The life of a Spartan warrior is not an easy one. Taken from their parents almost at birth they are taught never to surrender, never back down, and never stop fighting. The legends of Sparta's warriors are many and vast. Some legends are told with pride in the great warriors of the past; however there is one whose legend is not so much told as it is whispered, the legend of Kratos the ghost of Sparta, the slayer of gods and the man who pulled down heaven itself.
Kratos floated in an endless void of darkness he was not certain if he could even feel his body anymore.
But none of that mattered to him now, he was at peace. Zeus, Ares, Hermes, Hades, Athena and Hera, the list could have gone on but there was one thing all these being held in common. They had all fallen before him. His strength in life was peerless. The youngest and boldest captain of the Spartan army, the lion of Ares, the Sword of Athena, and finally as the God of War Kratos had fought all his life now he had peace.
His eyes closed he dreamed of his battles, his conquests, and wars. Say what you will of his tactics but the very least one could say they were affective…
"DO YOU STILL DREAM WARRIOR?"
The question caused the ghost of Sparta to start in surprise; he had sensed no one near him in this black void. For some reason Kratos could not open his eyes, could not even move, whoever this being was he was powerful.
Then it hit, that kind of pressure, he had felt this before in lesser degrees when he had reclaimed his powers as the god of war and had faced Zeus upon the Summit of Sacrifice.
Whoever it was that had disturbed him, it was a god. But not one that Kratos had faced before, still trying to orient himself from his long solitude he still could not open his eyes or even sense this presence that had called him.
"A NEW BATTLE CALLS FOR YOU GHOST OF SPARTA, CAN YOU STILL FIGHT?"
Kratos eyes snapped open fire burning in there gray almost brown depths, god or no absolutely NO ONE questioned a Spartans ability to fight, unless of course they were seeking for an audience with Hades. Before him floated a ghostly figure wearing a demon mask that had teeth extending beyond its lips. It was dressed in a white haori with a strange symbol on the back. In its hands were a string of prayer beads, in his other a long white reaping scythe with a black blade.
"I do not know you god but there is one thing you will learn of Spartans," Kratos said slowly as the Blades of exile appeared on his back. Reaching back he drew both blades as they automatically attached themselves to the chains on his wrists and forearms.
"One does not question the ability of a Spartan to fight, unless they desire an early introduction INTO the pit of Tartarus."
The being in front of him stared long and hard at the blades in his hands, and then looked back at his face with a long sibilant hiss.
"GOOD,GOOD, IT SEEMS YOU ARE STILL THE WARRIOR, SO MUCH SO THAT YOU WOULD EVEN THRETAEN ME THE KING OF THE DEATH GODS OR SHINIGAMIL."
Kratos tilted his head to the side his blades still in a ready position, "What is your purpose here, 'King.'"
The dark being gazed at him for a long while, "IN THE BEGINNING YOUR PATH WAS THAT OF A WARRIOR, THEN IT CHANGED TO THAT OF A KILLER, THEN IT CHANGED AGAIN TO THAT OF AN AVENGER OF BLOOD, AND FINALLY TO THAT OF A GOD."
Kratos lowered his blades to waist level, "I know my own history Shinigami, why do you recite what I already know, and more importantly," Kratos turned away from the dark god, "what does it have to do with me."
"I REQUIRE YOUR AID, SPARTAN."
Kratos looked back slowly at the Shinigami, "So many gods have required my service, and not one of them has been true to their word. Why should I aid thee, Shinigami?"
The King looked tired for some reason, "I HAVE COME FROM A DIFFERENT WORLD YOUNG SPARTAN, YOURS HAS BEEN CONSUMED BY FIRE AND WATER, SOON NOT EVEN THIS PLACE WILL CEASE TO EXIST."
Kratos eyes grew hard, death was one thing, but to be utterly forgotten, erased as it were from history itself, unthinkable, unacceptable especially to a Spartan.
"HOWEVER I AM ABLE TO OFFER YOU A CHANCE TO BECOME ONE OF MY CHILDREN, NOT IN THE LITTERAL SENSE OF COURSE BUT YOU WILL BECOME LIKE ME, A DEATH GOD."
Kratos considered this for a moment, to become a god again would be an interesting experience, a death god no less.
"What exactly would be my duties," Kratos questioned?
If it were possible to smile in that mask the Shinigami King probably would have done it.
"MANY AND VARIED, BUT THERE ONE DUTY ALL MY CHILDREN HAVE THAT I BELIEVE YOU WILL ENJOY SPARTAN. FOR ALL MY CHILDREN ARE TRAINED WARRIORS WITH WEAPONS SUCH AS THE ONES YOU WIELDED AGAINST THE GODS OF OLYMPUS."
That, of everything this Shinigami had said thus far, caught Kratos attention.
"THE REASON THEY ARE TRAINED THUS IS SO THAT THEY MAY BETTER FIGHT OFF THE WICKED SPIRITS THAT INFEST MY WORLD, BEINGS KNOWN AS HOLLOWS."
Kratos turned and faced the King again as he continued, "THESE BEINGS ARE AS SAVAGE AS THEY ARE MINDLESS, THERE FOOD IS THE ENERGY GIVEN OFF BY PURE SOULS CALLED PLUS WHO HAVE RECENTLY DIED. ALTHOUGH THEY ARE NOT LIMITED TO THE SOULS OF THE PURE, THEY ARE KNOWN TO EVEN CONSUME EACH OTHER."
Kratos grimaced, "hmm, can anything so mindless even represent a true challenge."
"DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THEM MY SON, FOR THERE POWERS ARE BASED ON MERELY A PERVERTED VERSION OF MY OWN. ALSO THEY DO NOT RETAIN THE SHAPE OF MERE MEN KRATOS," Kratos tilted his head to one side, "THEY BECOME MONSTROUS IN FORM AS WELL, THE FORM IS BASED UPON THE SIN THEY COMMITED IN LIFE TO DRIVE THEM TO BECOME A HOLLOW."
"How does the warrior recognize these hollows," Kratos asked? He was actually considering this proposal. After all, after a life time spent in battle an eternity in this endless void had begun to grate upon his nerves. Kratos was fairly certain he was losing his mind after the first hundred or so years of silence. The simplest reason was that he was who he was, a Spartan, above all, a warrior. But what good was a warrior when he has nothing to fight? What good was an army without an enemy to battle?
"IT IS SIMPLE TO RECOGNIZE, EACH HOLLOW HAS A WHITE MASK UPON ITS FACE CALLED A DEATH MASK, DESTROY THE MASK AND THE FACE BEYOND IT AND IT WILL DIE."
Kratos thought for a few minutes, "…tell me how many of these hollows are there in this world."
The Shinigami King grinned again, "TENS OF THOUSANDS AND MORE BORN EVERY DAY."
Kratos grinned, "Tell me about this Sererati."
I HAVE WANTED TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS FOR A WHILEBUT I NEVER REALLY GOT THE OPPURTUNITY. I MEAN MY COMPUTER AT HOME SUCKS AND THAT FORCES ME TO USE THE ONES AT SCHOOL.
ANYWAY I KNOW PEOPLE HAVE BEEN WANTING ME TO UPDATE MY UNDERTAKER STORY FOR A WHILE. BUT I MUST CONFESS THAT IT'S BEEN BUGGING ME FOR A WHILE. I HAVE BEEN THINKING OF REVAMPING THE ENTIRE STORY WITH A SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT ANGLE BUT I AM NOT DECIDED ON THAT YET. I MIGHT CONTINUE I MIGHT NOT ITS STILL UP IN THE AIR.
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