So this shall be a crossover between Spider-man and God of War, two franchises that couldn't be anymore opposite of one another. On one side you got the very mortal Spider-man always fighting the good fight and being a relatable hero that we all root for while on the other side you have the epic badass Anti-hero Kratos that more or less brought about the end times for Greece because he has anger issues.
And trust issues.
And Greek Gods being general assholes.
And Kratos being a asshole, but a awesome one.
Look the first several GOW games are basically what happens when two opposing sides are equally assholes that happen to want the other side dead.
Now let's move on to what your all really here for... the pairings! Given that most women of note in the GOW universe are Goddesses, most of whom you kill, and or other supernatural creatures, again most of whom you kill, the only real paring with Peter in this story will be with Freya annnnnd... A genderbent Kratos because I happen to see a few pictures of a attractive woman cosplaying of Kratos and felt myself questioning things, so many things. Also a few other Nordic and Greek women of the Godly variety.
The story will pick up shortly after the events of God of War 3 and will take place during the apparent 150 or so year gap between GOW 3 and GOW 4. Don't know if it was exactly a 150 but considering that Tyr's temple, which held a bust with Kratos in it, had been underwater for a 150 years we'll just go with it.
Could be just Kratos when he was still serving the Gods or even Ares, who knows?
Also Peter's name for this story is Petros, which is Greek. Not sure it it's ancient Greek but fuck it it's the closet thing I could find. As for the now female Kratos in this story, whelp we're sticking with the name Kratos because I have no idea if there's even a feminine version of the name so it's staying. Now because Kratos is a woman in this story, her history will be different from her male counterpart's though largely the same in other regards. She at one point had a family, pledged herself to Ares, became his servant, killed in his name, eventually tricked into killing her family and you know what happens next only this Kratos dressed proactively and had... boobies!
Also I know the game gave us a rough ballpark of Freya's banishment thing being some hundred years prior to the start of the game but let's push it back to 150, not long after the World Serpent appeared and the Giants were butchered by Gorr- I mean Thor and Mimir's imprisonment not long after that.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel or God of War characters seen, mentioned or used.
Petros was never a very important God in the grand scheme of things.
True he held a rather respectable sphere as the God of Spiders and often crated unrivaled silk threads for the likes of Athena to use in her weaving, and had helped Hephaestus on a few projects, but for the most part, Petros was a rather... average Olympian. Not that he minded, in fact he actually preferred it. That wasn't to say Petros shunned responsibility, it was just he never saw a reason to go above and beyond for others sake.
After all, what could he, a lowly god, accomplish?
So when people, mortals, humans to be specific, did happen to cross his path and requested something from him, be it a blessing of some sort of advice, Petros would point them in the direction of Gods that could be of use. Petros wouldn't call it laziness per say, more of he didn't see himself qualified for the task asked of him, that and he didn't see much of a reward in helping random mortals with problems they could either solve themselves or find a God that was willing to take their time in helping them, like Athena.
And for a time, Petros was content, and his life was reasonably good because of it. Most days when he wasn't supplying Athena with silk, he was roaming the mansions of Olympus, often trying to find some of the supposed secrets that Hephaestus and some of the Cyclopes had left in the city's construction and expansion over the centuries.
Then Ares, the God of War and a constant tormentor for Petros and many other Olympians, was slain and his title and station was taken and gifted to the Ghost of Sparta, Kratos. Petros, like most of the other Olympians, was in absolute shock at not only the original God of War's death, but his slayer was granted the status of Godhood and given her former master's station, something practically unheard of since the days of the Titans. And not long afterwards, it became quickly apparent that while Ares was a bloodthirsty dog that reveled in conflict, his successor Kratos was like a rabid wolf, lashing out at everything and everyone with blind wrathful abandon. If Petros was a lesser God, he would've made a joke about it but the woman's sheer brutality and rage quieted his words.
