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Burn Everything	By : Ecstatic-Evil Category: +S through Z > Soul Caliber Views: 4314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Soul series is published by Bandai Namco Entertainment and developed by Namco, and as such is their property. I neither profit nor intend to profit from this writing.

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Two Weeks Later
Siegfried needed to stop Soul Edge right here and now. He lost so many opportunities over the past several months. From the unknown man with the cutlass, and from the hulking demon that closely resembled Nightmare to the girl with a ringblade, all chances at sealing away Soul Edge eluded him for so long.
It seemed sadly ironic that Soul Calibur led him back to the Azure Knight’s old fortress, Ostrheinsburg Castle. He snuck in using the canals to work his way up from the dungeon. The drip of blood, the scent of rotting flesh, and the sound of flies buzzing filled the air. It was unexpected to find a survivor here, and doubly so when it turned out to be Sophitia.
Siegfried averted his eyes momentarily—she sat upright on a bloodstained bed, completely stark naked.
“She has her…” she murmured.
“What?” Siegfried asked.
“She has my daughter,” Sophitia said. “Soul Edge’s new host: Valentine…”
“Isabella?” Siegfried asked.
“Pyrrha…she’s Malfested,” Sophitia said. “Please, you need to put her out of her misery…”
“No,” Siegfried said firmly. “I need to get you out first…”
“No, don’t,” Sophitia said. “They did something to me—it feels like my back was cut open…I can’t stand up.”
“Huh?” Siegfried huffed, before he leaned over Sophitia’s shoulder to see what she was going on about. What he saw threatened to make him vomit.
The base of Sophitia’s spine was completely exposed, and muscle and meat surrounded it. Flies wandered close, as if ready to lay eggs into her back. He could already picture maggots moving around in her body.
“Is it bad?” Sophitia asked shakily, prompting Siegfried to back off and face her. He then saw the faintest sign of a grin on her face.
“Sleep tight, Siegfried…”
Something emerged from her mouth—some type of black ink. Blinded, Siegfried felt not only his eyes, but also his whole face burn. It felt like some type of acid hit him dead in the eyes. Then he felt a clawed hand grasp his neck ever so tightly.
Watching Siegfried wrestle in vain to get out of Pyrrha’s grasp, Sophitia snickered as the acid she shot from her mouth trailed down her chin. Pyrrha turned to face Sophitia, giving a rather girlish laughter, and Sophitia answered with the same laughter as her eyes lit up with an evil, violet glow.
“Mother will be most pleased,” Pyrrha said.

Siegfried woke, bound to a torture rack and naked, looking straight into the violet eyes of evil. Soul Calibur might have been in the same room as him, but it was on the floor next to the rack—there was no way he could reach it.
“Well, if it isn’t the former Azure Knight himself?” Ivy’s distorted voice echoed in the room. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen…”
As he came to completely grasp reality, Siegfried saw her: Isabella Valentine, complete with an aura of evil and a demonic left hand.
“Do you like my new ‘makeup’, as it were?” Ivy asked as she trailed hand and talon over every curve of her body.
“Isabella?” Siegfried asked, still unable to get over the shock of what he was seeing. It didn’t help that she was stark naked.
“Correct,” Ivy confirmed. “You know, ‘Azure Knight’, you’ve really done me a favor, feeding souls to me.”
“No,” Siegfried pleaded. “Stop this! You have to fight Soul Edge’s influence, Isabella!”
“My, my…you possess Soul Calibur and you still don’t see it,” Ivy laughed. “I, Isabella Valentine, am Soul Edge in the flesh.”
Belial, in human form, appeared next to her. “Kill?” he asked.
“No, my love,” Ivy said. “Not yet…”
“You see, a while back, a man came to me, claiming to be curious about my research into Soul Calibur,” Ivy gestured to Belial. “I asked for his weapon, and it happened to be Soul Edge. I saw Inferno in my mind, I felt my blood heating up, and I felt my soul cry in desire for him. It was there, in the corners of my mind, that both Inferno and the old Ivy joined bodies and souls. The flesh and souls of two became the flesh and soul of one: me...”
“What are you going to do to me?” Siegfried asked.
“Oh, nothing big. You’ll get your just reward as a delivery boy,” Ivy chuckled, Soul Edge materializing in her hand. It took whip form, snaking around her body, the very tip resting suggestively between her legs. “I want my shards back from Soul Calibur. But more than that, I want you!”
When she straddled Siegfried, Soul Edge wrapped around them both. Siegfried could feel remnants of that loathed time he spent as Nightmare, and could feel his blood boil as Ivy made contact.
“Remembering the past, are we?” Ivy asked. “All that slaughter felt good, didn’t it?”
“You don’t control me anymore, demon!” Siegfried snapped.
“Oh, but I do,” Ivy said. “It’s just that now I control you in a whole different way…”
She pushed onto is cock and began forcing him.
“Give it to me,” Ivy said. “Give me…your seed.”
As he struggled against Ivy, Soul Edge slid off and onto the ground, determined to complete herself once more. Snaking towards Soul Calibur, the blade wrapped around it, piercing where the eye would be with its tip. Soul Edge constricted the spirit blade repeatedly, in perfect sync with Ivy’s thrusting.
