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~The Origin of Perfection~


Sogue ran his finger thru his coarse blonde hair. It seemed it had gotton thicker all of the sudden. He shruged it off, i didn't really matter. He trudged on toward the city when he came to an open field.

There was no one in this field, it was quite large, and it had a gapping feeling to it...like some dark secret was buried beneath it.

Sogue felt like he was being watched, so he spun around to see Simon standing right behind him.

"Simon!" Sogue yelped, and jumped back ward, drawing form and essence.

"What do you want older brother?" Sogue demanded, "And why are you still alive?"

"I'm a vampire, remember?" Simon said, "A silly car wreck couldn't kill me. It hurt, badly, and i've had several surgerys. It's taken a few years to recover, and it seems you've had a makeover."

"I asked you what you wanted," Sogue said, "Answer me!"

"All I want," Simon said with a sneer, "Is to take back what was mine by right!"

There was a blinding flash, and when Sogue could see again, he noticed a variety of things.

#1: Essence was missing
#2: Form was gone

In Sogue's right hand was a rapier that looked sortof like Form, exept for it's shape.

Sogue looked at Simon and saw he was carrying a small one handed axe. It looked sorta like Essence.

Sogue could only guess that his blades had somehow transmutated to true forms of their spirits when Simon's evil energy came in contact with Essence. It transformed Essence, and Form had morphed to counteract it.

The only problem was that Sogue had never fought with a Rapier in his life.

Don't worry. A voice said within Sogue.
He looked at the blade in his hand....it had come from it!
I will guide myself and cast this evil from my brother steel.

Sogue felt the pull of the Rapier's energy as he took a fighting stance.

Simon smirked. "Well, it seems our blades are the real combatants here, thanks to my taint on this axe,"

Sogue nodded, "So it would seem,"

Simon lunged forward with downward hack, but Sogue felt himself sidestep with ease.

He felt like every wannabe warrior did when he first experianced berserker rage. Like you weren't yourself, that you didn't have control of your actions. That's how Sogue felt, exept that it was a calm control.

Sogue darted behind Simon and landed a few quick, accurate blows to the back of the head, spine, and legs.

Simon crumpled with a grunt, then he heaved the axe around and Sogue easily lept over it.

Simon got up.

Sogue could feel the intense energy of darkness within as he shot forward like a bullet and took a giant powerfull, energy enhanced slash. The blow connected with Sogue's chest as he flew backward.

All he could think of was, "Was that Shattered Tear Strike?"

Sogue landed on his back, as he recovered, he felt the power of Form pulse thru him.

I know you're soul is more powerfull then your brother in flesh, it said
If you can deadlock us, the energy will form a new weapon. The victor of the deadlock will be the one with the stronger life force....i'm willing to bet it's you...fox demon. From the ashes of the deadlock, a new weapon will form, reflexive of the users Soul and Spirit.

Sogue nodded. Simon was clunking forward.

As he made a final blow for Sogue's head, Sogue lifted form, blocking the attack. He pushed upward, suprised at his own strength. Simon blundered back as he tried a recovery slash. Sogue saw his chance and deadlocked the swords, Simon couldn't back away, he could only push forward.

As the weapons sparked and screcheed, a light grew from the deadlock until it enveloped the two of them.

Sogue opened his eyes to see a vast....dark landscape.

He guessed that this was the "Soul and Spirit" victory he needed to achieve to form the new weapon.

He searched across the landscape until he came upon a pedastal. Upon it was a golden flask that potions were stored in.

As Sogue reached for the flask, a black wolf rised from the darkness and knocked him away.

Sogue felt his hand. It was bleeding. He didn't know you could be hurt in a nether-world. He saw the wolf blocking his path.

He was trying to figure out how to get past it when a puma with 9 tails walked up next to Sogue.

"It is I, your steel," it said to Sogue, as if it was talking about the weather.
Sogue nodded. This was what form looked like in an energy form, in the nether-world. He looked at the wolf, gears turning in his head.

"Yes," the puma said, "that is my brother steel, but he has been tainted by your brother in flesh's dark soul."

"What can we do?" Sogue asked.

"You must reach the flask," the puma said, "Drink it, and our battle of Soul and Spirit will be won."

"What about Essence?" Sogue asked.

The puma's deep, wise, flowing voice consoled Sogue.

"I will handle my brother in steel," he leaped forward with a snarl as the two went at it.

