Calamity Affection
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,348
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Soul Caliber, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
Disclaimer:
Ok, now i'm getting annoyed by this cursed thing. Yadda, yadda, I don't own the rights to Soul Calibur series, which blows in my opinion.
Author's Note:
Sorry, fans, no sex in this one. I know, NC17 rating with limited sex! What am I thinking. Anyway, despite the rather harsh comment I got in my review (Whoever wrote that should really grow up, by the way.), I continue to write! Thanks to those who emailed me with the vote, and the winner is....
Chapter 3: Ostienberg Caste
Deciding that it was probably a better idea to go for the sure thing in searching for Nightmare, the slightly worn down former thief trudged north, although with each step he had to suppress a wince of pain at the fact that he was getting closer to his homeland, and incidently, his estranged father. Once he was in Germany, it was surprisingly easy to figuire out where the Castle Ostienberg was. People were terrified of it, since apparently that it was the final destination of many souls, some of which could be seen still haunting the area. He wondered when it was he began to believe in such things again? It had been some time since he started his quest to get that accursed blonde, but he supposed he always wondered if stories like Beowulfe were true.
As he approached the castle, he actually had to supress a shudder just by looking at the place. He wasn't a spiritual man by nature, not an athiest however, he could feel the evil from this place. He cursed himself for not wearing some heavier army than his simple leather vest, but his rational mind knew that it was a moot point. No armor could keep that sickeningly vile taste from his mouth.
Entrence into this place proved to be more difficult than he would have imagined for an abandoned fortress. The drawbridge was still up, and the moat was still full of pitch black water. While several ramparts are down, and he could probably have swam across, he didn't want to risk finding out what lived in that muck. While he was circling the fortress, he was a bit dumbfounded to find a raft. It wasn't new by any means, but rafts were just not something you found everyday. Well, at the very least, he could get into the castle, and even get a quicker look at the rest of the ramparts. The hairs on the back of his neck were already at full attention, and he didn't feel like striking at strange, evil creatures if he could avoid it. Climbing onto the raft, he let loose the rope that teathered it, and was a bit surprised the current carried it so fast. It was if someone was towing it, something that didn't make him feel any better. Cautiously approaching the front of the raft, he noticed he was comming to a place where the moat lead under, and to the other side of the castle. Thats when he heard a soft 'thump' on the back of the raft. Quickly turning to face the intruder, and half expecting to see a devil gleaming at him, he saw something a bit more pleasant.
"I can't WAIT to see you in pieces!" It was the same emerald haired assailant who had distracted him before, and who had nearly parted his head in half. Calming down a bit, his adversary was human after all, he shook his head and smirked at her.
"You know, I suppose I was looking for you as well." He chuckled, unsheathing his trusty blades. The curved blades gleaming even in the darkness. The girl seemed happy about the whole thing, even beyond happy. She was giddy and anxious. Passing under the other side of the bridge, he suddenly saw why she was happy. He had somehow missed them on his first inspection of this place. They were obviously already dead when they had put up there, and even from this distance he could see the slashes in thier bodies, and the strange, circular weapon would coincide with those wounds. This girl was a psychopath, she got off on ripping people apart. No wonder she was so giddy. "Well, your not the Azure Knight I heard so much about... but your not getting away without a piece of flesh for trying to take my head!"
When he had fought Rock, and even Cassandra, they had thier own styles, but still ones based off some principal. Rock was about raw power, in the 'one hit and your dead' ideal. Cassandra, on the other hand, was more about keeping her opponants off balanced while cutting them apart, which coincided a bit with his own style. This girl, however, was nearly impossible to predict. While she started to use that hoop blade like a sword, she suddenly used it as a vault, striking him in the chest with her feet. This feat alone wouldn't have caused him much damage, but it did cause him to get closer to the edge of the raft, and it was sheer luck that it also knocked him out of the way of the slash that followed where his head had once been. He cursed himself for being so careless. She wanted to kill him, plain and simple. A slicing pain assaulted him, and he didn't have to look to know that blood was beginning to flow from a wound inflicted on his right arm. It was a trifling wound, but the fact that he recieved it caused him to recoil from his opponant.
