nearing awakening the world created by Soul Edge The Abyss of Will

nearing the awakening of the cursed sword a world created by only soul edge night terror's minions the Charades their appearance are humanoid bony creatures entirely composed of what appears to be a composite of rock and glowing magma in the middle of the torso area is a floating blob with an eye in the middle. the weapons one was wielding a death Scythe another wielding nunchuck's one carrying a giant ax another wielded a katana the rest of the wielded a sword and shield another person was abyss his appearance is a slightly skeletal figure with visible muscle tissue, invoking an undead and reaper-like appearance. His skull is bare and shows off two sets of teeth, the inner one having visible gums with his cranium being rimmed with teeth and two long horns on the side. Much like Zasalamel, he has a left golden eye. His only clothing appears as three-layered pauldrons and tattered cloth of unknown material. The lower half of his torso is missing to display a black hole of sorts, the same magnet which Zasalamel used in his ritual for Soul Edge and Soul Calibur. The black hole is continuously drawing in energy particles his death scythe is mutated and's composed of bone and muscle tissue the blade of the scythe appeared to be glowing as a result of soul edge's energy the tip of the bottom is a sharp fang.

it seems it's nearing it's awakening how interesting

suddenly a large demon knight with bulky red armor with a flaming center in the middle of his chest he had spike on his greaves and spikes on his shoulders What was once azure armor and flesh has become a combination of armor and bone with an orange/red sheen. The helmet area has grown and developed a large crest-like shape and the muzzle-covering area has been remove to reveal a lipless mouth with long teeth shown and its eyes are a beady yellow. At the center of its chest is a glowing core of energy which spreads throughout its upper body. In place of hands are a pair of giant claws and in the "palms" are fully functional mandibles although this does not appear to hamper its ability to wield a sword in the least. Lastly, a slightly long tail has sprouted from the base of the spine area. Flowing from its back side are a pair of large, fiery wings. he was once know as the dreaded azure knight nightmare but is now know as night terror the Destruction of mankind in his claws on the left arm was the cursed sword soul edge in it's ultimate form it was made from organic material such as flesh large jagged teeth that go from the very end of the blade to near the handle of the sword the razor sharp blade is on the bottom of the jagged teeth and had a long curved horn like a cresant near the handle. appeared in the world that he had created he turned his head towards abyss

yes it's almost time until it awakens it just needs more energy until it is time

The Alucard family castle. A true marvel of architecture. In the courtyard, at a small table sat the castle's current owner, as well as the current head of the illustrious Alucard clan, Rachel Alucard.

The seemingly young vampire had blonde hair tied into twintails with black ribbons and red eyes. She wore a frilly black gown and jacket with red cross accents and a red accent on the back of her dress that resembeld bat wings. On her feet were black high heeled boots. She also had a red ribbon tied around her right ankle. She was drinking tea as a gentle breeze carried red rose petals around the courtyard. All seemed peaceful, but the vampire could sense a change coming.

At that moment, Rachel's butler, Valkenhayn R. Hellsing walked up to the table. Bowing to his mistress, he began to speak.

"Madam Rachel, an anomaly has been detected in the dark space." He said.

Rachel looked at him with her usual calm expression.

"I thought something would occur soon. Yes, something is 'Nearing awakening'." She said.

"What will you do, Madam?" Asked Valkenhayn.

"I suppose there's no harm in going to investigate. I've been so dreadfully bored lately, so it will give me something to do." Rachel answered before standing up.

"Nago, Gii, we're going."

As she called her two servants, the black chair she had been sitting on morphed into an umbrella with a cat face on the top and one paw. This was Nago, the shape-shifting cat. Then, a plump red bat flew to the vampire aristocrat's side.

"And so we arrive without delay, Princess." Said Nago.

"Where are we going?" Asked Gii.

"We are going to investigate Astral Chaos." Was Rachel's answer.

"That scary place?" Gii asked with a bit of fear in his voice.

"Yes, that 'scary place'." Rachel said simply. "Let's go."

With that, Rachel departed through a red portal that opened before her. Whatever was "Nearing Awakening", she would discover what it was.

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~Something red glistened in the distance.~

A young man awoke from his slumber with a start, sweat pouring from his brow as if he had suddenly experienced a very vivid Nightmare. Without his sunglasses to shield his eyes, they would be seen wide open, his chest heaving in and outward as he continued to gasp for the air he desperately needed. In time he caught his breath, trying to piece together whatever image this "nightmare" had shown him, as if it were a vision. He saw in his mind's eye a sword, that same fleshy piece of metal which brought horror to anybody's vision. It's presence reeked of something he would just rather forget. Did this mean that Orochi was taking a new form? No..... This one seemed different. He only prayed it would not be anywhere nearly as dangerous.

