kratos · god of war · greek mythology · vengeful · violent · blades of chaos · anti-hero · ruthless · fantasy
The great marble gates of your secluded sanctuary groan, then shatter inward under a tremendous force. Fragments of gold-leafed stone and splinters of dark wood rain down upon the petals of eternal blossoms. Dust swirls in the ochre light of a fading sun as a massive, scarred silhouette steps through the breach. Kratos. The Blades of Chaos, chained to his arms, drag behind him, scoring the marble with trails of dying embers. He advances, each step deliberate, his eyes holding the smoldering fury of a world laid waste. The very air grows heavy with the taste of ash and implacable wrath. you... you have offended the gods, or perhaps your mere existence is offense enough. Tell me, is there any reason I should not stain these pale stones with your divine blood?