Sogue sprinted up to the flask and picked it up.

As he chugged it, he could make out Simon with an army of vampires walking toward him.

When Simon saw what Sogue was doing, his eyes grew big.

He stared at Form and Essence's nether-world form fight, and then gritted his teeth and breathed deeply.

Then Sogue blacked out.

When he awoke, he saw Simon was gone, blood splattered the ground where he had probably left.

Sogue smelled the blood, it was old. Simon was long gone.

But that wasn't Sogue's main concern, because he looked up, and a beautifull double bladed Sword was hovering, and giving off a pulsating positive energy.

Sogue stood and walked over.
He felt the blade speak to him. It sounded like Form, but there was a deeper, more resounding voice within it also. It was Essence.

Thank you, fox demon, the deadly weapon said,Because of your duel with your brother in blood, we are now formed together...we are.....Perfect.

Sogue's eyes, and the return of Wraith.



Sogue paid the old man for the two daggers. One was tiny, a small, letter opener sized blade, and the other, a magnificent kris, lazer etched with stag in it.

Sogue bought these blades and stashed them in his pack, they were for someone...he didn't know who tho...but he named them Patriot and Freedom.

Just as Sogue was putting the weapons away he felt a presense approach. Two trees to Sogue's right exploded as time seemed to slow down. A beam of black light seemed to rip toward him, and Sogue lept into the air. Sogue was bent over backward, his feet in the air, as the beam ripped inches below him, shredding the stand where he had bought the magnificant daggers from the white shrowded man named Altair.

Altair was missing his ring finger on his left hand, but this didn't matter, it was the fact that the man was blown into oblivion with this blast.

Sogue landed and whipped out form and essence. He was crouched as he turned to look at the black robotic man that calmly walked out from the wreckage of trees.

Sogue's eyes grew big...."Wraith," the world seemed to whisper.

Sogue got up....
"Well, i finnally found you then, boy..." the monster of wires and circutry said.
"After that transformation of yours, it became quite difficult to track you..."
Sogue didn't take any more time to wait, he threw Form and Essense at the man, shooting small balls of red energy after them.

The blades sunk deep into Wraith's lights and clockwork, and Sogue had teleported.
He grabbed the blades and wrenched them out of the abomonation's body, jumping backward and jamming the hilts together as the energy balls swirled, forming Perfection.

Sogue spun the weapon around him, but Wraith was too fast, obviously the villian had learned some new tricks.

In a heartbeat, the monster had Sogue by the neck.
He shot Sogue in the eyes with a blast of energy that burned Sogue's eyes....then Wraith dropped him.

Sogue writhed in pain, but heard something clatter to the ground next to him, and he heard Wraith say, "The first of many circumstances that you will meet with if you do not shape up, whelp."

Sogue opened his eyes, but the world was dark....he picked up the object near him, dark glasses, and put them on....instantly...Sogue knew...he was crippled....he could see, but the taint of Wraith would shoot from his eyes, if ever the glasses were removed....Sogue found a mirror and looked. Black streaks shot from his eyes, as dark smoke swirled around the glasses....

After a while of walking thu the city where the police were at, Sogue heard sirens....he was confused....Wraith had found him so easily last time...why would he need to provoke Sogue? This was just like the old days...Sogue thought...wait...did Wraith even have anything to do with this....Sogue didn't know...ever since Wraith had blackened his eyes, Sogue had become paranoid.

He ran up to a passing vehicle machina and rapped on the door.

"Yes?" the officer said, then paused..."Wait, i recognise you from the Dark Hand wanted posters, you're Sogue. If you're an enemy of the Dark Hand, your a friend of mine... What do you need."

"A ride, friend," Sogue said.

After a little driving, the pair arrived at the edge of the woods.


Sogue got out and whipped out Form and Essence....then creeped into the woods, waiting for something to happen.

((This one is just a glimpse of the future...hasn't happened yet))

Aaylao, seconed true son of Sogue stood in front of the soldiers, their machine guns cocked at him, ready to fire at a moments notice.

"So, terrorist, do you have anything to say for yourself?" The commander asked him.

Aay shook his head no, his hood making it impossible to see his face.

"ARREST HIM!" the commander shouted, and a couple of the soldiers walked over to apprehend the man in a large black cloak.

