Helloooooooooooooooooooooo my friends! Here is za multi chapter sequel to Ghastly Vision!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Legend of Zelda or God of War, only any OCs that will be making an appearance.

WARNING: This story will contain graphic violence, reader discretion is advised.

ENJOY ZA FIRST CHAPTER!


Greece

Kratos, the Ghost of Sparta, former God of War, Slayer of the Olympians, laid in a pool of his own blood, a massive gaping wound in his torso. His vision started to fade slowly as he felt the life drain from, while taking one last look at the world around him, a world he had created, one of complete and total chaos.

He had done it. To quench his thirst for vengeance, Kratos had slain the Gods of Olympus, including his father, Zeus, the King of Olympus. And in doing so, he had set the apocalypse in motion. Without Poseidon, the oceans flood the lands. Without Hades, the souls of the Underworld ran amok, cursed to never find their afterlife salvation. Without Helios, the sun was blocked out, shrouding the land of Greece in a mix of eternal twilight and night. Without Hermes, disease runs rampant, infecting anything that had not been touched by the chaos. Without Hera, the vegetation had been sucked dry. And lastly, without Zeus, any hope of reversing what Kratos had done was lost.

As he felt the life within him slip further away, Kratos took a trip down memory lane to that day, a day that happened decades ago, yet he remembered it as if it happened yesterday. He and his Spartan army had gone against the barbarians to the east, the savages were threatening the home of all Spartans, Sparta. Although they were hopelessly outnumbered, Kratos was confident that he and his Spartan brothers would emerge victorious.

How wrong he was.

The battle lasted hours, and the Spartans fell faster than the barbarians. Their training and discipline did nothing to turn the tide of the carnage. Kratos himself was on the verge of being defeated by the barbarian king. Not ready to go down, Kratos made a decision that he would forever regret.

He had called upon the assistance of the God of War; Ares.

In exchange for saving his life, Kratos pledged his allegiance to the war god. Ares happily and sinisterly obliged, casting his terrible and wrathful power down on the helpless barbarians.

What came next, Kratos would never forget. How could he? He had wielded those demonic blades for so long, they have essentially become a part of him.

The Blades of Chaos.

He could still remember the sheer agonizing pain he felt when the chains coiled themselves around his arms like snakes before searing themselves into his flesh and leaving permanent burn marks in the shape of the chain links.

He had taken so many innocent lives with those weapons in his conquest in the name of Ares, but there are two victims that he would never forget of the faces of; Lysandra and Calliope, his wife and daughter.

Kratos had never felt so destroyed since the night his brother Demios was taken by Ares and Athena, until that night when he and his men had raided a village that housed a temple of Athena. How broken he felt as he stared down at the lifeless bodies of his own wife and daughter, the two people he cared about the most, slain by his own blades, his hands stained with their blood. His sorrow soon morphed into rage when the visage of Ares formed out of a nearby fire, gloating how Kratos would become even stronger now that his wife and child are out of the picture. It was at that moment Kratos knew that Lysandra and Calliope were not at the temple by chance. No, Ares had transported them there, in an attempt to have Kratos sever what very little humanity he had left.

In his rage and pain, Kratos renounced his servitude to Ares, but a blood oath to a god is not so easily broken. The death of his family had taken a huge mental toll on Kratos' mind, to the point where he could not see properly, mainly illusions. With the help of Orkos, Kratos was able to regain his senses by defeating the Furies, Alecto, Megaera, and Tisiphone. Unfortunately, Orkos had revealed to Kratos that the Furies had made Orkos his oath keeper before they were brutally defeated, despite their efforts. Orkos then revealed that in order to be free of the God of War, Kratos had to kill Orkos. Reluctantly, Kratos stabbed Orkos in the chest, freeing both men from their bond to Ares. After Kratos burned down his home in Sparta, he then set off to pledge himself to the other gods of Olympus.

His rage never left him, though. For as long as Kratos could remember, it remained within him, boiling like trapped magma, threatening to be unleashed in disastrous proportions, and it has. Several times.

Then finally, the day had come to take his vengeance on his former master, the day he became the new God of War. However, despite his ten years of service to gods, his sins were forgiven, but he was not relieved of his nightmares that plagued his mind. And his rage grew ever stronger.

For twenty two years, Kratos reigned as the new God of War, proving to be far more brutal and ruthless then even Ares. Dozens of cities fell under the might of his Spartan army, who had worshipped Kratos more than predecessor.

His relentless path of conquest and destruction made Kratos a threat in the eyes of his father, Zeus. The King of Olympus suspected that his son was plotting to overthrow him and rule Olympus for himself. Sealing his deathly fate, Zeus killed Kratos, but the latter was saved by the Titan Gaia. Under her deceitful aid, Kratos traveled to the Temple of the Sisters of Fate. Although their power is above even the Olympians, Lahkesis, Atropos, and Clotho fell to Kratos' wrath, and he used their power to go back when Zeus betrayed him, almost successful in killing him, but then Athena sacrificed herself by jumping in front of Kratos' blade, who immediately regretted.

Kratos then traveled back in time to retrieve the Titans and brought them back to his own time, thus starting the second Great War. Ultimately, Kratos was betrayed by the Titans, and that is when the true bloodshed began. Kratos killed any and all mortal, beast, god, and titan that stood in his way, eventually defeating Zeus himself.

And now, here he was, laying in a pool of his own blood, a massive gaping wound in his torso where he had plunged the Blade of Olympus, releasing the power of Hope to whatever was left of Greece's population. He didn't know what was waiting for him in the Underworld, but he did know one thing.

After so many years of endless pain, torment, loss, and betrayal, it would all finally come to an end. He, at long last, would find peace. With a slight smile, Kratos closed his eyes for the final time.

Or so he thought.

It seems fate has other plans for the Ghost of Sparta. High above in the sky, a goddess from a land far, far from Greece looked down upon the dying former God of War. A great evil was looming on her beloved land. While she did not doubt the skills of her chosen champions, but she still feared the chance of failure.

"He has good within him." The goddess spoke in a soothing, angelic voice. "He has simply been consumed by his anger and hatred. With a chance for redemption, Kratos can find the peace he so rightfully deserves."

With that said, the goddess waved her hands and they emitted a golden glow. From the sky, a bright beam of heavenly lighted shined down upon the former God of War, illuminating the area. Kratos' body slowly lifted into the air as golden particles swirled around him. Slowly, the wound he had inflicted upon himself healed, then was sealed completely. The light's brightness intensified, more and more. Then it disappeared completely, along with the Ghost of Sparta.


Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand that concludes za first chapter! But I do intend to edit this one though. Also, I am open to suggestions for this story, so feel free to PM me!

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