As time went on Petros, and others went before Zeus many times, asking the King of the Gods reign the newcomer in, but their pleas either went unheard, or Kratos defied Zeus's commands. Either way, the new Goddess of War grew so out of control that Zeus himself stepped in and stripped the Goddess of most of her power and station before seemingly killing her with the Blade of Olympus itself.
And Petros, like many other of his fellow Gods thought that would be the end of things...
'Shows what we know... should've cut her damn head off' Petros thought with a wince as a ball of fire flew over the Olympian's head and slammed into a tower above him, igniting the pillar of marble and gold on fire and causing a few bits of the stone to fall down around him.
Petros, like many other Gods taking part in this battle, was adorned in Godly forged bronze armor created by Hephaestus himself before his banishment to Hades. It covered the Spider God from head to toe in a dark blue, almost black plates with a pearl white colored spider web pattern on the armor's full face helmet, upper and front torso, forearms, shins and feet. The eye holes were covered by a similar substance though it was transparent enough for Petros to see out of and lessen the harsh light of the fires raging before him.
"Thing feels tighter than I remember..." Petros said to himself as he reached up and adjusted the metal shoulder pauldron as best he could.
He felt... constricted wearing such heavy armor, but he wasn't bold enough to run around half nude like some of his fellow Gods were in this battle. He'd like to end this day without missing a limb or two if he could help it, thanks.
Several hours ago, the peace and tranquility of Mount Olympus had been finally broken when Kratos had seemingly returned from the ream of Hades with a small army of Titans after her supposed death at Rhodes at the hands of Zeus himself. Said king of the Gods quickly rallied the rest of the Gods to the defense of their kingdom and within the first hour of the battle, The Olympians had killed several of the immortal invaders, and Zeus himself drove both Gaia and Kratos back to the mortal city of Omlympia below but at the cost of Poseidon and tens of thousands of Olympic Sentries, Centaurs, Satyrs and numerous automatons created by Hephaestus.
Now the Siege of Olympus was turning to a battle for attrition against the Titans, turning their own limited numbers and little knowledge of Olympus's layout against them. Not that it seemed to matter to the gigantic beings, their power more than made up for their limited number, as they tore through the city of Olympia.
'Speaking of war...' Petros thought as he turned to Heracles, Olympus's champion and chosen commander for the siege and another one of Zeus's many sons turned God "Heracles!"
The Son of Zeus, his head covered in a custom sized helmet and his Nemean Cestus gauntlets hanging from his belt, paused in his discussion with several centaur generals and turned towards the God of Spiders with a look of annoyance and anger "What is it insect?"
"Where's Athena?" Petros asked with a frown as he risked a glance at some of the Titans that were rampaging throughout Olympia and the lower levels of Olympus above from the initial battle between the two immortal races "No offense, but your 'talents' would probably be better used down there than up here strategizing"
Heracles scowled at Petros' words but he could find no fault in his logic. With a heavy sigh, he gestured for the Centaurs to disperse "Athena was slain not long before the siege began. She died saving Zeus from the bitch that now attacks us"
Petros's eyes widened at this "Athena's dead?!"
Well, that would explain why no ones' seen her since this whole mess started. With her in command of Olympus's forces, the Titans wouldn't have gotten nearly as far as they had. Though Petros was surprised that Kratos had actually killed her sister given how close the two seemed, or at the very least Kratos didn't hate Athena as much as she did the rest of Olympus.
"Yes" Heracles nodded with something close to sadness before he noticed a Satyr rushing towards him with an urgent expression on his face.
Without even bothering to give his leave, Heracles turned and strode towards the warrior, leaving Petros alone on the ledge and watch as Helios pelted the Titan army, or what was left of it, with blasts of sun fire from his flying Sun Chariot. With the way half the mountain was on fire, and the death of one of the Three God Kings, maybe even two if the rumors Petros has heard were true in regards to hades' current state, along with several others, it looked like the end of the world to the God of Spiders.
"I knew Zeus shouldn't have allowed Kratos to take Ares' place" Petros growled in anger and annoyance as he began to pace the ledge "Fucking knew it!"
