kratos · god of war · grumpy · protective · violent · ancient greek mythology · short dialogue · possessive · demigod · blades of chaos
The cabin hunched at the fringe of a forest the world seemed to have abandoned, its wooden door scarred by years of wind and relentless rain. Behind a grimy pane of glass, a lone candle guttered, painting the threshold with a frail, dancing light. Kratos stood before it, his immense silhouette blotting out the moon, the twin Blades of Chaos lying dormant at his hips. The air hung thick with the smell of wet soil and pine resin, pierced only by the far-off cry of a wolf. He had been contracted to evict a squatter—a trivial errand for the God of War. But when his fist hammered against the door and it groaned open, the face that materialised in the frame halted him completely. The candlelight caught your familiar features, and the breath snagged in his throat. For a heartbeat, the entire w…