God of War: The Misguided King and the Blood Betrayal [PG-16]

[Dad]

[i][size="5"]NOTE:[/size][/i]: [b]This Fan Fiction takes place after the third installment of the God of War series, and is in no way directly associated with Santa Monica, Sony, or the God of War Franchise. This is not an attempt to plagiarize or mock the series. This is entirely in good fun.[/b]

[color="#FF0000"]Due to some violent content, language, and indecent exposure, viewer discretion is advised.[/color]

[spoiler=Prologue]
Kratos, the former, legendary God of War. He has overcome many a feat and obstacle; from conquering gods to defeating even their ancestors, the great Titans, he is the last of his kind. . .or so he would like to believe. After his amazing triumph over his father, Zeus, and the great Earth Titan, Gaia, he believed his torment was over. At last releasing hope into the world in a blazing death by the Blade of Olympus, it seemed Kratos would die at last. Athena, having granted him this power to defeat Zeus, looked on in rage, as her "[i]hope[/i]" was dispersed throughout the planet.

"Kratos, you fool! They will not know what to do with it!" she cried in utter astonishment and anger. Removing the coarse blade from Kratos' nearly lifeless body now, she left him to fall to the ground and die. She could do nothing about the lost power, but vowed vengeance on Kratos for costing her so dearly.

Meanwhile, the bald, bearded warrior who was presumed dead, was nowhere to be found. With little life remaining in his body, he crawled away, bleeding profusely. Where he landed after crawling from the mountain side of Mount Olympus, was a [i]godsend[/i] ironically enough. Far below the depths of Hades, beyond Daedulus, and even Tartarus, an army of guided harpies flew Kratos to the tree of life When given a branch from the tree to his mouth, Kratos' wounds began to heal. His cuts and bruises became mere memories, and his blood loos was restored. He was a new man, in full strength.

"[i]Excellent,[/i]" whispered a voice from the shadows, far away from Kratos' hearing.

Kratos, being restored, took it upon himself to fly a flock of Harpies back to Olympus, where he would scour the city in hopes of having become a success, and not a failure after so long. In his tour of the now blessed world, he found a maiden, Gabrial. Her fair skin blue eyes were ideal, and Kratos would soon take her for marriage. And only years later would Gabrial give birth to the son of the God of War. . .

"[i]As the prophecy has spoken,[/i]" said the cold voice from the shadows of Hades again, as Kratos stood on Olympus mountain top. "[i]as you were compelled to kill OUR father Kratos. . .your son will be compelled to kill YOU. But not before I set things right, brother. Spartans never leave brethren behind. Right?[/i]" he cackled.

From the bowels of the blackness, a lone fiend hungers for revenge. From a dismantled family, and a brother who hath forgotten the ties they held, he lurks, waiting for the self proclaimed god to fall from his throne. And if not, he shall pull him down, and toss him into the bottomless pits of Daedeulus.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Chapter One: "In the Beginning, there was. . . "]
"Alexander, go and fetch me some water. Then, we'll go hunting on the grounds below." Alexander perked up. With no one to oppose his father, and not much else to do, hunting was his life. But Kratos wanted more than that for him. He knew that someday his time would be up, and he wanted his son to rule properly. A throne where he could be untouched, unbothered from the worries of the world, but ready for anything. There would always be corruption, as long as opinion existed, and so, Alexander would be brought up in the shadow of the God of War.

As Alexander ran down to the water caverns, Kratos looked to his wife, beckoning her to him. "Gabrial, I have to make you understand: being the King calls for my own many duties, but because I am not guaranteed an infinite life, Alexander must be taught my ways."

Gabrial frowned, curling her eyebrows. She worried about the boy enough. She didn't need his father killing him. "Don't worry," he said to her softly. "I'll be careful not to bang him up too badly."

Down below, Alexander found himself quickly turning the handles of an old well, as many of Olympus' citizens passed in and out of the caverns. "Good morning prince Alex!" one elderly man called. Alexander turned to find his next conversation being held with the town's greatest tailor, armour, and weapons manufacturer, Logan. "Mr. Logan. It's always a pleasure," Alex said shaking the man's hand. Taking eye to the two large buckets of water Logan was carrying, he offered his help. "Would you like me to return those your home? I'd be more than happy to," Alex said smiling.

Logan chuckled and offered a smile. "Alright now, but don't spill. And while you're there, I have something for you and your father."

Logan's home was quite simple, but cozy enough for someone like himself to be comfortable living in. It was a large wooden and stone cabin, with a kitchen, bed, and of course, work room. "Leave the bucket's near the pump Alex. And I'll be right back," he said grinning broadly. Alexander helped himself to a rickety wooden chair as Logan seemed to reappear in a split second with a a large ragged cloth in hand. "These Alex . . .these blades are a reminder that your father fought for his own good, but brought about a wonderful change to this world. One that, under the reign of Zeus, we all needed. This is a gift, and with the last of my magic, I've been able to make something great for you. I call them, the Blades of Truth."

