With each step that brought Sophitia closer to her target she could feel the shame of fleeing their last battle. The emotion grew inside her as the thought of Algol dying to protect her from this thing she now thought after, made her both sad and angry.
As she made it up the final hill side she found what she been looking for the creature passing himself off as a man and a god. Sitting upon his throne of death and chaos made from the rubble of building he destroyed and the corpses he senselessly and without mercy slaughtered with his power. The glow of the nearby fires made his normally grayish white skin look alive in it light as he poured wine down his throat oblivious that she was even there. Not that he would have shown any acknowledgment even if he did see her. By the looks of all the partial dressed or nude women laid at his feet, he was having too much fun with what he was currently doing to give her any mind.
"MORE WINE AND MORE WOMEN …. FOR YOUR GOD! …OR FEEL MY WRATH!"
The arrogances of his demands hardly surprised her she had heard these stories from others whom had survived there encounter with this god kings path of destruction he'd been cutting south sense there last battle. But now confront with the image she had seen then and now it made her sick to her stomach but it also made her warrior blood boil with the need to avenge all those this bastard had harmed and killed. With that in mind with every emotion she could muster to fuel her through this battle. She found what she needed in this moment to attack this monster in front her she ran towards him her right hand drawing her blade from it sheath as she saw more young women being lead to him. She let out a roar like yell as she got even closer.
"FIGHT ME!- YOU SON OF A…BIT-"
But before she could get the last word completely out, the ground exploded, sending her flying back, and losing her sword as well. As she hit the ground she felt like she'd been hit by Astaroth as the air in her lung left her. As the dust cleared and she regained her bearing she could hear him chuckle and for the first time she could see that he was very aware she'd been there from the start.
"I may very well of crawled from out from the legs of a bitch, But to say I haven't done that many time in my life would be a lie ... Also I gave you the opportunity to fight me a while ago but instead you let your 'hero' try to best me and I sent him to Hades to rot in that place in which I can never go. So maybe I misheard you when you said fight me … maybe it was Screw me. As I see you have no weapon to do battle with -unless you plan to only battle my cock with what you can offer between your legs."
With that he took another long drink of wine from the skull he made into cup from one of his victims before continue talking to her.
"Well?"
He shifted himself slightly allowing his member to come into view of Sophitia, She could tell he had no respect for her. But at this moment she couldn't blame him for that as she'd done nothing to earn it and that fact was always present in her mind. But even so to be so vulgar to her even now angered her more enough to ignore the fact she was currently unarmed. Her eyes caught sight on a piece of building support that she could use. She dashed for it and as she did her heart accelerate, even as she heard another explosion. She didn't dare look back but she knew he was on the attack. As she closed the distance she leapt for the piece of the structure she saw and as her hand wrapped around it she twisted her body and with all her strength she threw it in the direction she hoped her target was in. And the fates must have been on her side as she saw it sail into him.
This sent the god king sailing through his makeshift throne; and caused many people to run for safety, giving them a small chance to survive this day. She caught herself with her left hand and did an acrobatic type flipped to avoid any other rubble in her away as she keep her eyes on the spot he was. But before she could do anything she caught a glimpse of his weapons. She tried to dodge them but found herself wrapped in his chain swords, slowly being crushed by the chains that held Kratos and the blades of Olympus together like a living entity. She could hear him laugh as he said, "You stupid little bitch …. I offer you a pleasurable way to die and you fling part of a building at me."
As he cleared the dust, Sophitia could see a difference in the man she had meet before. His usual ghost white and gray skin was darker. His majestic golden eyes looked to be emote in a torrent of chaos and death as if someone else essence had been pour into them. But those thought quickly vanished as the chains tighten on her making her let out a scream.
"I let you live once- why have you made the mistake of tempting me now? You think yourself a hero? When all I see is a foolish whore let the man she loved die by my hands. He deserved better than you by far and maybe if he had gotten a better ally he would still be here now."