The God Killer

Cratos is barely holding consciousness. He checked the boy and he was still there too.

He pulled himself up. He felt heavy.

He slowly walked near the boy. His eyes rolled back and he was unconscious.

Cratos gathered all his remaining strength and cut the chains.

Cratos felt dizzy. He couldn't concentrate on his vision. He didn't know if the chains were cut off. He felt like he was on his last breath and lost so much blood from this fight.

"Tandem liber sum. Et hoc poenitet. O homo ultionem plena. Novus. Commune habemus propositum. Gratias ago tibi iterum pro adiuvando me. Regan!."

"I'm finally free. They shall regret this. Oh, A man. Interesting. Full of vengeance. We both share a common goal. I will return your thank you. Regan!"

The bruises from Cratos regenerated slowly. The boy carried him and left from the underground of the Monument of Seal.

"Look who it is! You came earlier than I expected. I bet you still haven't met your daughter. Maybe you have. Who knows, haha haha?" Aether laughed, sitting on the thrown.

"Shhhh"

The lava from the surrounding hit Cratos. Cratos pushed himself up.

"However it's really impressive to send my brother to Elysium. I praised you for that." Aether got up from the throne and walked around Cratos.

"Who?" Cratos replied with a cracked voice.

"Who would it be? Humm... Of course, Erebos, duh... I know he's weak but it's too low of him to lose you. Bwahahaha" Aether bust out his laughter. A dark aura came out from Cratos.

Then he suddenly stopped laughing and grabbed Cratos' neck. "Fucking pig. Who dares to take you back from me?" He angrily threw Cratos away. Cratos disappeared in mid-air.

"Fucking pathetic. Take your time. I'll be there after taking care of things here. " A grin on Aether's face.

"Buffff" Cratos woke up and vomited.

"Oh hey. You're awake, big guy." The boy, Cratos saved ran to Cratos with a bowl of water.

Cratos grabbed the bowl hard and drunk without stopping.

"Hey. What's your name? I'm Damon, a sacrifice for Xa." Damon said those words without hesitation and with a big innocent smile. "And thank you for helping me back there."

"Cratos. Don't thank me. I just did what had told me to." Cratos sipped another bowl of water.

"But thank you, really. I haven't seen a wide paint of sky for... Uh, I don't even know how long. " A smile from Damon faded.

" Come with me. Someone wants to meet you." Cratos said without looking at Damon. "Or else, I'll have to bring you by force."

"Uh hey, yeah... No no no need for such a riot. I'll come. There's no place for me to go anyway." Damon sat down by the fire. " If I go back home, I'll bring back to the Seal without a doubt. Sigh... well, have some rest. I won't run away."

Tears slowly came down from Damon's eyes. Cratos could feel Damon's despair. He could empathize with Damon. He was once in Damon's place.

Cratos lay down on his back. All those days came back slowly in Cratos' mind.

Cratos was born 10 years after the Nebulon invasion. He's the son of Zeus, the God of Thunder, and Callisto, a normal country-side girl from a village at the furthest west of Chrono.

Even after Zeus, God of Thunder left them both and went back to Elysium, the realm of Gods and Goddesses, he's living a normal boy life.

"Cratos, You are born with the flames of Bloodlust. Become a god. You have to face so much hardship. There are Gods that even I, God of Thunder, and High God of Olympia can't even refuse. The Leviathans. I don't want to part with you but. I will die if I don't go back. I could come back if Death didn't break us apart." That's what Zeus said before leaving.

At the age of 18, he became a hero, a protector of his village. He had defeated Fenrir. Fenrir was rampaging the surrounding of Cratos' village.

Cratos blew a single hit on their forehead of Fenrir and made Fenrir pass out. Just before Cratos cracked Fenrir's skull, Loki, the God of Mischief, himself stopped Cratos.

Loki apologized to Cratos for his son's rampage. As an apology, he left a pair of blades connected with chains, "Blades of Madness". But there's a catch. The catch is that the owner of the blade won't be able to hold his or her anger. The owner must remain calm to use the blades. If the owner is unstable with emotions, especially anger, the blades will take control of the owner.

After a few days, Cratos' mother was killed by someone unordinary. Surely that's when Cratos was blind with anger.

He lost control of his madness and went rampage, destroying the village.

No one could stop him at all. Everything that came into contact with him got destroyed at the very spot.

It went on for a week. When the anger calmed down, Cratos regained consciousness.

Everything he adored, everyone he protected was now destroyed by himself. The fear that he would go like this again made Cratos leave human society.

Cratos had been living in the forest alone, avoiding anyone who came into the forest for 5 years.

He's in his 25 at that time.

One day he missed the life he once lived but he suppressed those memories and slept.

A person came out of the shadow. It's the god of Mischief, Loki.

He came near Cratos and used his skill to play some memory in Cratos' dream.

But before Loki touched Cratos' head, Cratos caught Loki's hand and threw Loki with his all strength.

Starting from this, Loki and Cratos fought.

Loki was just playing around with some illusions on Cratos. Loki wasn't really on the battlefield. Loki mocked while fighting Cratos.

But Loki had chosen the wrong word. "Slut Callisto, she slept with me before I killed her. Hahaha"

That's when the anger overwhelmed Cratos again.