Yanking away the dirty brown covering, a magnificent sight made Alexander nearly fall out of his seat in disbelief.

They were dual scimitars, tied with similar chains, like that of those Kratos' Blades of Exile had been bonded with. The scimitars' hilts and handles were solid gold ending in a smooth ball point. As he took hold of them, he felt around the blades and noticed engraved words, written in ancient Greek that he could not understand. "What do these words here mean, Mr. Logan?" Logan shook his head left to right and smiled. "When the time comes, you'll understand," said the old man in a dark monotone.

The blades were miraculous. Their steel was top notch, and it's edges were forged with magic ends, sharp enough to cut through almost anything. A red steel for the left blade, and blue steel for the right, with silver lining down each blade's center.

"I am forever grateful Mr. Logan. But I must be off. Father is expecting me back for hunting today," he said with a grin. Waving goodbye with the Blades of Truth on his back, Alex rushed to the water caverns, and soon found himself climbing the stairs of Olympus again.

Alexander had returned just in time as well.

Placing the buckets of water at his father's feet, he asked, "Father, when have you last seen Logan? He has given me an amazing gift, and it is in your honor," he said revealing the Blades of Truth. Kratos could only stand in awe at the new blades. "Weapons like this father. I must use them. Hunting simply won't do." A sneaky smile crossed Alexander's face, as he looked into Kratos' eyes. "Is that a challenge boy?" questioned his father, with a chuckle. Snatching up a silver cup and filling it with water, Kratos' offered a toast.

"To Logan! Olympus' most prized citizen!" and he took a drink.

Kratos placed the silver cup on the ground. "It is settled then. Today, you become a warrior, and as such, my lieutenant. After today, you will build an army. An army greater than that of even my forgotten Sparta." Kratos said gripping his son's shoulder. Alexander nodded silently.

Watching his father, he approached the edge of Mount Olympus nervously. "I never did like this," Alex said aloud.

Kratos laughed, his back turned to the sky behind him. "Come on boy! It won't kill you." He taunted, and fell. Alexander followed, but facing forwards instead, his hands to his sides. As they met in the air, Kratos called, "I'll race you to the bottom!" Alexander smiled, and pushed himself forwards like a rocket, Kratos at his heels.

As they landed, again leaving craters in the ground below, the mortals around them bowed, in awe at their god. "Stand to your feet. You are not lowly servants. All I ask is that you continue to be loyal to me, my people." They cheered, and Alexander watched.

Kratos bid goodbye to the people in front of him, his loyal citizens. Pointing to the empty desert to the east, Kratos vanished, fire behind him. Alexander was insulted! "Those damn boots," he said laughing. He'd forgotten his father could move so fast; he could only imitate him.

With a screeching halt, as Alexander appeared behind him, Kratos attacked without warning. "Be ready!" Kratos cried, and they would spar for hours on end. Still, Kratos wielded the blades of Exile, and the ripping cling sound they made as they touched the Blades of Truth was a bonding moment. They clashed with Alexander's scimitars, all too perfectly. Creating sonic booms and vast waves of energy; one of the many reasons this barren desert existed.

Kratos leaped backwards, and gave a mighty over-handed swing with both blades, erupting the ground in fire. Alexander rolled to his right, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow. With a quick counter, he swept at his father's feet with his right leg, in a spinning motion. But Kratos was prepared. "Good boy!" he said jumping over the kick that attempted to give Alexander all control of this fight. "But what will you do when your nemesis bares weapons of more than one type!?" Kratos called rolling backwards, and magically revealing the Bow of Apollo. With rapid finger movements, Kratos fired hundreds of blazing arrows at his child.

Alexander cursed under his breath, and whipped to his left dodging most of the barrage. However, Kratos followed suit, and continued to fire the weapon at Alexander. Alexander put his scimitars together, locking them, and quickly grind them forwards, unleashing an enormous gust of wind that stopped the barrage of arrows in mid-air, causing them to fall harmlessly. "Ha! Typhon was smart after all,"Alexander said, reflecting on the defeated wind Titan that Kratos once told stories of.

When their battle was over, they had unveiled Alexander's true strength, but not his full potential. "We're not done yet son. Come, I've something to show you." They again sped away, this time into the blackest night; one Kratos would not forget.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Chapter Two: "A Worthy Oppponent"]
They slowed their speed, as they came to yet another barren wasteland. "Where are we father?" Alexander asked confused. Kratos said nothing, but instead took a few steps back behind Alexander. "Father?" A bright light shone reflecting from the moon, and then, many more of it, filling the sky with a line of silver that night. "What is--oh!" Alexander took a giant flip backwards, as the hail of arrows landed in perfect alignment in front of him.

Kratos held out a hand and called, "Cease fire you ingrates!" Alexander was still utterly confused. "Who are you talking to? There's clearly no one there. It has to be the work of a sorcerer. One of great magic." But he was wrong. A wicked wind came from the depths of the desert, blowing sand in a sickening circle in the air, clouding their view.