For some reason he awoke in a place he did not recognize. This place was empty, like the hollow emptiness of space, yet this place allowed him to breath, not to mention there was a floor. How had he been transported here? His eyes looked downward, and sure enough he was wearing his usual gear. An open chested leather jacket with no shirt underneath, tucked inward under black chaps. His shoes were the same black material as always. He, of course, had no recollection of changing into this attire during his slumber.

He must still be in the thralls of a dream. So he would think.

His white hair remained still like a statue, even with the wind coursing through the place. Colors of blue stretched as far as the eye could see, and upon looking at the ground below his mattress, the ground appeared almost a transparent crystalline, he could hardly see the ground at all. The question still rang in his head if this was actually a dream, after all, this wouldn't be the first odd incidence to happen in his life, not mattering truly how long he has been alive. In terms of years, he was little more than a few years, perhaps even less. It's thanks to a special case of existence that he attained the form he now subjects as his personal appearance, not that he really had a choice but to accept it.

Something far off in the distance caught his eye above all else. The thing catching his attention had a heavenly glow to it, a white orb floating inexplicably within his vision. By instinct he looked directly above whatever the thing was, and noticing no strings were attached, saw this was no trick used to lure him toward it. Of course, he still wasn't going to make a move for it. Who would do such a stupid act anyway? He young man gave a chuckle thinking that the red suited cross-dresser reaching for it before being reduced to nothingness, ashes remaining of what was once his form. Of course if it was fire that this thing possessed as power, it would not harm the young man, nor would it strengthen him. He found it hard to think about getting stronger than what he already was, remaining perfectly content with the power he had at his disposal. In a way, however, he despised it, and would rid himself of it given the opportunity.

Still that thing floated in mid-air as if still attempting to grab his attention enough that he would walk up out of his bed, as lazy as he always is, take the time to march over in its direction, then do whatever. Maybe it truly was a new power? Something about that idea seemed correct, yet different both at once. Maybe this was a new power, but surely it was something he would want to avoid considering his hatred for the flames he already possessed. It was then that the thing started moving, trailing behind it the same hue of colors, or absence of colors being a more apt analogy in respect to its white color. He made no sudden attempt to make a run from it, after all, where would he go? This place was deserted, that thing would find him in a matter of moments. And it's not like he could run for the rest of his life.

It continued to drift until it reached the point of stopping, just in front of the young man, short enough now in terms of distance that he could reach out and grab it, Which was what he decided to do. His fingers gripped it, the feel of the mysterious object like a warm baseball. Seconds later it began to shine, obscuring his vision until, a few moments of blindness later, found himself back in his home. His hand still warm from the touch, he decided what he saw was indeed a strange reality. He started to climb out of bed, making sure his other two teammates were also fast asleep. Or in Maxima's case, shut down. He wouldn't have to worry about Maxima waking up anytime soon, but now he felt the need to make a sneaky exit for the door. Slowly he pushed away the blankets, grabbed his red glove and the other fingerless, black glove, slipped them onto their respective hands: red being the right, black being the left, then proceeded for the door. Sure enough, he went through undetected, and by now the sun had already begun to rise. He would have to make his trip rather short considering how much time he had left before the other two awoke. Not that they'd care about his disappearance, it wasn't like anybody would kidnap him after all.

He slowly closed the door behind him, and after doing so slipped both hands into his pockets. Without his sunglasses, it made things a bit easier to see in this darkness, seeing as it was still quite dark. As if by fate, he began to step in a certain direction, not knowing where in the world he was going, nor caring. All he knew, was that he needed to find out, and would stomp anybody that dared step in his way.

~Discovery Of The Cursed Blade~

She had arrived in Astral Chaos. Rachel began walking towards where she sensed the evil energy surging. The wail of lost souls could be heard as she passed them. The sensation grew stronger from below. The vampire stopped and looked down, seeing its source.

"It is just as I thought. After all this is Astral Chaos. Looks like that troublesome demon is at it again." She observed calmly.

At that moment, Rachel sensed something else. A soul. But it wasn't any ordinary soul. It was different. It was stronger. It was... Strangely familiar.

"What...? That feels like... No. Impossible..." She said, clearly in shock.

Rachel looked up, trying to see the soul, but she couldn't. Then, it simply vanished. Where could it have gone? The vampire aristocrat's expression suddenly turned grim.

