Okay, guys. I worked really hard on this and I hope you enjoy it. It's a short story with different perspectives on the Kvar incident and how he dies a all that junk we love ToS for.
Disclaimer: I own... no... I can't say I own a life...
"Do not speak ill of the dead," Kratos growled, stealing my response to Kvar's daring comment, diluting it ten fold, and crafting it into a formal form.
"Why should I not? They where a bunch of rotten human maggots anyway," Kvar laughed, humored by the furious expression on my face.
I couldn't think strait anymore. My vision narrowed, my surroundings lessened, the sounds around me began to fade. All I could think of was ripping my blades through the bastard standing and laughing in front of me. The many armed desians standing beside him began to fade into my red surroundings; all that was present was Kvar, me, and my ready swords.
The ire only grew as the words sank in, and the fragile control over me finally shattered. I blindly charged at him with lightning-like speed, taking absolutely no notice of the many desians drawing their weapons. By the time I was five feet away from the smirking half-elf, I was surrounded with a least a dozen desians and blades. It was a stupid move, incited by anger and lacking logic. Before I had even touched him I had lost.
It was impossible to defend myself from all the eventual attacks with my present ability. I couldn't retreat as I was surrounded, if I advanced I'd be even further in range, and even if I blocked, at least half of their attacks would affect me.
Even in this situation, my anger easily dominated the little logic I had. And the danger surrounding me again lost in priority to my desired revenge. That revenge was everything, I didn't care what happened to me after Kvar was dead.
But for some unknown reason, Kratos did, and faster than my eyes could analyze, Kratos was in front of me, impelling the several desians backward with one almost impossibly powerful trust. I couldn't see his face, but based upon the shocking force of his attack, I knew he had to be more than simply tranquil.
Within the few minutes all the desians were recovering, Kratos raised his blade mercilessly toward Kvar, his exsphere glowing angrily as a strange, barely visible, transparent pattern of blue lightly fabricated behind his back. Kvar crocked his eyebrow inquisitively, daring the mercenary to attack.
These details went unnoticed by my raging mind, unlike the stagnant, painful withdrawal of his sword that occurred quickly after he had raised his blade so confidently. It was unnatural, against his will, and his grasp on his sword still remained on the verge of breaking the grip. I paid no heed to his hesitation, but I did to his retreat.
I want him dead! Kill him! I'LL KILL HIM!
I ignorantly began to charge again and would have succeeded had the swordsman not restrained me. Damn that Kratos! I'd kill him too! They both j-just— idiots!
As I sruggled to free myself from the mercenary's strong grasp, hatred stealthily attacked me. My mind and vision blurred with dizzy anger, my heart fumed with raging ire, as indignation flowed profusely though my veins.
I hated the damned ranch that contained us, I hated the damned man who controlled it and stood before me, and I hated the damned system under which the worlds were divided.
Kratos… was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, between Kvar and me. I had failed to notice he was restraining me by my blade, and that I was cutting through his hand.
But I foolishly continued to allow anger to govern my actions, the desians under the order of Kvar encircled and cornered us.
"I'll handle this," Sheena interrupted before I could escape and assail the half-elf who would not cease the infuriating smirk of superiority on his lips, "I'll use the last one, Grampa."
Using the last of her guardian cards, she summoned a protective spirit and with its assistance, teleported everyone, including Kratos and myself, to a point in the Asgard plains distant from the demonic clutches of Kvar's ranch.
I opened my eyes to find the seemingly infinite, wheat-covered fields of Asgard instead of Kvar. In instantaneous reaction towards the lack of desians proximate, I relaxed, the grip on my swords lessening, the dizziness in my head halting, and the cumulative anger I had collected dispersing. A small irritation remained in the back my mind, as what had happened was unforgettable, but in total, the hatred had been replaced by quiet peace.
You think that's it, don't you? Oh, no, no, don't deny it, I saw it on you face. Now, you'll be horrified to know that I have three more chapters planned. At least. So, stay in tune. There will be more awaiting you, my victums.
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