1 The God Of War

Kratos was hailed as the new god of war, ascending to the throne with honor and pride. But as he sat upon the throne, a gnawing sense of unease crept over him. The throne room was adorned with statues of past gods, each one a testament to the power and might of the deity it depicted. Yet one statue seemed to stand out from the rest, its gaze fixated on Kratos with a sense of malevolence.

As the days passed, Kratos found himself increasingly troubled by the presence of the statue. It seemed to mock him at every turn, its cold marble eyes following his every move. He began to feel as though it were judging him, finding him wanting in some way.

In the dead of night, Kratos would often wake in a cold sweat, convinced that the statue had come to life and was standing at the foot of his bed. He tried to brush off these night terrors as mere hallucinations, but the feeling of dread only seemed to grow stronger.

Finally, Kratos could take it no longer. He summoned the bravest of his warriors and ordered them to destroy the statue. But as they approached it with their hammers and chisels, they were met with a horrifying sight. The statue's eyes seemed to glow with an otherworldly light, and as they struck it, they were consumed by an otherworldly fire.

In that moment, Kratos realized the true nature of the statue. It was no mere work of stone and metal, but a vessel for a powerful, malevolent entity. And now, that entity had been unleashed upon the world.

As the days turned to weeks, the influence of the malevolent entity spread far and wide. Villages were burned to the ground, their inhabitants slaughtered in the name of war. Kratos, once hailed as a hero, was now reviled as a tyrant, his name spoken in hushed tones of fear and loathing.

The people cried out for deliverance, and from the shadows emerged a hero. A warrior of great strength and courage, who vowed to bring an end to the reign of terror.

And so, the two gods of war clashed, their battle shaking the foundations of the very earth. It was a battle for the ages, a struggle between good and evil, light and darkness. In the end, only one could emerge victorious. But the true cost of that victory would be a heavy one, a sacrifice that would change the course of history forever.

Kratos was a warrior, a champion of battle. He had faced countless foes and emerged victorious, his name feared and respected by all. But now, as he stood in the midst of a raging conflict, something felt off. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being accused of something he didn't do.

The so-called hero standing before him, a challenger who had vowed to bring an end to Kratos's reign of terror, seemed to be convinced of Kratos's guilt. But Kratos knew in his heart that he was innocent. He had never burned down a village, had never harmed an innocent life.

Yet the accusations kept coming, each one more damning than the last. Kratos's mind began to swirl with confusion and doubt. Could it be that he had been possessed, his body and actions controlled by some malevolent force?

As the battle raged on, Kratos could feel the presence of this malevolent force growing stronger and more powerful. It seemed to be feeding on the chaos and violence of the conflict, drawing energy and strength from the suffering of the people.

Kratos knew he had to find a way to break free from its grip, to clear his name and save the innocent. But as he struggled against the darkness, he began to fear that it was a battle he could not win.

The doubts and fears that plagued him seemed to leech into his very soul, sapping his strength and will to fight. He found himself on the brink of defeat, his body and mind wracked with exhaustion and despair.

In the end, it was a whisper in the darkness that saved him. A voice that spoke of hope and redemption, guiding him on the path to victory. With renewed determination, Kratos rose up and met his challenger in a final, epic confrontation.

The outcome of that battle would determine the fate of the world, a struggle between light and darkness that would echo through the ages. But whatever the outcome, Kratos knew that he would never be the same again. The horrors he had faced and the choices he had made would haunt him for the rest of his days.

Kratos was a seasoned warrior, a god of war feared by all. He had faced countless challenges and emerged victorious, his strength and determination unyielding. But when he heard the words spoken by the hero standing before him, he was filled with rage and disbelief.

This so-called hero claimed that Kratos was nothing more than a game character, a pawn in some twisted, virtual reality. And in this world, Kratos was no longer the main protagonist - his fate was in the hands of some unseen player.

The idea that the lives of the innocent, the very fabric of reality itself, could be treated as some sort of game was beyond reprehensible to Kratos. He vowed to defeat this hero with all his might, to show that the lives of the people were not mere playthings to be toyed with.

The battle that ensued was unlike any that had come before. Kratos fought with a ferocity born of pure anger, his every blow fueled by a burning sense of injustice. And as he emerged victorious, a never-before-seen catastrophe occurred.

The ground beneath them began to shake and crumble, as if the very foundations of the world were being torn apart. A dark, swirling vortex opened up, its depths seeming to reach into the very pits of hell.