One would think that the blades would render each other inert as they had once before, but Soul Calibur was created from her shards. Soul Edge’s shards were “purified” by the priest of the order that were sworn to keep her contained. But Soul Edge had all the power to correct that error.
“Yes, yes!” Ivy’s voice reverberated. “Become a part of me once more!”
Siegfried, attempting to ignore the woman on her, turned to see where the blades lay. To his horror, the purifying aura of Soul Calibur was being overpowered by the corrupting aura of Soul Edge…
“Eyes forward, you cur!” Ivy commanded. “You are so close…I can feel your seed on the very tip…”
As Ivy’s talon drove hard into his back, Siegfried gasped as his seed gushed from his cock into her. Ivy let out a pleasured scream that shook the entire castle, and then took Siegfried’s lips into her own. Her laugh was muffled, but it was there: a noblewoman’s haughty laugh of victory.
“Now, I am complete,” Ivy said upon breaking the kiss. “Come, look.”
She tilted Siegfried’s head to where the two blades used to lay—Soul Edge stood alone, complete and victorious. Nothing remained of Soul Calibur—the only true opponent to Soul Edge’s completion was no more.
When Ivy’s clawed hand made contact with the hilt of Soul Edge, the two fused together—literally. Ivy’s arm and hand completely altered—as opposed to a birdlike talon, as one might expect, it was humanlike encased within a demonic shell, fingers webbed and with each digit ending in a very sharp claw. And all along that arm of hers were innumerable labia, save for the number of eyes on her shoulder.
The labia opened and closed in response to Ivy’s breathing while her many eyes were fixated on Siegfried. In the palm of Ivy’s hand was a set of labia—grinning, she flexed her webbed fingers and shoved her hand onto Siegfried’s cock and her fingers locked it into place.
Feeling empowered, she squeezed him in her grip, shivering in delight with each pump of cum that entered her. Withdrawing her hand, the blade that she became one with “birthed” from the vulva—it was covered in cum, some of it hers and some of it Siegfried’s. Its segments each sported eyes, and were kept together by a wet line of muscle.
Behind Ivy stood her four most trusted servants: Belial, Tira, Pyrrha and Sophitia. All of them felt the completion of their mistress and they screamed in orgasm, causing the whole castle, nay, the whole world to shudder and crack violently.
“Ah, yes,” Ivy panted as she licked semen from one of her fingers. And that’s when Siegfried noticed that from the lips all along her arm emerged tentacles—wet tentacles that broke the torture rack and held Siegfried in place.
“Join me, my servants,” Ivy commanded, her blade snaking along the ground and inserting itself in Siegfried’s ass. All of Ivy’s servants walked up to join the orgy.
Tira buried herself between Ivy’s legs, Pyrrha and Sophitia took turns taking Siegfried’s cock into their mouths, and Belial forced his cock down Siegfried’s throat. The tentacles that emerged from Ivy’s arm went to each participant of the orgy—Ivy inserted herself into everyone. Tira gasped in pleasure as she felt both pussy and ass being filled, and the Alexandras followed suit.
When Belial finished and withdrew, tentacles forced their way into Siegfried’s mouth. Belial stepped away, panting heavily and growling, throwing himself on hands and knees before Ivy. His flesh burned and charred, falling off him, revealing his demonic form once more…this time, it was more or less permanent.
The demon growled and purred to Ivy. Ivy nodded, knowing what it was he referred to. Ruffling Tira’s hair and burying her head hard against her clit, Ivy’s aura surrounded Tira only to return to Ivy. Giving one final scream of orgasm, Tira fell over dead. Ivy’s wet tentacles wrapped around the women and Siegfried, binding them all together—eventually, they were completely enveloped. From within, someone was struggling: Siegfried.
Sophitia gasped as the she felt her mistress slither across her skin, snake into her open back and caress her exposed spine before worming her way upward. The tentacles settled and wrapped around her heart, with a brief squeeze sending a blast of hot pleasure through her.
A set of tentacles slithered up between Pyrrha’s bare breasts as more and more tentacles slid their way within her pussy. She let loose a moan when her clit was touched, felt her nipples harden as they were fondled with. Hungrily, she took Siegfried into her mouth once more.
Siegfried himself struggled against the tentacles that had cocooned the three of them together, but it was all in vain. He could do nothing as Soul Edge still remained planted in his ass, and as the corrupted women took turns on him. And then pain registered in his mind, but he couldn’t see the source—Siegfried had been blinded. But he could feel the slimy tentacles slither within his eye sockets. After that, his mouth was filled with tentacles as well. And then, all of him went stiff—from head to toe to rock-hard cock, he was hit with death-like stillness. Then, his cock pumped and pumped infinitely.
The two women, in the meantime, had locked open lips with each other as their bodies were adorned with cum and pushed ever closer together. What the two had been in their previous lives—mother and daughter—no longer held meaning to them. Pleasure was all that mattered. Sophitia gasped in pleasure when Pyrrha’s hand gripped the exposed base of her spine, as if anticipating that Pyrrha would tear it out: a sensation she found herself coveting rather than dreading.