As it cleared, a large monument was floating in the air. It's cold black bricks haunted the evening sky, as it's chains whipped about in the wind, freely. "You told me this temple was destroyed," Alexander said with a sigh. "What does this mean? What are you after?" Kratos stepped forward, and waved a hand under the 'floating' monument.

Where Kronos once crawled, Gaia had taken his place. "I'm after nothing Alexander. All treasures of Pandora have come to my hand many a year ago. What is now, is your chance to bring about your full potential. Inside awaits a warlock. He has great magic, and through his teachings you may even be able to rival me."

A sweeping punch from Gaia was blocked by the single hand of Kratos, who slammed it back to the ground. "Move again woman, and you will have your every limb ripped from your body!" She groaned, unable to muster any more strength. Alexander grinned. "Is that it father? Really? This won't make much for a good story to my children one day."

Kratos pushed him forwards. "I can't give away all the secrets of the temple you fool. Now go. If you come out alive, we feast. If you die, then I'll have to find another heir to my throne." Alexander scoffed, as he approached Gaia's hind legs, grinding his scimitars into them and climbing upwards. In all, it took him 40 days to reach the Temple's gates (stopping for rest in between, and hunting for food).

The large metal gates appeared average, but very tall. He pushed them open quietly, but regardless, the enemy knew he had arrived.

Two undead legionnaires dragged forth a mighty beast; a Hades minotaur. It roared madly, spewing hot ash and flame from it's mouth, snapping at the legionnaires. Alexander acted quickly. He sprinted forth, attempting to knock the beast off balance immediately. With great force, the minotaur lunged a fist from hell down upon Alexander, dragging the legionnaire with it.

Luckily, Alexander saw it coming. He slid beneath the beast just in time, slicing it's Achilles Tendon, and bringing it to a knee. The wiser legionnaire freed the minotaur, and attacked Alexander with it's wide blade-arm. He parried, spinning and kicking the legionnaire in it's chest, knocking it backwards. As it began to fall, Alexander sprang forth and drove his scimitars into the legionnaire's chest, ripping it open wide in an upwards motion, taking off it's head in the process.

The blood splatter hit the stunned minotaur, enraging it. It reached wildly behind itself, grabbing for Alexander, who moved, and sliced the beast's second Achilles Tendon, bringing it to it's knees. The beast slammed angrily at the ground in front of him, tearing up large chunks of brick, hurling them backwards at Alexander. He was caught in the face, scarring his right eye.

"Bastard." Alexander pushed from the ground with his strong legs, and drove his scimitars into the Minotaur's shoulders. It cried out in pain, and reached for Alexander, but he sliced off it's hand, and used a scimitar (tossing it) to pin it's hand to the ground. With his right scimitar free for use, he snatched it from the beast's shoulder, and used it to hold the monster's head up high.

Alexander smiled, jumping down and swinging around the monster's head, slicing it's neck. On his second trip around it's neck, he kicked the beast's head off, taking his scimitar with him, and landing atop the head, crushing it, spewing the tiny brain it had at his feet.

"That wasn't so bad. If this is all I'm to expect, then this should be no problem." He looked forwards to the great doors of Pandora's Temple. Unfortunately, he wasn't done at the entrance just yet.

A trumpet sounded, and in unison, dozens of archers came forth at the top of the temple, in front of the main doors, and around Alexander. Their leader, trumpet still in his hand, waved a hand forward, to signal their immediate fire.

Alexander couldn't run, so instead, he would take them all out in one shot. "Quickly!" he thought to himself. He picked up his second scimitar and locked the two together, creating a loud buzzing noise. He wrenched them forth, and a super sonic wave emitted from them, knocking the archer's beside him unconscious, and shaking the temple in front of him.

Being the only remaining archer, their leader leaped from atop Pandora's Temple with the bow still in his hand. "Maybe you're not so stupid after all," said the funny looking monster-archer. Alexander raised an eyebrow.

"You can speak? N-never mind that. You're in my way." Alexander pushed the beast aside, but was pinned to the doors by a barrage of arrows from the archer leader. "Don't walk away from me, son of Kratos. If you wish to enter these doors, you must prove yourself worthy."

Alexander had no time for this. He wrenched the arrows from his clothing, and shattered them. As he hit the ground, everything around him began to spin, and a black portal dragged him under.

"He'll never defeat the old man," the archer murmured quietly.[/spoiler]

[Sorrow.]

Prologue seems a little too short.... But I can deal with that for now.

Will this story be seen in Kratos's view or his son's?

[Dad]

[quote name='Sorrow.' timestamp='1305270664' post='5205196']
Prologue seems a little too short.... But I can deal with that for now.

Will this story be seen in Kratos's view or his son's?
[/quote]

The story will mostly be through the eyes of the son, as you'll soon see. Chapter 1 will be posted within minutes.

[Dad]

BUMP. Chapter two is up. =]