She giggled a the sight, spinning the hoop like weapon in her hand, at least to him, carelessly. If she was toying with him, he was in trouble, and beginning to get angry. That wouldn't work. Pushing back his anger, he had to look at this with his rational mind. She was quicker than him and her style was unpredictable at best. He could tell by the deflected shots that he was stronger than her, although it bothered him that it wasn't by much. He towered over her, and yet her small form had quite a bit of physical strength. He stopped his train of thought right there... if he got it in his head that she wasn't human, he would lose. She was just a psychotic girl, that all. Dodging a mear hair out of an incomming blade, a thought formed. She knew what he could do, so he would through something at her unexpected. Charging foward, she redied her standard defence, raising the hoop where she knew the blades would come. Catching one, he changed the direction of his second, instead, locking it around the hoop weapon. This, in effect, made a noose around her weapon. A look of murderous rage passed her face as she realized she couldn't manuever her weapon. Although that didn't stop her from repeatidly kicking him, which hurt like hell. Now that he had her, what to do with her became a problem...
While he locked that ring from doing him harm, he also locked his own weapons from use. And he doubted this trick would work a second time, and he REALLY doubted he had the quickness to kill her before she lopped his head off. The raft meant he couldn't knock her back and run like a bat out of hell, the water prevented that... the water? That was it. He didn't have to pierce her heart, he could still defeat her though. "Have a nice swim, psycho!"
He yelled, grunting as he rushed toward the surprised Tira, causing her to lose her balance, and cling to her ring weapon. It wasn't far to the edge of the raft, and when he released her, it didn't take to long to see the tell tale splash, and the emerald haired girl dissapear under the water. It seemed the moment he did, however, a swarm of crows came from nowhere, and he had no choice to drop his guard while he shooed the accursed beasts away. Half expecting Tira to be waiting for him with a smile, he was surprised when she had apparently dissapeared. Ok, so maybe she wasn't human.
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Searching the castle, he didn't find anything out of the ordinary for such an evil place. Bones, chains, and an evil aura awaited him as he proceeded deeper. Eventually, he came to a room where a battle had been fought, although not to recently. He didn't know who it was, but there were to many bones to figuire out who the victor was. He figuired it must have been the Azure Knight primarily because he didn't see that armor within any of the bones. This link had been a dead end, but he supposed he wasn't to surprised. Running his hand across the gash, he knew that needed to be sown or burned shut, and he didn't have the knowledge to keep it from getting infected. Sighing, he exited the castle, not at all displeased at leaving it. He considered it a victory that he came out alive, and that he was rid of that evil aura once and for all. Approaching a city, the first thing he sought out was a doctor. With his wound treated, he was a bit surprised when he once more was put on the trail of soul edge...
Author's Note:
Sorry, not going to spoil the next chapter ;) You'll just have to wait and see.
Ok, now i'm getting annoyed by this cursed thing. Yadda, yadda, I don't own the rights to Soul Calibur series, which blows in my opinion.
Author's Note:
Sorry, fans, no sex in this one. I know, NC17 rating with limited sex! What am I thinking. Anyway, despite the rather harsh comment I got in my review (Whoever wrote that should really grow up, by the way.), I continue to write! Thanks to those who emailed me with the vote, and the winner is....
Chapter 3: Ostienberg Caste
Deciding that it was probably a better idea to go for the sure thing in searching for Nightmare, the slightly worn down former thief trudged north, although with each step he had to suppress a wince of pain at the fact that he was getting closer to his homeland, and incidently, his estranged father. Once he was in Germany, it was surprisingly easy to figuire out where the Castle Ostienberg was. People were terrified of it, since apparently that it was the final destination of many souls, some of which could be seen still haunting the area. He wondered when it was he began to believe in such things again? It had been some time since he started his quest to get that accursed blonde, but he supposed he always wondered if stories like Beowulfe were true.
As he approached the castle, he actually had to supress a shudder just by looking at the place. He wasn't a spiritual man by nature, not an athiest however, he could feel the evil from this place. He cursed himself for not wearing some heavier army than his simple leather vest, but his rational mind knew that it was a moot point. No armor could keep that sickeningly vile taste from his mouth.
Entrence into this place proved to be more difficult than he would have imagined for an abandoned fortress. The drawbridge was still up, and the moat was still full of pitch black water. While several ramparts are down, and he could probably have swam across, he didn't want to risk finding out what lived in that muck. While he was circling the fortress, he was a bit dumbfounded to find a raft. It wasn't new by any means, but rafts were just not something you found everyday. Well, at the very least, he could get into the castle, and even get a quicker look at the rest of the ramparts. The hairs on the back of his neck were already at full attention, and he didn't feel like striking at strange, evil creatures if he could avoid it. Climbing onto the raft, he let loose the rope that teathered it, and was a bit surprised the current carried it so fast. It was if someone was towing it, something that didn't make him feel any better. Cautiously approaching the front of the raft, he noticed he was comming to a place where the moat lead under, and to the other side of the castle. Thats when he heard a soft 'thump' on the back of the raft. Quickly turning to face the intruder, and half expecting to see a devil gleaming at him, he saw something a bit more pleasant.