The climax hit, and Pyrrha tore out her mother’s spine, pulling it effortlessly through muscle and flesh. Both Sophitia and Pyrrha herself let out screams of orgasm as their souls, along with Siegfried’s, were ultimately claimed by their mistress.
The tentacles went limp and revealed the bodies of the three. The tentacles returned into Ivy’s arm, and then the pressure of fluids sprayed out of each and every orifice.
Fire engulfed Ivy as her sheer power brought the castle down around her and her sole servant. When the rubble cleared up from around them, they were met by a blasted and scorched, rivers replaced by lava, craggy stone in place of where soil and grass used to be. Fissures in the earth emitted light and heat that scalded whoever was foolish enough to get close to them.
The expression “Hell on Earth” could not be any more accurate…
The biggest change, however, was Ivy herself: gone was her voluptuous human skin, instead traded for carapace that somehow preserved her curves. Both arms were covered in vulva from which wet tentacles emerged. In fact, they lined almost everywhere her shell didn’t cover: her shoulders, her inner thighs and even on parts of her back.
In the center of her armored chest, a gem-like eye opened and glowed with a sinister golden light.
Through her growing snow-white hair, her head grew horns outward like those of a ram, ending with the points lining the corners of her mouth. Her face burned and reformed into a gaunt and death-like visage, but nonetheless was still an attractive human-like face. What little remained of the stonework floor was crushed when her bony high-heel stomped on it.
Looking upon the horizon, Ivy’s eyes glowed gold lighter than the sun, the fissures of light on her shell flared up and flaming, bat-like wings erupted from her back as she cried out in triumph to the blasted earth, her voice echoing the hundreds of thousands of souls she had absorbed.
Just like that, the fleshy cocoon represented the union of Ivy’s and Inferno’s souls ruptured, giving birth to an entirely new being. The souls united to create a perfect being—a being composed of pure destructive will, untouched by any pathetic human conscience. Ivy had become the very incarnation of perfection.
The only reminders of the humanity she once had were her face and her hair.
The strong wind blowing through her long white locks, Ivy approached her remaining servant. Standing at roughly six feet and eight inches, she dwarfed Belial’s six and a half feet. Belial’s shell creaked as he bowed in subservience to his completed mistress, content in having completed Inferno’s will and eager to please his creator.
“Wrath, Envy, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, Lust and Pride…” Ivy trailed. “War, famine, pestilence and death…I am all of these things. You once referred to me as ‘Countess of the World’.”
Belial was devoid of any humanity and completely incapable of speech, but she understood what he said behind those growls and purrs.
“You are far more beautiful than any Countess, my mistress,” he told her. “Your beauty trumps that of gods…”
“Does it?” she asked.
“You are a goddess, my mistress,” Belial said. “And, as a goddess, you deserve to have this world fall upon its knees and serve you alone. Command me, my Goddess, and we shall bring this world to heel!”
Ivy’s wet tentacles caressed Belial’s shell, pulling him ever closer to her, feeling each sensation as if it were touched with her own skin. With all of her eyes, she stared at him hungrily. Tentacles wrapped around him, and Ivy ran her tongue across the hard shell of his head.
“You mean that the world will fall upon its knees and serve us alone,” Ivy said. “You, my love—my…Night Terror—will rule this world with me. We will subjugate them, and they will worship us as God and Goddess! And those who refuse shall still contribute to our new world…by painting our earth and dyeing our rivers with their blood!”
Ivy backed up, put her hands out to her sides, and birthed twin blades from the lips of her hands. As they lay slack in whip form, eyes blinking, Ivy laughed into the sky, legions of voices emerging from her mouth.
Belial/Night Terror rose from his kneeling, and roared into the sky along with Ivy. They both jumped high, and then the air gave way to their wings. The two flew over the burning horizon, the scent of burning bodies filling their senses.
The sun ran blood red and was eclipsed, serving as a harsh reminder that the whole world was under Ivy’s dark shadow. In the months that followed, all would throw themselves before Ivy, offering themselves to her, pledging an eternity of servitude in both life and death--as her slaves, her playthings, and ultimately, her children.
But, as always, whenever evil arises, good will rise up to fight it, no matter how bleak the chances.
But, with Soul Calibur gone for good, there was nothing they could do about it...
Ivy Valentine was the Subjugator of Humanity, Inferno Reborn, Goddess of Pleasure, Goddess of Debauchery--those fearful of her referred to her as "She Who Thirsts". Others, captivated by her beauty and offers of pleasure and power, have called her "Eternal Siren".
Whatever the titles may be, one thing was constant...
Ivy Valentine is the Eternal Goddess of the World!

Author's Note: First, I'd like to thank those who have kept up on these tales. Second, I wish to apologize to those who were looking forward to seeing the entire cast in this series--I simply felt it best to focus on Ivy and everyone else with a direct tie to Soul Edge.
As for Ivy's form, I looked to two particular sources for inspiration: the Queen of Blade's design from StarCraft 2, and the Angelus from the comic series "The Darkness". And yes, "She Who Thrists" is a reference to Warhammer 40,000.
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