's desperate attack found its mark. The sharp point of the spear
pierced through the eye on Soul Edge's blade, and a hideous screech rang
in his ears. He pushed hard, and the spear burst out behind Soul Edge and
through Nightmare, stabbing deep into the wound Siegfried had already
inflicted and out Nightmare's back. Nightmare let out an inhuman howl as
the souls it had consumed flew from both its bodies, finally free from
Soul Edge's grasp.
Nightmare gasped for breath. His monstrous arm clutched at the spear that
had impaled him. He could feel his own body beginning to crumble and decay
as the power of the sword started to fade. They were dying. No, the sword
thought to itself. It couldn't end now. Not like this. Not after
everything it had done.
Nightmare weakly raised his head to face Siegfried, who responded by
pushing the spear deeper into his doppelganger's body. Nightmare grunted
looked down at the weapon; even though it lacked any magical power, the
sheer will and memories of its past wielders were plain to Soul Edge. The
spear had a long and noble history behind it.
And now it was being wielded by its former host.
Yes.
Behind his helmet, Nightmare's mouth pulled into a wicked grin and he
suddenly grabbed his killer's arm with his free hand, the other still
clinging to the spear. Siegfried yelled and began to pull away, but it was
too late. Nightmare's fingers dug into Siegfried's arm, and the malice and
bloodlust that made up the Azure Knight began to swirl around them both.
"No... no!" Siegfried screamed, horrifyingly familiar sensations piercing
into his mind. He tried to let go of the spear and escape, but Nightmare
held him tight. Even as his body began to rot and die, Soul Edge's host
refused to release its grip. Siegfried cried out in pain and fear,
struggling against the monster's hold. Memories came rushing back of
himself in the blue armour, of himself with the enormous claws, of himself
wielding Soul Edge.
By this point Nightmare had rotted away to a husk of the beast it once
was, barely able to keep itself from crumbling, and yet it had barely even
sunk its teeth into Siegfried. No, it had lost too many souls from
Siegfried's killing blow. It needed something more, something to bolster
its power and tighten its grip on Siegfried.
All that history and will it felt from the spear would do.
As Siegfied fought desperately against Soul Edge's influence, unfamiliar
images flashed into his mind. Men, noble and powerful, wielding spears
just like the one he currently held, charging into battle. And a woman,
dressed in armour... himself, the spear's latest wielder... what? No!
Siegfried shook his head. That was Hilde, not himself! He had to ignore
the images. He had come too far. He knew that he had to kill Soul Edge,
and help his father back in Wolfkrone... wait, no, it was to avenge his
father that Soul Edge had slain! ...or was it who he had slain under Soul
Edge's influence? ...was Soul Edge even involved? Did he even HAVE a
father?
He finally pulled one hand free from the spear to clutch his head, letting
out an agonised wail. He was so confused and distracted he failed to
notice the dark power of the sword flowing through his own body. The skin
on his right hand, the one still clutching the spear, had begun to darken
to a stony brown colour. His armour was forced off by the spikes and
chiton forming beneath. Cracks formed along his limb to reveal a blazing
energy visible underneath, the same orange as Nightmare's eyes. Within
seconds Siegfried once again had the trademark talons of the Azure Knight.
But his corruption didn't stop there; the power drew not just from
Nightmare but from the spear, and Siegfried's body began to warp and
change. He retained the build of a warrior, well-toned and muscular, but
the rippling muscles in his shoulders and back that allowed him to swing
his Requiem with ease gave way to a more slender and slim form, more of a
focus in his arms and legs to suit spear combat. His muscular legs and
pelvis had gained a natural curve to them and his pectorals shifted and
began to swell until they were soft and round. Whether due to the
familiarity of the host or due to the spear bolstering the sword's power,
the supernatural infection that claimed the man's arm spread to other
areas. His greaves shattered as his feet shifted into long inhuman talons
like his right hand. On each foot were three long toes with a fourth
raising his heel into the air, making his legs resemble that of an animal
or reptile. The dark chiton slid over his chest, forming into a makeshift
bra for his new breasts. His armour was burned up by the raw energy, his
breast plate and chainmail disintegrating completely while what was left
darkened to a deep midnight blue colour. The scarf that fell across his
shoulders was torn and burned, becoming tattered and changing to a blood
red.
Finally, the energy that had swirled around the pair dissipated. Siegfried
panted and slowly rose to his... or rather, their feet.
The malfestation was complete.
The transformed woman slowly reached up with her human hand and pushed her
long hair from her face. She looked down at the dried out corpse still
laid impaled on the spear. Her lips pulled into frown and she tugged the
spear free, causing the body to crumble into dust. She admired the weapon;
it had changed from a bright and noble red to a deep purple, the once-
regal-looking golden details now twisted and rusted. The spike on the end
extended further and had become serrated, while a row of teeth-like claws
ran down the pole on either side. Between the two rows of claws, a single
large eye gazed out.