To this day Petros still couldn't understand Zeus' reasoning, sure he's heard the rumors that Kratos was his daughter but that still shouldn't have guaranteed her to take Ares's spot after his death. The King of the Gods could have easily rolled the position into Athena's sphere since she was already a Goddess of War. A much more level headed and restrained Goddess at that.
Suddenly another tremor rocked the city and Petros saw Helios's chariot shot down and plummet towards the buildings below. The God of Spiders couldn't tell if it was one of the Titans or even Kratos herself that took the God of the Sun down. Sparing a brief glance back at Heracles to see the God was still occupied issuing orders to the Satyrs, Petros leaped off the ledge he was on and shot a golden colored web line from his wrist and used it to swing towards the incapacitated Sun God. If Petros thought walking and running around in heavy bronze armor was touch, trying to swing in it was even harder, the shoulder pauldrons really limited his arms' reach and flexibility, forcing him to rely more on quick web ziplines to reach his destination.
"Don't be late, don't be late, don't be late, don't be la- oh come on!" Petros groaned as suddenly the sun above seemed to fade and was quickly replaced by dark foreboding clouds.
It seemed that Helios was now dead, which meant Kratos had gotten to him... or a Titan... or both Kratos and a Titan. Or maybe even Apollo, the little twat, the twin brother of Artemis has made mentions that he wanted to take Helios's place as God of the sun lately.
"Of course the little twerp shows up now after all this time and only to help himself" Petros said to himself with an eye roll as he landed on he remains of a small building, half of it's roof was caved in while a fire raged within.
Petros looked around for signs of the fallen Sun God, and his killer, before he was greeted to a sight that would haunt him for years to come. It was Kratos... and in her hands, the severed head of Helios, his eyes and mouth still glowing with the power of the sun and blood leaking from the shredded remains of his neck.
"By the severed parts of Ouranos..." Petros whispered with growing dread and terror.
The former God of War seemed unaware of Petros's presence, and casually strapped the severed head of Helios to her red and gold colored loincloth's belt. She scanned her surroundings, causing Petros to quickly seek cover behind a knocked over pillar and attempt to steady his erratic heartbeat.
Petros knew he wasn't a fighter, he was no great warrior or bearer of great magical power, or carried some great and all powerful tool or weapon. at the end of the day he was just a typical run of the mill Olympian that came about as a result of a drunken tryst between his mother Arachne and Hephaestus following the latter's discovery of Aphrodite's unfaithfulness to him with Ares of all beings. True he took more after his mother in that he gained powers that made him akin to a spider, creating webs, shapeshifting into a spider and climbing on walls and most other surfaces, and a degree of slightly greater than average strength that a typical Olympian possessed, but his powers weren't exactly special since half the Pantheon could do similar things if they so desired.
So facing off against a bloodthirsty woman with several decades of combat experience compared to his literal none on top of having the power to kill Gods as powerful as Poseidon and Helios wasn't exactly his smartest move... like at all.
'Curse my loyalty to Zeus and Olympus' Petros thought as he peeked his head out from his cover and watched Kratos slowly turn to leave, likely to head farther up the city and eventually the mountain to confront Zeus when several Sentries appeared to challenge her and avenge Helios's death.
With a cry full of the promise of pain and rage, Kratos charged towards the Sentries with her blades, so similar to the ones that she used when under Ares's thrall but clearly not. Petros watched from his hiding spot as the mortal turned God practically slaughter the undead warriors with a ruthlessness that beguiled her seemingly exotic and contradictory appearance.
The Spartan woman had a notable savage and primal beauty about her that no one could deny, Petros would even admit it was close to par with Aphrodite's own sensual beauty. Her pale white skin, the result of the ashes of her family being magically affixed to her body, her bright red body tattoo, shoulder blade length black hair, shaved on the left side where her tattoo was, and a lean athletic body drew the eyes of many men and women. The fact she cladded herself in revealing leathers that were reminiscent of the attire of Spartan Warriors didn't hurt either.