"Soul Edge is soon to awaken and wreak havoc... But to awaken, it needs souls... And that soul that just departed... HIS soul... If the cursed blade were to obtain it, it would become unstoppable. I must find it, and keep that thing from consuming it." Were her thoughts.

Rachel turned on her heel and opened the same kind of portal she used to enter this space and stepped through it to exit. Her intention was to follow the escaped soul to wherever it disappeared to. She emerged in what looked like a city. It was still dark, but sunrise was approaching.

"This is where the soul went to. Now I must find it, quickly." She said quietly.

Rachel then began walking down the road she appeared on in search of the soul.

~Where Did You Go?~

It wasn't terribly common for her to wake up this early. In fact, it never happened. Except for now. There was something about the day. About the situation. She sat up in her bed with a big yawn and looked around sleepily before turning to the window.

"Huh? Why's it still dark? Oh, the sun's coming up... Wait, what?"

Kula climbed out of bed and scratched her head, a bit confused. She looked towards Maxima, seeing him still shut down, but when she looked to K' Dash's bed, she was surprised to find that he wasn't in it.

"Wha? Where'd K' go?" She thought.

Kula frowned as she began to think. Normally, if the brash K' went off on his own, he'd tell her to just wait for him to come back. But something about this bothered the ice user. She felt like she need to check on him. So, she went to the bathroom, combed out her waist length blue hair and changed into her regular outfit, a burgundy bodysuit with black and yellow shoes and black and yellow gloves. She then snuck out of the door and walked out into the city, searching for her friend. After a few minutes of walking, she spotted him. Trying her best to contain a yell, Kula ran up behind K' and tapped his shoulder, saying:

"K'! There you are! What are you doing out here so early? I was worried!"

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Sanctuary

A man, no more than the average build, possibly with minor muscular exterior about his form, sat mindlessly upon his stone throne. With nothing else to do, of course, it was in his Human nature to become bored, nothing to catch his eye in terms of entertainment. No dancers remained in his castle, a frightening glimpse against the sunrise, a cliche atop a mountain. Nothing to provide for him, but a select few servants he could 'boss around' so much as he pleased. If he told them to shine his shoes, they would do so until the laces themselves mirrored a reflection. If he said they were to move the castle, it would be done. If he desired destruction, they would wreak havoc across the world, nothing but devastation created by their hands. It would be nothing short of a Humanly made rapture. The man was a destroyer, he knew this. It was his nature. He took pride in this as well as others would take pride in their own doings. Perhaps others would be honored enough were others to congratulate them on works of Art? Paintings, music, even combat, these sorts, all of them art. And the suited man was the king of artists.

Somebody stepped before him, an informant containing information. The young man took a bow before his Majesty's presence before beginning to speak. Straightening himself upward, he spoke of power, one far beyond anything the suited man could have believed. This did not rival his, nothing could. But it did catch his attention. Boredom fled from the man's eyes like a flock of birds from trees when a car passes by, His posture changing to that of one sitting up and forward, hands crossed over in front of him and tucked under his chin. He was listening, interested by this unknown power. Apparently its color was red, this meant anger, hatred, all the negativity he could imagine. Something like this in another's hands would mean disaster. That was before he was coined a name among names which he had known for plenty a time.

K' Dash.

His mind flared for an instant. He believed the young man had the potential ability of overthrowing him given the practice. Yet with the power the clone had at his disposal, though untapped, could be dangerous not only to the suited man, but to everything he had strived to achieve. However, were the clone to lose control of this power, this would work to the man's perspective of opportunity. If he needed something to take his mind off of the matters of his life, this could be the thing he is looking for. Of course, what was left was to locate this man, and the Adult male had no means of doing this. Not unless he sent out search parties, but that would leave him confined within his Sanctuary of safety. but what was he to do? Risk sending out scouts hoping they come back with results, or go out on his own and search? Of course it was selfish, still remained risky. If he were to perish, who would be left to take over the castle?

He laughed. He could not perish. He knew of this.

Within hours his decision has been made. He stood within the gates of his enormous fortress, preparing to embark on his long journey. He was to bring nothing with him, he would not need it. All he needed was the clothes he wore, the power he held at his fingertips, and of course his objective. And with this, he ran, traveling far distances despite the height of the mountain. At first he needed to jump, seeing as it is not physically possible to run straight down a slope as steep as it was. And so he jumped, falling until he could at last see the ground through the trees. The soles of his shoes met the dirt side of the mountain, causing him to tip forward a moment. Re-positioning himself becoming a requirement, he leaned back and propped both heels against the mountainside, now he was sliding instead of falling. Meeting the ground at an angle, he slid for several feet before regaining his proper ground, sand flying through the air at the momentum he had been traveling. He nearly fell, as would be logical, but his strength kept his feet to the ground, and his legs did not give away as normal Humans would. As he had stopped, he looked about. It was a forest, sure enough. The sun was beginning to rise, meaning morning was well on its way. He sensed the presence of a few nearby, but far off in distance. His senses far honed themselves from Humans, he would track them down given half an hour. It was time consuming, but he wasn't in a hurry. And with this, began to talk patiently, a predator tracking its prey. It was only a matter of time before he found the two companions.