What was once Siegfried reached down, glasping the horned helmet on their
former body and picked it up. A few shakes and what remained of
Nightmare's head poured out and scattered on the ground. The woman
smirked, before placing the helmet on her own head and lowering the
faceplate. Her vermillion eyes burned as she gripped her spear, looking
out to the horizon.
Souls. They needed souls.
GAME OVER
* * Epilogue * *
Taki frowned as she walked through the destroyed village. She had to step
carefully, avoiding the deep gashes and ditches that had been carved into
the ground. Stones and wood that had once been houses were scattered
across the area, and the stench of blood and burning caught in her
nostrils. Cattle and livestock had been slaughtered. Crops had been
destroyed.
There were no survivors. Not a single man, woman or child had been spared.
It would be easy to mistake the devastation as the result of some sort of
war, but she saw the bodies. They were all shrivelled and withered,
looking like they had been dead for centuries. Yet the ground was freshly
disturbed, and several of the buildings still burned. The attack couldn't
have happened more than an hour ago.
It couldn't be...
She barely had time to consider the cause when a noise caught her
attention. She could hear yelling and weapons clashing, not far from the
village. A battle was taking place.
The kunoichi wasted no time and took off as fast as her legs would carry
her. Within minutes she found herself standing atop a stone crag
overlooking the nearest field where the conflict was taking place. And she
could barely believe what she saw.
Countless men and women, all dressed in armour and brandishing weapons,
were charging across the plains. At a glance, she'd estimate them to be
between fifty and sixty soldiers in all. Some were on horseback, some
wielded swords, some spears, some bows and arrows. But that wasn't what
caught her attention.
What she was focused on was the female knight they were challenging.
Nightmare. Despite the demon's altered form, she would recognise the blue
armour anywhere.
The army charged down on the mutated woman, but Nightmare met their
challenge head on. The cavalry was first to meet her, and the first wave
of riders instantly found themselves gored on her long spear. As the
others tried to attack her, she swung her weapon and sent them all
careening across the battlefield. The horses that weren't sent flying
snorted and squealed in fear, bucking their riders off and galloping away
in terror.
The first attack had failed, but it was not the only one. Knights and
warriors wielding their weapons descending on the female monster.
Nightmare was unphased, her spear lashing out in every direction and
impaling everyone that dared to get too close. One unlucky fellow managed
to avoid the barrage of thrusts and got close enough to swing his sword;
it clashed against the enormous talon that served as her right arm,
deflecting the attack before she clamped her fingers around his hand. The
poor bastard was swung into the air and brought down upon one of his
allies, before being hurled to knock several more off balance.
As if sensing their allies' distress, the archers took to their formation
and let fly a hail of arrows. Nightmare looked up and saw the missiles
arcing down at her, but she merely raised her spear. Soul Edge's eye
glowed a sickly green colour before she swung the cursed stave in a large
arc. Wind was released from the javelin, blowing the arrows out of the air
and scattering the soldiers nearest to her.
Taki watched from her vantage point, too stunned to act. It wasn't even a
fight; it was a bloodbath. For every soldier this Lady Nightmare killed,
two more took their place... only to be struck down in turn. They were
like moths to a naked flame, charging forward only to be destroyed
instantly.
But even as she watched, something just didn't sit right with her. Soul
Edge had always preferred the form it had been given, the mocking mirror
image of Siegfried's own appearance. So why had it suddenly chosen to
appear as a woman? Her eyes fell on the spear she was using and a brief
surge of panic gripped her; perhaps Hilde had been claimed by the cursed
sword as its newest host? ...no, couldn't be. She had spoken to her not a
few days ago regarding Siegfried's disappearance, it couldn't be her.
But then what? Siegfried and Nightmare were the only two left during that
battle, so either Siegfried killed Nightmare and destroyed Soul Edge
(clearly not the case considering the weapon the woman was wielding), or
Nightmare defeated Siegfried and...
Her heart sunk.
She looked again to the warzone, and now there stood only the demonic host
amongst a field of corpses. She raised her spear to the sky and blue smoke
was drawn from every body, coiling and slithering around her and her
weapon before it was all swallowed up into Soul Edge.
Taki steeled herself and dropped down from the outcrop, walking towards
the feminine Azure Knight. The monster had her back to her, and Taki heard
her talking to herself.
"Souls... need more souls..." she muttered. Taki repressed a shudder, as
she clutched her kodachi. She didn't want to admit it, but if this woman
was indeed Siegfried... then she'd be doing him a favour. Man or woman,
life as Soul Edge's thrall was not a life worth living.
She stepped closer. She slowly drew her blade...
...and Nightmare turned to face her. She barely had time to react as the
demon's spear was thrust forward. She jumped up, narrowly avoiding the
pointed end and planted her foot on the tip, backflipping away.
"You," Nightmare said in her low, menacing voice, before raising her spear
in a fighting stance.
"Siegfried..."
Taki swallowed the lump in her throat and entered her own stance, hands
hovering over the hilts of her weapons.
"I'm sorry."
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