Kratos lifted his head. He thought he saw another tortured soul
fly by. He couldn't tell, the underworld was a dark place. It had
been a full year today that he killed himself. Kratos felt a
tickling sensation in his stomach. A bug was crawling through the
hole in his stomach again. Kratos picked it up and through it agiast
a rock. It splattered, thin green blood splattered across the ground.
"Good evening, spartan." Athena said, carrying a plate of food.
After his death, Kratos and Athena have been, in a way, dateing.
"Thank you, Athena," said Kratos glumly, taking an apple core
and chomping of the top half of it.
"What's wrong?" Athena asked. Athena could always tell when
there was something troubling him.
"I miss it, Athena. I miss the excitement of adventures. I miss
the blood of my enemies shed all over my chest. I'm glad Zeus is dead,
but I want new enemies to fight. New challenges to conquer."
"It is in your nature to want to keep fighting, Kratos. After
all, you are a Spartan." Athena told him. Kratos sighed. Athena
bent over and kissed him. "Tell you what Kratos, I will let you take
me to your bed tonight."
Kratos just stared at her. "You speak to me as though I am a
child. I accept your offer." Kratos said. Athena grinned. And then,
in a sudden flash of light, a soul ran by and grabbed Athena. The
soul ran off with the screams and yells of Athena.
"ATHENA!" yelled Kratos as he ran as fast as he could after the
soul that took his beloved goddess.