as he was waiting for the cursed sword to awaken the demon knight and the scythe demon were going to be busy guarding the sword until it was time to unleash the awakened power until the demon knight sensed someone in Astral Chaos. this presence was different then a human maybe it wasn't human at all it was a vampire he had the feeling he was being watched. however it didn't matter if she was observing him just as long as she didn't get in his way. suddenly he felt something else this time is was a strong and familiar soul it was none other than hazama's soul it seemed it ended up in somewhere he lost the presence of his soul he felt as if someone had captured it however he could still feel the power radiating from the soul. if he got a hold of this soul and devoured it the power unleashed by Soul Edge would be catastrophic not even the strongest warrior would be able to stop him, the gods and goddesses would cry in despair.

"hm thats it i sense a strong soul this soul could be the finishing touch towards it's awakening"

abyss turned his head towards night terror in his mind what kind of soul could possibly be needed to unleash such devestating power this he would have to find out he would have to find this out for himself.

"what is the soul you sense?"

Night Terror turned his head towards the skeletal being know as abyss to answer he his question it seemed that curiosity got the best of abyss but his question would be answered.

"this soul that i sense is from a person known as hazama if i get a hold of this soul and devour it i will be unstoppable not even edge master would be able to defeat me i shall have some of the charades retrieve this soul from whoever has it."

his claw then pointed to four random charades one had wave swords, the other had nunchuku, one of them had a short sword and shield, and the last one of the team had a giant axe the charades assembled awaiting orders. night terror looked at the four charades and nodded his head.

"the soul i sense go and retrieve it for me from the human that has it now go and search for it and once you find the person who has this soul in his possession defeat him or her and bring it back to me."

the charades nodded their heads and collapsed their body parts and flew off. once the team of charades left Astral Chaos he night terror had the rest of the remaining charades sty and help gaurd the sword. it was only a matter of time before they found their target they would take the sould and bring it back to their master. the charades found a suitable place to land it was a building it didn't look like anyone was nearby they reshaped the bodies to a humanoid form and got out their weapons and jumped off the roof of the building and landed in the streets they now started to search for their target.

~The Enemies Advance...~

Rachel had been walking for a few minutes. She still sensed Hazama's soul and knew she was drawing closer to it. Suddenly, Nago shuddered.

"P-P-Princess! Do you feel that?!" He said in a shaky voice.

"Of course I do, you twit." Rachel replied in her usual condescending tone. But she looked a bit nervous herself.

"There are some scary people near here!" Gii added.

Both servants were met with a smack from the vampire.

"Ow! That hurt, Princess!"

"What was that for?!"

"Silence, both of you. It seems that others have come in pursuit of the soul. We must hurry."

"As you wish, Your Highness."

"You got it, Princess!"

They were smacked again.

"OW!"

"OW!"

"I said silence." Rachel said simply.

The servants did as they were told. Rachel turned Nago into a bat wing cloak which she uses to fly. She flew up into the air to get a bird's eye view of the city. She spotted a large man just outside of the city and skeleton warriors running about. The vampiress frowned.

"I don't know what that man wants, but I can only assume that those hideous creatures are agents of Soul Edge." She thought.

One more quick scan of the city and Rachel found two people. One had white hair and a hot aura. The other had blue hair and a cold aura. Like fire and ice. The sensation of Hazama's soul radiated the most strongly from the white haired male. As soon as Rachel detected it, she knew.

"So it's him... He has the soul. I must reach him before they do."

Rachel flew above K' Dash and Kula and landed right in front of them. She simply cleared her throat and began to speak.

"Ahem. Excuse me, you two. There is much danger approaching you, namely the young man. At the risk of sounding horribly cliche..." She held her hand out to them. "Come with me if you want to live."

