A museum in New York at night; a tall grey skinned bald headed man with a beard in a security guard's uniform sneaked to where an ancient weapons exhibit was. He had been planning this for so long; using his qualifications to get a night security job at the museum. He had memorised all the shifts and what he needed to do in order to get the case of what he was after unlocked and how to securely have the cameras turned off.
A twin pair of swords with chains connected to it. He glared at them and then sneaked them into his bag and he made his way out but then making it to the back exit; there was a smiling figure flying down. "You have got to be kidding me..." the man muttered to himself that he never wanted to deal with the likes of this figure that was casually smiling up at the taller man.
"Wow... You are a big fella and I dig the beard... You probably didn't know that the museum paid Vought to have a silent alarm connected to all of their big ticket exhibits... When unlocked out of certain times and with a special code... A sound is sent that only I can hear so lucky you gets to deal with me tonight and it was a slow day so..." Homelander explained to him as the man then tried to walk around Homelander but he put a hand on his shoulder. "You know I admire the moxy of trying to think that you can get away from me... Plus... You're not afraid... You must be stupid or overconfident..." Homelander then stated surprised.
"You don't want to deal with this... Let me be... Those blades were buried for a reason... They were never to be dug up... Go back to your Tower to get ready for your next movie premiere, public appearance and your next batch of empty platitudes to give in public statements..." the man then said not feeling in the mood and Homelander then frowned.
"I don't like your tone..." Homelander told him in a low threatening tone that didn't phase the man at all.
"And I don't like that humanity of today decides to put their worship into vapid attention and validation seeking cretins. Plus I especially don't like that there are plenty of brainless angry zealots who chose to see an overblown manchild as like a god... You may think so but I promise you; you are no god..." the man said and this only caused Homelander to punch hard at the man sending him back and then Homelander then began firing his heat vision at the man's face.
After 3 minutes Homelander laughed as he stopped while saying "let's see you disrespect me without your face..." The laughter stopped as Homelander saw to his shock and confusion to see that it looked like the man's face hadn't gone through any trouble. "Okay... So you're a real tough Supe but they only last so long..." Homelander as the man then reached for his bag.
"You think your pathetic beam was tough? Was just a sweat compared to the Underworld..." the man then retorted as Homelander picked him up by the collar off his shirt.
The man then pulled his free hand and then punched Homelander hard in the face causing him to yell and drop him. Homelander touched his nose and paused as he saw the blood on his gloves; realising that his nose was broken. It was enough time for the man to get out an old axe.
"You think that stupid relic is going to..." Homelander scoffed as the man then charged forward and then striked hard against the stomach off Homelander with him yelling in pain as it cut through. "What... What are you..." Homelander muttered in genuine fear as the man then took his axe.
"Have you ever heard of the legends of the Ghost of Sparta... I have my hands in the end of at least 2 Pantheons who brought many consequences to your world... But I hold no illusion of killing you will have anything close to the same result... If you were any other superhero; I would have just let you be defeated but you are clearly still too dangerous to be left alive..." the man then said as a swing off the axe separated Homelander's head from his body.
"The Blades will always find their way to you father..." spoke an elderly man to the other man as they were in a diner together as the TV monitor talked about the shock and panic of the mysterious gruesome murder of the beloved hero Homelander.
"Unfortunately... At least I wasn't forced to use them again... The Leviathan Axe was only brought in the case that one of the 'superheroes' did come my way but it had to be him... Still; at least I used the second identity for that security job..." the taller man then said to the elderly man.
"Still; you want to try hunting the so called 'superheroes', would do you some good and you have been bored since the ashes finally faded from your body..." the elderly man asked as the taller man then looked at his reflection in his glass and there was no trace of red.
"Who knows... Maybe this is the next chapter for Kratos and are you saying that because you want to join me boy?" the taller man asked as the elderly man laughed.
"Still calling me that..." The elderly man asked as there was a goatee man in a trenchcoat coming up to Kratos.
"You're the bloke that done Homelander fucking in." the man asked as Kratos sighed.
Thanks to Aragorn II Elessar who suggested this and I was hesitant because I never thought I could make it work but I found this way. Plus I hope I don't need to tell you who the elderly man is.