When a Spartan warrior fights he enjoys it…OF COURSE IT IS A GIVEN THAT HE IS FACING SOME KIND OF DECENT OPPONENT…of course…so why couldn't he find a decent challenge in this Olympus damned place. Kratos the ghost of Sparta had been wandering this god-forsaken Rugonkai for nearly a day and he had yet to come across a single soul that did not run from him on sight.
"Pathetic," he murmured under his breath. 'If this is the best this Soul king can offer I might have chosen the void.'
Kratos glanced up at the sky, it was getting late and he had yet to find a shelter that was broken, run down or occupied. But it wouldn't matter, after all he was a Spartan and Spartans were taught to survive under the harshest of circumstances.
Kratos walked through the forest and chose a small clearing next to a stream for his campsite. After building a fire he watched the flames crackle and was drawn back into memories of his past. Small comfort there, indeed, all he remembered was represented by that small fire that kept him warm.
Kratos was not so reticent that he failed to notice the small twig snap over twenty yards away. Shifting a gauntleted hand to his other side he raised his arm that held the Golden Fleece up to his knee. Another snap, whoever this is he is not very good at being sneaky Kratos thought.
Kratos had fought under the moon before and it more than likely will not be the last time.
'Indeed, little Spartan, it will not be the last time,' Kratos gave an involuntary jolt as a hated voice came back to him in his head.
"Ares," he whispered.
'Of course little Spartan, did you think I was perhaps Athena or maybe Zeus…heh fool,' Ares voice whispered mockingly.
"Show yourself coward," Kratos said.
'I would little Spartan however I am trapped in the blades you wield," Ares voice instead of sounding scornful with the mocking ring it was known for, sounded resigned almost sullen.
'Peace my son, we should be considered fortunate to be here at all, I am certain oblivion would have served you better but not I," another voice came.
This voice was deeper more powerful than that of Ares and seemed to carry the greater weight in authority.
"What madness is this," Kratos wondered out loud, "why…am I hearing the voices of ghost, first Ares and now you father."
'Ah forgive me my son, I simply could not stand Ares complaining every fifteen seconds,' Zeus the voice of his father who had loved his mother, attempted to kill him, and whom he had defeated at the final battle on the edge of the sea of devastation.
'He is confused father, he did not expect us to materialize as his Soul Slayers,' a final voice he knew all too well.
"Athena," Kratos honestly did not know what to say. After all what do you say to two of your biggest enemies, one of whom is your father, and the goddess that was your former patron?
".."
"…"
"…"
'Before you get all teary eyed at seeing us again you might want to consider killing the fool who is trying to sneak up on us,' Ares grated.
Kratos turned his senses back to the fool and caught his blade on the edge of the Golden Fleece.
"What the hell…AAARRRGGGHHH," the fool barely had time to scream before Kratos eviscerated him from the chest on up the blade cauterizing the burning flesh. Kratos stared down at the blade of chaos on his arm. The blades still had the fiery circle above the hilt and the jagged edge, and the curved hook before the blade that was used to hook onto an enemy or swing from a ledge.
"In truth I never expected to see you again old friend," he said staring down at the old familiar weapons.
'Now you're flattering me,' Ares said with a chuckle, 'after all I am only the first stage of your blades what these Shingami's call a permanent released form.'
"Hmm, it seems that out in this waste land all I will find is the trash, on the other hand," Kratos grinned to himself, "a Spartan must keep in practice."
'Now you're talking,' Kratos could hear the grin on Ares face.
'Humph, brutes,' came Athena's proud voice. Kratos could almost see her turning her noise up at them both.
'Shut up sis, and let the boys have their fun,' Ares laughed.
'Calmly my children, Kratos my son raise your head there are more of them, Zeus rumbled in the background his voice sounding like thunder.
Suddenly the clearing was filled with brutish looking men all wearing ugly sneers and carrying swords.
"Hey boys, looks like this one can actually fight, he killed Manki."
"Yeah let's get him."
"He don't look so tough."
"Foolish children do they realize whom they accost, my son I know I no longer have any right to command you but I conjure to destroy these fools who think they can molest us,' Zeus's command was unnecessary.
Kratos could only smile at their folly, "If you think I am easy prey," he said drawing the other blade from his shoulder, "then allow me to disillusion you."
"What was that get em boys!"
Uttering a war cry the gang charged at the white skinned warrior.
That night blood rained in the eightieth district of Rugonkai as never before. Not even in the rampages of the famed Zaraki Kenpachi had there been blood fall such as this.
"Uh, lieutenant, I think you had better look at this," an operator at a computer sat dumbfounded as he stared at the screen.
This wasn't possible, it just wasn't, how could three hundred souls suddenly vanish from the 80th district so quickly.
"What is it…whoa…are you sure your computer is working right?"
"Of course, but this still shouldn't be happening should it I mean the only thing that could wipe that many souls is a hollow of at least a Menos category."
"That's true but there has been no hollow reiatsu detected in that area…has there?"
The two glanced over at the reiatsu operator…to find him fast asleep. Sweat drops all around, "yo, Tanto-san it's the captain."
"WAAAGHH, Taichou I-I-I eh…uh," said reiatsu operator was suddenly jerked from his peaceful slumber into a saluting position. Then glared at the two grinning faces of his comrades, "that's not funny; seriously if the captain found me sleeping on the job he'd have my badge so WHAT THE HELL YOU WAKE ME FOR."
"Do a quick scan of the 80th would ya we think there some kind of hollow out that way."
"Uh sure," the technician sat down again, and tapped at his keyboard.
Suddenly his eyes got big, very big, "Uh u-u-hh, guys,"
"What is it a hollow?"
"Are there any Captains in the 80th district at the moment?"
The Lieutenant thought for a moment, "um not that I can recall, why."
"Because I am getting a massive reiatsu reading, dear heaven this thing is huge."
The lieutenant, rushed over took one look at the screen and slapped the emergency button.
Sirens began to go off and technicians began filling the room. The captain was there in a few moments.
"What is the situation," he grimaced when he saw nearly all of his technicians gathered around the reiatsu sensor station.
"Captain you had better take a look at this," the lieutenant said a mixture of fear and awe in his voice.
The captain began wondering what could have his lieutenant so riled. However taking one look at the screen he could see why.
"By Soul Society that things massive," the captain whispered.
The captain's face remained stunned for only a few moments, "Get on the line with the Gotei 13 they must know about this."
A red dawn rose over the 80th district, in a bloody field, on top off a near mountain of bodies sat the man who had been the God of war.
'Kratos,' the ghost of Sparta stirred as the voice of Athena floated to him, 'we should go. The Soul Society cannot fail to notice us now. Also we might want to consider hiding our power for the moment as well.'
'Athena speaks wisely my son, Zeus rumbled, 'after a night such as this the entirety of this heaven should be in an uproar.'
'Yeah lets beat it, there's nothing strong left here, Ares cackled.
Kratos rose placing his blades upon his back drawing a remarkably unbloodied cloak from one of the dead bodies he set off towards the horizon.
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