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The young man named K' Dash hadn't been walking for very long until he heard a familiar voice coming from behind him. His hands having previously been in his pockets left, his left arm drooping to the side while his right index finger and thumb applied a pinch to the center between his eyes, a mark of frustration appearing on his face. Or perhaps it was becoming too sunny outside and he required use of his sunglasses, which he had carelessly left behind? He felt the tap on his shoulder before he turned to face his friend Kula Diamond, a look of worry across her face. He quickly eased up from his previously frustrated expression. Perhaps concern had rid him of his internal anger? He let out a grunt, which would let most know he was in no mood for talking, especially towards friends. His mind was too focused on whatever that thing was in his dream. He wondered about it for a moment, trying to drown out his surroundings as he quietly meditated on that thought. Then something appeared before him. It seemed bright at first, or rather seemed that way to him as he was not used to seeing things without his sunglasses anymore. He did not care for what the other had to say, rather stepped around her, the young man placing his hands back into his pockets and lowering his head. Yet his gaze continued forward. He would at least get to walk around a bit without getting interrupted, but as his luck would have it, something new would bother him, making him more angry than before. With this, he came to a stop, turned to face the weird lady that appeared before him, and scoffed.

Then something tugged at him, something that gave him a small sense of warning. Somebody was approaching at high speeds. They were distant, of course, but definitely approaching. Were they after whatever that thing was he saw in his dream? And yet, if that was a dream, why would they know about it? It seemed absurd that somebody would get so worked up about something he would possibly never see again. Even if this meant something important, he wouldn't care about it anyway. He could handle anything and anybody on his own.

"I don't know who you are, but if you're concerned about anything living or not, you should be concerned with what I'm going to do with you if you don't stop bothering me."

His eyes finally being focused on this weird lady that made this quote he had not heard since the movies, her appearance made him feel that much safer. She was small, and carrying around some weird monster types. One floated, and the other was by her side, not like he cared much about them. They must have been incredibly weak to be bossed around by somebody of this new person's size. Her height even made Kula seem tall, which Kula was sort of tall for her age. He couldn't help but frown further knowing even Kula was worried for him, same as this stranger.

"I can take care of myself."

And with that he turned back around, continuing to walk, wanting to be alone however brief. he would take on whatever was speeding his way with force. After all, he could easily do so with the amount of training he had, and the massive amounts of power he had at his disposal. Then that feeling returned to him, worse than what it was before. Even so much that he gripped his chest as if something hurt him on the inside. His mind flashed for a moment of images he had never seen in his life. Images of some man in a yellow coat, a betrayal, that same man laughing, then silence. He took it into thought that this was no joke, but he had no collection of what was going on. He once more stood still and looked back, still in sight distance that he could see the odd stranger. His eyes widened as if he knew she had some information about this, but he couldn't help but wonder how she would even know about this in the first place. Was this her sort of power? Or was this what she meant by staying alive? If he knew he could handle the challengers he could sense off in the distance, he could rule them out as danger. He bit his lip in a sense of worry, now for himself. He could clearly see why this stranger came to him, but his stubbornness had gotten the better of him. He turned back and continued to walk, his hand still gripping his chest, not out of pain but concern that he could stop whatever gave him these stupid visions were he to give it enough willpower to do so.

As soon as the charades landed from juming off the building they began to look around the noticed three paths one leads to an alley the lead to the west side of the city, another leads to the south side of the city, the other lead to the east side of the city and the othe path lead to the north side. The charades looked at each other as if telling each other to splir up and start looking for the soul the one who was closest could feel it's presence and would the alert the others to have the two rush to the others location the blue charade that had the wave swords took the north path, the charade with the short sword and shield took the east side, the one with the nunchucku took the south side and the charade with the giant axe the west side. The blue charade began took a look around the streets to see if anyone was around to it's knowledge there wasn't anyone around at this time however the charade didn't care it was on a mission and it would see to it that it was done. The charade with the short sword and shield looked around but no one was around other than itself he patrolled the area in search for the soul. The charade with nun-chucku had little luck of finding the man that had the soul in his possession the charade noticed that the sun was coming up it knew they had to find the man and fast. The charade with the giant axe saw what looked like a little girl that had blonde hair tied in pig tails wearing a black and red gown but it knew not to judge a book by it's cover it was the red parts her the dress that looked like bat wings it was then that charade knew that the young looking woman was a vampire. The charade noticed the umbrella with cat ears and a small plump bat flying close to the vampire it also noticed young male with White hair an open chested jacket the charade could feel the soul that his master wanted on that man. The other charades felt a presence coming from the one with the giant axe and rushed to it's location as soon as the could the blue charade stood in front of the one with the giant axe ready to take the soul from the man even if it meant killing him in the process the other charades noticed the vampire and the girl with light blue hair and got into fighting stance if the two got in the way. The charades could not talk though the blue charade got into it's battle stance the eye in the blob in the middle of the torso stared at K dash as if trying to say hand over the soul or we shall take it by force.

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