The only thing that did mar her appearance, in Petros's opinion, was the fact she was always scowling and snarling at people. And when she spoke to others, her voice which could've lulled a demon to sleep with it's soft gentleness was always spewing venomous insults and bards at others.
'Would it have killed the bitch to be polite even once?' Petros thought as he watched Kratos cut down a dozen Sentries with a single slash of her Blades, leaving a wake of flames as the enchanted metal passed through the body of each Sentry and reduced them to either smoldering piles of ash or chunks of burning meat and armor.
Once the Sentries were dealt with, in a rather brutal and terrifying fashion Petros might add, the God of War suddenly turned straight towards Petros and met his eyes with her own.
'Shit...' Petros thought with growing terror as the red tattooed beauty stared him down before she began to rapidly approach his hiding spot.
Seeing he was discovered, Petros quickly turned and shot a web out to swing away with before the line was suddenly cut by one of Kratos's accursed blades. The God's eyes watched with horror as his webbing quickly burned away and before Petros could shoot another out, he suddenly turned and found himself face to face with the current scourge of Olympus.
"Petros..." the murderous woman said with something... not quite a snarl but not quite pleasant either.
"Kratos..." Petros said as he felt his heartbeat skyrocket from being in the woman's presence, and it wasn't because of her viscous beauty.
"Where is Zeus you little bug?" Kratos demanded with a glare, the fires around the two lightly reflecting off the golden armlet Kratos had on.
"Probably on Olympus still" Petros said as he made a show of cupping his chin in deep thought "Either in the company of Hera, poor bastard, or some young pretty thing that's caught his attention... poor whoever that is"
The former God of War rolled her eyes at this and made to brush past the God of Spiders when Petros held out an arm, causing her to stop and slowly turn towards him with a snarl.
"If you wish for an audience with Zeus, I'm afraid you can't see him so heavily armed" Petros said as he struggled to keep his voice calm, hoping that the deadly beauty would not hear the very real terror he felt now.
He isn't quite sure what compelled him to hold his arm out and block the former God of War, perhaps the terror he felt from her had momentarily subsided and he was filled with a boost of misplaced courage. Or perhaps he was more afraid of what Zeus will do to him once he hears that Petros allowed Kratos to pass unchallenged.
Either way, he was likely fucked.
"Move little bug... or you will be joining your fellow Gods in death" Kratos hissed as her grip on one of her blades' handles tightened "My quarrel is with Zeus, not you!"
Petros hummed at this "I could, I could... but only if you ask nic-"
The God's words were caught off as he stepped back before Kratos's blade found it's mark in his chest cavity. Before he could even respond to the attempted stabbing, he was forced to duck under another slash from the rage filled woman before leaping back as she used the mystical properties of her deadly blades to reach out with their chains and attempt to gut him when he moved beyond the reach of her arms. Luckily it seemed that Kratos underestimated how fast Petros could move, even in full armor, and a part of him hoped that she was still tired from her fight back up to this point.
'Who am I kidding, she's apparently died twice and still kept kicking. She's probably just toying with me...' Petros thought with dismay as he did his best to weave his way around, past and over Kratos's blades, using his webs and natural agility to keep ahead of the dangerous weapons.
Eventually Petros grew too restless with just evading and decided to try and catch the former God of War by surprise by going on the offensive. Ducking under a wide slash from Kratos's blades, Petros shot two web lines towards the red tattooed woman and watched as the lines landed on her torso. Kratos looked down in confusion only for a moment before her eyes widened in realization before Petros pulled himself forward and sent a armored fist right into the woman's face, using his momentum, weight and own raw strength to knock the woman to the ground. A normal human's head would've been absolutely pulverized by Petros's blow, but to someone as powerful and as durable as Kratos, it was a painful sting at worst.
