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On Wings of Insanity	By : ninjafeet Category: +S through Z > Soul Caliber Views: 5265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not, I
repeat do NOT own Nightmare, Tira, Siegfried or ANY character affiliated,
linked, contained within, or even considered to be in Soul Calibur 3. I wish I
did but sadly, Namco beat me to the punch.

Author�s Note: It�s been a
while huh? I�ll just tell you up front why I haven�t updated in so long. I
haven�t felt like writing for a while. After I put up chapter 1, I remembered
that playing SCIII was more fun that writing about it. Anyway, here you go,
another chapter up and ready for your criticism.
Legin: Yes. This is a
Nightmare x Tira fic. Initially that is. Then it will ease to Siegfried x Tira,
and jump from back and forth as I see fit. Who she will end up with at the end,
however, is for me to know and you to find out.

Chapter 2: Meeting of the
Damned

�Damn�� Tira limped slightly
across a lifeless field quite a ways away from where she had met the man who
once was called Nightmare.� �I guess I
underestimated him, what a pity.� She chuckled softly before cringing in pain,
her hands clutched to the still bleeding gash on her side, staining her already
ripped shirt a fiery crimson. Stopping by a nearby tree that had fell do to an
immeasurably powerful force; Tira slid down its charred trunk and sighed. It
was then that her fogged mind had begun to fully take in her surroundings.

The air was thick and choking
with the stench of blood and spent gunpowder. The clouds above had begun to
swirl and cascade into a sickening mass of stale grey as lightning danced about
as if they held the breath of life within them, crackling and thundering as if
to show their scorn and contempt for those who dwelled on the land. The land of
which, held a more solemn tone. The ground around was littered with the bodies
of the slain. Warriors, civilians, women, and children alike, all were left as
equal in the total carnage that surrounded the land. Broken weapons, armor and
bone were scattered along the burnt earth like the carapace of a beetle that
was squashed and ground into the dirt. The apparent look of sheer terror and
anguish on the faces of those who still resembled humans made the reason for
this tragic and gruesome massacre all too clear for the only one alive in the
middle of the bloodbath.

�My beloved was here.�

She smiled almost sadly as
her gaze scanned the carnage on all sides. �And he didn�t leave me any�� Tira
sighed deeply as she slowly closed her eyes and allowed her mind to be filled
with the screams of men and the sound of cracking bones. How she wished that
she could have been there when Nightmare fed on the souls of this once proud
village, now turned to little more than dust by his awesome power. And how Tira
longed to be one with that power, to know how truly exhilarating it could be.

Down a barren trail, lead on
by wisps of the dearly departed, walked what seemed to be a man holding an
oddly shaped sword in a grotesquely disfigured hand. His face obscured by the
azure armor that covered his entire being, less his right arm which seemed to
belong not to a human, but a demon that could only be spawned in the deepest
realm on one�s own darkest nightmare. Yes, a nightmare; that�s what he was to
be known in the world. The Azure Knight, wielder of the demonic blade Soul
Edge. The �Sword of Salvation�, if you will, bore a large eye on the side of
its cracked, seething blade. If you would look past the violet hue of its
corona into the onyx pupil, you would surly go mad by the sheer pain and
torment the cursed sword would instill into your very soul. However, this is
naught compared to the treacherous existence that would await you if you are
unfortunate enough to have been fell by the wicked sword. Living in a purgatory
worse than the seven layers of hell themselves.

Dragging the damnable blade
behind him, Nightmare wandered the site of his latest �feeding�, the remains of
a small trading city just east of Berlin.
Devouring the remaining souls that still lingered on the choked battlefield,
Nightmare noticed something that wasn�t there before. A speckled of green
caught his crimson eyes in the distance. Not knowing who or what this was,
Nightmare quickly marched over to what he soon realized was the sleeping form
of his servant girl, Tira. Nightmare scoffed at her sleeping form and promptly
hefted her body to her feet with surprising ease. �Wake up wench!� He barked in
what seemed to be a feral growl. After seeing signs of the young woman
stirring, Nightmare tossed her back to the ground a cloud of blood soaked dust
lifting with the harsh impact. �I said wake up or I will feast upon your soul
as well!�

Hearing the voice of her
master Tira scrambled to her feet as best she could, still holding her side,
which had begun to bleed again, though not as profusely as before. �Nightmare!�
She said, sounding as giddy as a school girl who had just received a note from
a secret admirer.
�How I�ve longed to talk to
you again.�

�Stow your pitiful attempts
at flattery. I do not require, nor want your admiration. All I require from you
is to finish your assignment; which cannot be done while you are here, asleep.�
Although his voice remained level, Nightmare�s tone and choice of words sent
icy daggers of terror throughout Tira, terror that she found most sensual.

�I apologize master, but I
have news that I fear will be most upsetting to you.� To this, Nightmare
shifted his stance slightly and waited for Tira to continue. �I have followed
the man you used to be for a time now, and learned that he holds both Soul
Calibur and your original body, the broken Soul Edge.� Nightmare chuckled to
himself. But to Tira, this sounded more like a guttural growl of distain.

�Very well,� he said. �I will
just have to pay my former self a visit after I grow a little stronger. You may
do as you please until I contact you further. But stay out of my way, or that
wound on your side will be the least of your troubles.� With a wordless
goodbye, Nightmare walked away from Tira, only to be swallowed by what could
only be explained as solid darkness and vanished from sight.

Releasing a breath she didn�t
know she was holding Tira slid back down to the ground. Placing a hand to her
chest, Tira realized that her heart was racing. Not from terror, no, from
something else. She also felt that all too familiar quiver from within her
loins. Her left hand slowly snaked down her stomach to rest upon her growing
heat while her right gently squeezed her breast. �Nightmare�If only you could
understand how alike we are.� Closing her eyes again, Tira slid her fingers
underneath the hem of her pants and began to slowly dab around the outside of
her panties. Her breathing increased as her index finger circled around her
outer folds as her thumb began to work her clitoris through her sheer panties.
The silken texture pressing against her swollen slit caused Tira to moan out in
ecstasy while she arched her back and began to knead her breasts almost
violently. Tira�s heels dug into the ground as she desperately tried to reach
the relief the sought after. The fingers that had begun her menstruations had
folded her panties to the side and had begun to plunge within her womanhood.
The slick sound of Tira fingering herself would have drawn much attention, had
she not been alone, amongst the dead. This thought brought Tira another shock
wave of pleasure as she imagined the screams and death throws of those who lay
around her. Her eyes flitted oven and her pupils dilated as Tira screamed
loudly in her ecstasy, reaching her sought after climax.

Her body shivered slightly as
the last heavenly waves of pleasure passed. Tira withdrew her fingers, dampened
by her own juices, and brought them to her emerald colored lips. Her tongue
slowly lapped her fingers dry, fully enjoying the bitter sweet taste that she
produced.

Some time later, Tira arose
from the blackened tree and scanned the field yet again. �I guess, this means I
can go have some fun with him again.� Tira grinned menacingly and left the
carnage behind her, whistling happily as she did.

Author�s Note: I wasn�t originally
going to put that little solo bit in, but I figured that you guy�s deserved it
after me being absent for so long.
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