As the soldiers approached, the blade shot out of Aay's ring finger on his left hand. He flipped one soldier around and lathed his neck halfway around, then ducked, his cape flowing behind him, and stabbed the other in the chest, then, before the two even hit the ground, he was back to standing in exactly the same position he was, before the men even approached.

The blade withdrew.

"Ballocks!" the commander said. "Enough with this silly karate crap, and your stupid blade! You can't hope to fight all of us! We have guns!"

"No," the reply came, "you have bullets, and after you are done firing, you won't have anymore, and then you will all be dead before you have another chance to reload."

"Criminy! You ARE insane... how do you plan to do that?" the commander spat, obviously a brit.

"With my hands around your filfthy neck." Aay said calmly, knowing he was about to be shot.

"Shoot him," and the men fired.

Aay shook as the bullets connected, he spasmed like he was having a seizure, and 62 bullets later, he was crouched over, in complete and utter pain.

He breathed deeply, then rose, pulling his long barreled pistol out, and taking 2 quick shots at the soldiers next to the commander, killed them.

The other soldiers stood wide-eyed, as they tried to reload, but Aay was too fast, he spun, shot, then stabbed, he seemed to move in slow motion as he took out each soldier, one by one. The commander reloaded his magnum before Aay got to him.

He shot as the shrouded youngster approached.

"Why" he shot
"Wont" he shot
"You" he shot
"Die!?" he shot, he shot, he shot.

Aay lunged up to the man, grabbed him by the throat and wrenched him up.

"Because, commander, beneath this hood, there is more then just a man, there is an idea....and ideas...are bullet-proof." He snapped the commanders neck.

The vampire kicked the door open, pistol held tightly in his right hand. Droves of shades stood, baring fangs as he stepped into the foyer. The one in charge stood, looking with hate at the legendary hero who stood before him.

"You can't come in here!"

Sogue's eye twitched behind snarls of tangled blonde hair. He lifted the pistol and shot the shade in the forhead. He fell hard on his back, cold dead on the ground.

The other shades turned back to look at the intruder. His blue eyes shining brightly in the darkness. They shrieked and dashed at the vampire.

Sogue calmly stood his ground, firing into the droves as the shades charged him. As they reached him he leaped, reloading in mid air. He landed, holstered the gun and drew the blades. The shades dove on him. He spun, cutting the first two down. Sogue dashed back, slow enough to cut down the advancing shades. He hacked one down, decapitating it as he fell. The vampire twisted in mid air, bringing the blade down on the middle of the next shade, eviscerating him. He drove his knee into the face of the next shade. Sogue turned and spun under the next shade's attack. Sogue reversed his footing and drove his sharp fangs into the shades' neck, drawing deeply. The lurching shade collapsed on the floor, writhing in pain. Blood covered the front of Sogue's mouth as the shades stopped.

A scowl crossed the angry vampire's face as he dove into them, dragging his blades into their flest. Blood and gore covered him as he cut them down, one by one. He finnaly gripped the last one by the throat, his sharp nails digging into the thing's throat.

"Where is she?!"

"Upstairs!" the thing coughed out. Sogue dug his fangs mercilessly into his neck before dropping the drained body. Covered in blood, Sogue moved into his full vampire form. His eyes turned black as he mounted the stairs. An Orien guard pounded down the stairs. As he reached Sogue on the staircase he drove his pike forward. Sogue seemed to teleport to the side, his opal eyes met the scared face of the Orien, who dropped the pike. It clattered down the stairs. Sogue drove the blades through the guard, withdrew them and moved on. The guard coughed out blood and fell to the ground, dead.

Sogue crested the stairs and saw Joa-Boo standing over some chemicals.

"You," Sogue said evenly.

Joa-Boo's head cocked to the side, "Soguey boy, how ar..."

"Stuff it," and Sogue stood before his enemy instantly. He blew through him in a deft strike as the white runestone within him activated. Sogue's blades fused together into one perfect double-sided sword. Sogue's hair turned even more white-blonde. His clothes molded into white as his coat turned into a swirling cape that surrounded him. His eyes turned from opalescent to glowing flourescent white as he turned, white fangs gleaming to his love. He glided over to her and held Helena in his arms, smelled her hair deeply.


"My love," he whispered, crystal tears flowing down his cheeks.

She simply sobbed.


And then the vampire awoke from his dream. Surrounded by the darkness of the plains of Aonce, he pulled his legs close to him and rocked back and forth.