I don't own God of War or Justice League! This is a fan-based work.

Before reading, please know that this is a one-shot story. My goal is to start small with my stories, but to post frequently. My aim is to develop a habit, and to incrementally grow until I am comfortable with posting as well as writing longer works. So for now, the story will be all that there is now. It doesn't mean that I won't possibly develop this one-shot into a longer story down the line, but I'm not making any promises.

What's My Name?

Chapter 2:

The God:

Kratos, the Greek God of War, Slayer of Olympus, was perplexed when he opened his eyes.

One moment he had been standing with Freya in Midgard, but now he was in a city unlike any he had ever seen before.

A city, which he noted, was under attack.

Suddenly, a voice spoke from Kratos's hip.

"What in the blazes?! Brother! What's going on?!"

"Mimir," Kratos said, surprised. It seemed that he was not alone after all. Kratos reached down to his waist and brought up a bearded head with horns.

"You're here," Kratos noted.

"Obviously!" Mimir said, exasperated. "But where are we? And where's Freya?!"

"I do not know," Kratos admitted. "I am just as confused as you are."

"Well, whatever is going on, it seems to be rather nasty!" Mimir noted, taking in their surroundings. "It's almost like a battle happened here!"

A booming thud behind Kratos made him whirl around. Standing some distance away, staring straight at him was a gigantic, white 'thing' with three legs and a large head with one eye.

"That's because a battle did happen here, Mimir," Kratos told the head in a low voice. "One that is still going on."

"Easy, brother…" Mimir advised. "Maybe it won't attack us…"

At those words, the tripod's eye proceeded to glow, as if it were charging an attack.

"...Or not," Mimir said, deflated. "Take cover, brother!"

Kratos hooked Mimir back onto his belt and ran toward the biggest piece of rubble he could find.

The tripod in turn fired off a concentrated laser beam at Kratos. Thankfully, the Spartan was able to jump behind some ruins just in time. A few rocks and pebbles dirtied him, but he was fine.

"That was a close one!" Mimir said. "What do we do now, brother?"

"What else?" Kratos replied as the Leviathan Axe flew from his back into his hand. "We fight."

Kratos leapt out from cover, running straight at the tripod. He understood that the tripod's greatest flaw was its unnatural anatomy. All he had to do was sever one of its legs and the entire thing would become unbalanced.

With a roar of effort, Kratos threw his axe at the rearmost leg of the tripod. The axe spun through the air, before ultimately finding its mark. Upon making contact, icy frost formed all around the axe, spreading across a large portion of the leg.

The tripod noticed Kratos charging towards it and aimed its head at him.

Kratos recalled the axe to his hand, which returned swiftly. Then, Kratos spun around and threw the axe at the same spot again.

As the axe made impact, the frozen chunk of the tripod's shattered, frosted chunks flying in all directions.

With such a sudden loss of mass, the tripod buckled under that leg. The giant thing careened backwards, letting off a laser blast intended for Kratos up into the night sky. It slammed into the ground, kicking rubble and dust up all around it.

Kratos then ran over to a nearby boulder and grabbed it with both arms. With a grunt of effort, he raised the boulder up. Using his godly strength, he leapt up high into the air and with a war-cry brought the boulder down on the tripod's head. The tripod was crushed under the sudden mass, white chunks flying all over.

Kratos had destroyed it.

Landing nearby to the tripod's corpse, Kratos held out his hand, to which the Leviathan Axe flew into after a brief moment.

"Well… that's done and dusted," Mimir commented. He was pretty much used to watching Kratos perform spectacular feats.

Kratos only grunted as he placed the axe back on his back.

"But that begs the question: what was that thing?" Mimir voiced aloud. "Why did it attack us? And why is it destroying everything?"

"I do not know," Kratos replied. "But it was clearly some form of war engine. We might have stumbled into the middle of some assault…"

His inner soldier and past experiences told Kratos all that he had to know. The lack of dead bodies and warriors indicated that a one-sided assault was going on… but why?

Invasion, a foreign voice within Kratos's mind suddenly answered.

"Who said that?" Kratos demanded.

"Ah, you heard that too, brother?" Mimir mused. "Guess we finally understand what the lad had to go through…"

"Speak!" Kratos commanded.

Do not be alarmed, stranger, the voice spoke softly. I am not your enemy.

"Then what are you, exactly?" Mimir asked, his curiosity outweighing his caution.

A friend… The voice replied. One that has fought and suffered at the hands of this enemy. My world… my people… they were all destroyed by these invaders. Now they seek to do the same to this world as they did to mine.

"Are you the one who brought us here?" Kratos asked.

No, the voice answered. I do not possess such power. Whatever or whoever brought you here has more power than I could ever possess.

Neither Kratos nor Mimir could find a hint of a lie or malice in the voice. It seemed to speak the truth.

"Hmmm…curious…" Mimir mused aloud.

I beg of you, stranger, the voice pleaded. Help save this world. I have gathered a band of this world's greatest heroes to fight this foe. But we need more help. Will you help us?

Kratos took a look around the destroyed city. Off in the distance, he could hear distant blasts and explosions. Which meant that there were more tripods across the city. Perhaps even more across the world.

"Brother…what do you want to do?" Mimir asked. "Surely we can't just let these people suffer? Not if we could do something about it…"

Kratos closed his eyes. On the one hand, he did not like suddenly being plucked from his world and thrown into another. He despised being used by any machination that he did not know or trust. He wished to return to Midgard, to a place he knew and had come to love.

We must be better… Atreus's voice suddenly echoed within his mind.

Kratos opened his eyes, softened at the memory of his son.

These people… they did not deserve to die. They were innocent; merely trying to live their lives. For them to be slaughtered by the wishes of invaders…

This would not stand.

"What would you have us do?" Kratos asked the voice.

I have been captured by the enemy, along with some of the heroes I spoke of. But I sense that there are others near you. Seek them out and come to the dark tower that is the source of the dark clouds above. There you will meet an ally. He will show you what is next.

"Well, what are we waiting for, brother?" Mimir asked, ready for action. "Let's go find the others he speaks of."

"That won't be necessary…" Kratos replied.

"What?" Mimir asked. "Why?"

"Because I think one of them has already found us…" Kratos answered.

Some distance away, standing atop a hill of rubble, was a man. He wore green armor, his face hidden by a strange helmet. In his hands was a strange weapon with two metal barrels.

"Are you one of those summoned by the voice?" Kratos called out in question to the man.

The man's only reply was a nod.

"Do you know where the 'others' the voice spoke of are?"

Again, a nod.

Kratos nodded in return. This stranger exuded raw power and extreme hostility. But none of it seemed to be directed towards him. He didn't trust this man. But he didn't distrust him either.

Might as well…

"Then lead the way."

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