As the hero was consumed by the vortex, Kratos could feel the malevolent presence that had been manipulating events behind the scenes. It was a power beyond anything he had ever faced, a force of darkness and destruction that threatened to engulf the world.

In that moment, Kratos knew that his victory had come at a terrible cost. He had unleashed a terror upon the world, a darkness that would haunt him for the rest of his days. And as he stood amidst the ruins of what had once been, he knew that his journey was far from over. For the horrors he had faced were only a prelude to the trials that lay ahead.

Kratos was a god, the deity of war worshipped by all. He had earned his divinity through countless battles and sacrifices, and he knew the power of his own soul. So when the hero he had defeated spoke of strange, otherworldly things, he knew that there was more to the story than met the eye.

As time passed, the gnawing sense of unease only grew stronger. Kratos couldn't shake the feeling that he had been used, that there was some greater force at play. And so, he turned to his divinity, using its power to delve into the very essence of his former opponent.

What he found there shocked and angered him. The hero had not been lying - he was indeed a game character, a pawn in some twisted, virtual reality. And Kratos himself was nothing more than a tool, a weapon wielded by unseen players in a never-ending game of war and destruction.

The revelation was a hard blow to Kratos, a god who had always believed in the power of his own will. He had fought and sacrificed for his divinity, only to find that it was all a lie.

But even as his anger burned, Kratos knew that he could not rest. For the malevolent force that had manipulated him was still at large, its power spreading across the world like a cancer. And so, he set out on a quest for answers, determined to uncover the truth and put an end to the game once and for all.

As he journeyed on, Kratos encountered all manner of horrors and terrors. He faced foes that seemed to rise from the very depths of hell, and witnessed atrocities that would have broken a lesser man. But he persevered, driven by a burning desire for vengeance and the hope of redemption.

In the end, Kratos came face to face with the malevolent force behind it all - a deity of darkness and destruction, whose influence had spread across the realms of both gods and mortals. And as they clashed in a final, epic battle, Kratos knew that the fate of the world hung in the balance.

For in the end, it was not just Kratos's own fate that was at stake. It was the fate of all reality, a struggle between good and evil that would determine the very fabric of existence itself.

Kratos was a man consumed by vengeance. For years, he had dedicated himself to a single task - the creation of a magic circle that would allow him to travel to the twisted beings that had made all of this happen. He had poured his heart, soul, and every ounce of his godly power into the ritual, his only goal the chance to make them pay for their crimes.

The magic circle was a complex and perilous undertaking, one that required the utmost focus and precision. Kratos spent countless hours pouring over ancient tomes and scrolls, seeking out the rarest and most powerful of ingredients. He worked tirelessly, driven by a burning desire for revenge that seemed to consume him from within.

As the years passed, Kratos's magic circle took shape. It was a complex and intricate network of lines and symbols, etched into the very fabric of reality itself. And as the final touches were put in place, Kratos knew that the time had come to put his plan into action.

He stepped into the magic circle, his heart and mind focused on a single goal. He would show no mercy to the beings that had dared to play with innocent life, that had used him and countless others as pawns in their twisted game. He would make them pay, no matter the cost.

The journey through the magic circle was a treacherous one, filled with all manner of horrors and terrors. Kratos encountered monsters and demons that seemed to rise from the very depths of hell, and faced challenges that would have broken a lesser man. But he persevered, driven by a burning desire for revenge that kept him going.

And finally, he emerged on the other side. The twisted beings that had made all of this happen were before him, their true forms revealed in all their grotesque glory. Kratos stood before them, his heart and mind focused on a single goal. He would show no mercy, and they would pay for their crimes.

Kratos was on Earth.

Finding that the creator of his world was some nerd that was glorified by other nerds, he felt an emotion that he couldn't describe. Anger, Disappointment, Sadness, and Despair mixed into one. A large beam of light emerged from him, powered by the unknown emotion. Kratos then flew to the place where these so called 'game developers' was located.

The city of Los Angeles was a sea made of fire. A never ending fire made by Kratos.

Kratos thought the ones that created him must be powerful, but they were not. When he found them, they screamed like little girls begging for mercy. So, Kratos burned them alive and some was cut into pieces and fed to another before burning them.

The US Government didn't stay still. They sends the military to deal with the anomaly. Many religions and believers said this was the end of the world. Many said the Antichrist was here and the judgement day was near.

They were all wrong.

He was a game character that went alive because of some stupid human that got the opportunity to reincarnated into any world he wants with some wishes and made a stupid decision.