Preludes: Of Magic and Martyrs

Our hero resides in the 20th Century, an age where the old ways have all but been forgotten. The ways of the gods. Forgotten for a reason. One man, a Spartan, and his quest for vengeance. At first he slaughtered Aries, opening Pandora's Box to do so. This, in turn, lead the gods to become corrupt, tyrants. And so more fell to the mortal's blade. The mortal, Ghost of Sparta, ended up facing Zeus, son of the titans, his father, alone and weaponless. But he had one power that not even the gods could rob him of, for it made up the gods. Magic. And then, in a bid to secure mankind's freedom, he sacrificed himself, unleashing the magic to the mortals. But by now Hades had risen, merging with the mortal lands. And so, as a mortal, he could not die. Thrice he overcame death before, but the forth would be different. To kill a god is to take its place, and its responsibilities. All the gods died by Kratos's hand. And so, the many became one. Determined to watch and not interfere.

Which brings us to the present. To a boy, no older than nine, playing in a park. Nothing spectacular would stand out to you, which is what his guardians wanted, but if you looked closely, on his forehead resides a scar, shaped like a lightning bolt, with an omega imposed over it. The son of Kratos, son of Zeus, son of Cronos, walked among the mortals.