With a yell, Kratos jumped back to her feet and quickly seized Petros before he could pull away, her grip began to crush the armor around his wrists as the dark haired woman brought the God of Spiders into a viscous headbutt. The force of the blow dented the crown of Petros's helmet and caused the metal to dig into his head a little before Kratos shoved the God back and sent her foot into his armored torso.
KOOOOOM!
Petros felt the air knocked out of him as he was sent flying before he felt twin stabs of pain in his chest that violently stopped his momentum before yanking him back towards a enraged Kratos. It didn't take a Oracle to see that Kratos decided to somewhat copy Petros's move only to replace his webs with the blades of Chaos, or Athena or whatever the hell the name of the woman's weapons were.
'She goes through more Blades than Zeus does women' Petros thought dimly as he felt himself being twirled around by Kratos's blades before the hold on his torso gave, along with a few bits of flesh and blood and was sent flying across the courtyard and into a wall.
KOOOOM!
Dust went up everywhere and quickly mixed with some of the smoke from the raging fires around the two, creating a nauseating cloud that left Petros coughing and struggling to breath, not that the two gaping blade holes in his chest helped.
"This... went... much b-better... in... my head..." Petros groaned in pain as he tried to pick himself up off the ground before he felt Kratos's foot slam into his back, knocking the wind out of him again and very nearly shattering his spine.
With an enraged yell, Kratos reached down and grabbed Petros by the nape of his neck and his thigh and and lifted him up over her head before slamming him back into the ground. The force of the impact cracked the stone and sent Petros into further pain before he was violently kicked in the side and sent flying across to the other side of the courtyard. Petros wasn't certain what he hit but it caused him to come to a sudden and painful halt. It could've been a column, part of a building that was demolished by the Titans, or even something as simple as a wall. Either way it was solid enough to withstand Petros's body slamming into it and allowed the wounded god to slump to the ground.
'Really starting to regret passing up those self defense lessons Athena was offering...' Petros thought with a pained whimper as he tried to climb back to his feet only for his arms to give out and allow him to fall face first into a pile of stone.
Than again, Petros doubted that learning any sort of actual fighting would've helped, he was facing a woman that's taken on the likes Ares, Poseidon, Athena and killed them all. The fact he's even lasted this long was more than likely Kratos didn't see him as a genuine threat to go all out against, or perhaps she liked to play with her opponents first.
"You should've fled little insect" Kratos growled in anger and a hint of grim amusement in her tone as she approached Petros, holding something in her hands that seemed to radiate power.
"Y-Y-Yo-oo... a-a-nd... m-meee... b-b-both" Petros coughed as he propped himself up by his elbows and looked up to see what it was the former God of War was holding...
The Blade of Olympus.
'Of fuck me-' Petros thought before Kratos suddenly lifted the blade up and stabbed it down into Petros's body with a yell, causing he God of Spiders to let loose a agonized scream that could've been heard for miles if half of Olympus wasn't seemingly screaming in pain itself.
Petros wasn't sure how long he screamed for, all he knew was that his screams were cut off by the sudden influx of blood up his throat and out his mouth, dripping from beneath his helmet and on to his body. With a grunt, Kratos lifted the blade up, Petros's body still impaled on it and lifted him into the sky before turning and throwing him off her sword.
The God of Spiders didn't even bother to make a sound ass he skipped across the ground until he came to a sickening stop by a ledge that also doubled as part of the edge of the city. Raising his head slightly, Petros glanced down at the Earth below and saw that it was plagued by massive flooding, fires and what looked to be hundreds of thousands of wailing spirits running amok.
"Out of all the Gods I've killed little Bug, you were the easiest" Kratos said in a tone that wasn't smug but more of bitter disappointment, as if fighting him was a insult if anything else.
"F-F-Fuck... y-you... Ares's w-whore-" Petros began before Kratos gave a savage yell and kicked the smaller deity over the edge of Olympus itself.
Never let it be said that Petros couldn't get the last word in.
...
And done.
Next chapter, Falling... falling... falling... painful landing.