"I can't WAIT to see you in pieces!" It was the same emerald haired assailant who had distracted him before, and who had nearly parted his head in half. Calming down a bit, his adversary was human after all, he shook his head and smirked at her.
"You know, I suppose I was looking for you as well." He chuckled, unsheathing his trusty blades. The curved blades gleaming even in the darkness. The girl seemed happy about the whole thing, even beyond happy. She was giddy and anxious. Passing under the other side of the bridge, he suddenly saw why she was happy. He had somehow missed them on his first inspection of this place. They were obviously already dead when they had put up there, and even from this distance he could see the slashes in thier bodies, and the strange, circular weapon would coincide with those wounds. This girl was a psychopath, she got off on ripping people apart. No wonder she was so giddy. "Well, your not the Azure Knight I heard so much about... but your not getting away without a piece of flesh for trying to take my head!"
When he had fought Rock, and even Cassandra, they had thier own styles, but still ones based off some principal. Rock was about raw power, in the 'one hit and your dead' ideal. Cassandra, on the other hand, was more about keeping her opponants off balanced while cutting them apart, which coincided a bit with his own style. This girl, however, was nearly impossible to predict. While she started to use that hoop blade like a sword, she suddenly used it as a vault, striking him in the chest with her feet. This feat alone wouldn't have caused him much damage, but it did cause him to get closer to the edge of the raft, and it was sheer luck that it also knocked him out of the way of the slash that followed where his head had once been. He cursed himself for being so careless. She wanted to kill him, plain and simple. A slicing pain assaulted him, and he didn't have to look to know that blood was beginning to flow from a wound inflicted on his right arm. It was a trifling wound, but the fact that he recieved it caused him to recoil from his opponant.
She giggled a the sight, spinning the hoop like weapon in her hand, at least to him, carelessly. If she was toying with him, he was in trouble, and beginning to get angry. That wouldn't work. Pushing back his anger, he had to look at this with his rational mind. She was quicker than him and her style was unpredictable at best. He could tell by the deflected shots that he was stronger than her, although it bothered him that it wasn't by much. He towered over her, and yet her small form had quite a bit of physical strength. He stopped his train of thought right there... if he got it in his head that she wasn't human, he would lose. She was just a psychotic girl, that all. Dodging a mear hair out of an incomming blade, a thought formed. She knew what he could do, so he would through something at her unexpected. Charging foward, she redied her standard defence, raising the hoop where she knew the blades would come. Catching one, he changed the direction of his second, instead, locking it around the hoop weapon. This, in effect, made a noose around her weapon. A look of murderous rage passed her face as she realized she couldn't manuever her weapon. Although that didn't stop her from repeatidly kicking him, which hurt like hell. Now that he had her, what to do with her became a problem...
While he locked that ring from doing him harm, he also locked his own weapons from use. And he doubted this trick would work a second time, and he REALLY doubted he had the quickness to kill her before she lopped his head off. The raft meant he couldn't knock her back and run like a bat out of hell, the water prevented that... the water? That was it. He didn't have to pierce her heart, he could still defeat her though. "Have a nice swim, psycho!"
He yelled, grunting as he rushed toward the surprised Tira, causing her to lose her balance, and cling to her ring weapon. It wasn't far to the edge of the raft, and when he released her, it didn't take to long to see the tell tale splash, and the emerald haired girl dissapear under the water. It seemed the moment he did, however, a swarm of crows came from nowhere, and he had no choice to drop his guard while he shooed the accursed beasts away. Half expecting Tira to be waiting for him with a smile, he was surprised when she had apparently dissapeared. Ok, so maybe she wasn't human.
****************************************
Searching the castle, he didn't find anything out of the ordinary for such an evil place. Bones, chains, and an evil aura awaited him as he proceeded deeper. Eventually, he came to a room where a battle had been fought, although not to recently. He didn't know who it was, but there were to many bones to figuire out who the victor was. He figuired it must have been the Azure Knight primarily because he didn't see that armor within any of the bones. This link had been a dead end, but he supposed he wasn't to surprised. Running his hand across the gash, he knew that needed to be sown or burned shut, and he didn't have the knowledge to keep it from getting infected. Sighing, he exited the castle, not at all displeased at leaving it. He considered it a victory that he came out alive, and that he was rid of that evil aura once and for all. Approaching a city, the first thing he sought out was a doctor. With his wound treated, he was a bit surprised when he once more was put on the trail of soul edge...
Author's Note:
Sorry, not going to spoil the next chapter ;) You'll just have to wait and see.