#kratos x lysandra

[angyvalentine]

So apparently in GoW Ragnarok - Valhalla Kratos FINALLY TALKS ABOUT LYSANDRA and-

"She was a good woman, and I loved her more than she knew."

SANTA MONICA GIMME THE PC PORTING GODDAMN 😭😭😭😭😭

[kratioed]

KRATOS & LYSANDRA, GOD OF WAR: ASCENSION (2013)

"You waver from sound mind to illusion in the beat of a heart is that any life for a great warrior?"

[loydtrashart]

I love them <3

[salmonpiffy]

I've seen a lot of your art lately and I can say that its actually made me like the idea of a Kratos x Faye x lysandra poly ship. See, i like Kratos x Faye or Kratos x lysandra but i seen your fanart of Faye and lysandra and i can't help but think "Lesbians" lol Like, idk, It's just soo interesting to me as concept? Like i can see them being friends in the afterlife of course, but i also just love the idea of them becoming more then that. Like they were both married to the same guy but i can see something happening between them at some point. Like its a sun falls in love with the moon situation? And while Faye is the sun(day), lysandra is the moon(night), and Kratos is the sunset/afternoon. i totally see them both still loving Kratos as well while being in a relationship. And i think if Kratos ever found out they became a thing in the afterlife I don't see him being upset about it? I actually see him being happy for them since he loves them both? And wishing them to be at peace. And its like really angsty/bitter sweet since he can never see or talk to them again since they are dead. So its a tragic poly ship😭 its a tragic poly ship, but its my tragic poly ship. sorry if i was rambling, but just wanted to say that your fanart really inspired something in me. and your art does a really good job conveying emotions and ideas that really inspire me to draw more. So ye, hope your having a good day!

Faye x Kratos x Lysandra is gooooooooooood stuff 👌

I'm so delulu about them lmao

[medievildead]

for the ship opinion bingo kratos/heimdall 👉👈

HOOOO BOY SORRY THIS TURNED INTO A RANT however you did ask for my opinion and this is my blog so you know what. I am gonna post it. And this will be the only time I talk about it.

I reeeeeally don't like kradall it creeps me out and I don't understand it at fucking all. I see people try to make Hear Me Out posts about them and AUs about them and it just makes less and less sense to me (and I KNOW this is bold ass words coming from me I KNOW) but the canon dynamic that does exist for them at no point to me ever at all in the slightest tipped me off or made me think to ship them. Never clicked.

Then again you gotta remember that I'm someone who has been autistic about Kratos since 2005 and I am so incredibly damn picky about shipping him unironically with anyone. Shipping Kratos with Heimdall knowing the kind of person Kratos is and what hes gone through to Become his new self in the norse saga just doesn't make sense. A lot of kradall I see (that isn't non/con honestly another huge reason I don't vibe with it is that a bunch of people use it as a bolt for r/pe stuff in the early moments of Ragnarok fandom) is just them in a very ooc marriage situation I can't wrap my head around. Throwing Kratos into a heavy intense relationship is dumb to me like it took him centuries to fucking get over Lysandra and then moving on to Faye and I'm expected to belive the Hear Me Out posts about why Kratos would be in a long term relationship with.... Heimdall? The guy who is a complete prick to giants? Who actively said misogynistic shit about Atreus' mom who Kratos still loves with his whole heart? And threatened to actively kill his 14 year old son? Kratos's son? Kratos who has lifelong trauma about his child dying from war? I'm not buying it im sorry. No way you cook it will convince me.

In the early points of the ships existence honestly felt to me like people who were into Heimdall just wanted to explore a crutch for brat breaking. But its just genuinley not something I'm into. I'm a firm believer of ship and let ship as long as its harmless and for the most part it is! It's people having fun but it's not for me and never, ever ever will be no matter what and there is a reason I don't talk about it on this blog.

I've been in this fandom a long time and let me say Kratos x Heimdall reminds me a lot of when GoW3 came out and people started shipping and writing tons of Kratos x Hermes dubcon stuff for the sole reason of yaoi fujoshi people wanted to fetishize the gay male power dynamic. Its like I honestly feel some people see a big muscular man and a smaller effeminate man and are like "oh I need to make one a submissive girl" like again I know its just words and pictures on a screen but I have been here long enough to be Very Tired of seeing my sexuality get used as a fetish tool sjshskdnks

And. And ill be honest. And this is petty and trust me this is literally just me and my opinion but I cannot fucking stress how utterly confused and flabbergasted because FREYR IS RIGHT FUCKING THERE. HE IS RIGHT FUCKING THERE. BLATANTLY INTO KRATOS, A COMPLETE KIND SWEETHEART FULL OF LOVE, EXACTLY THE KIND OF GUY THAT WOULD SHOW KRATOS A GOOD TIME AND HAS AN ADORABLE ONSCREEN DYNAMIC THAT DOESN'T EVEN NEED TO BE AU'd OR CHANGED TO MAKE SENSE AND THIS FANDOM DOES NOTHING WITH IT. I see so many AUs where Heimdall survives to get with Kratos and valid but you know what??? I am gonna be angry, WHERE ARE MY FREYR LIVES AUs. WHERE ARE MY AUs WHERE FREYR LIVES AND GETS KRATOS ASCENDED ON THAT VANAHEIM ZA???????

LIKE FORREAL. I honestly feel like this fandom gets so blindsided by Heimdall and wanting to put him in situations and hell I'm guilty of it too, but I have genuinley met GoW Heimdall likers that straight up forgot Freyr existed and it shocks me. I don't get it!!!!!!

Theres a reason I ship Heimdall x Hermes together and its because their individual dynamics are so unbelievably compatible and I like to explore that. But I get people wanting something more realistic in universe as a muse. When it does come to shipping Heimdall with someone else in canon that makes absolute dynamic sense to me, I gotta be honest, Heimdall x Gná is the only "heimdall gets a dom" pairing that I can realistically get behind. Since they both would actually like each other despite being hated by all their peers for their devotion to Odin. Is it healthy? No, but Kradall isn't exactly peaches and cream either. So we work with what we got babey!!!!

[salmonpiffy]

I have feeling you’re talking about me….Sorry if I bothered you with my tons of Kratos x Faye stuff haha 😅

The reason I made many contents of Faye because I personally love the dynamic and the story between her and Kratos. How they met isn’t a love at first sight but they slowly understand each other and become friends and then slowly fall in love in the end. And she’s the reason Kratos started to change himself for a better. Well, I’m a sucker for this kind of romance…

But I do still remember Lysandra. I know how much Kratos loves her and miss her until now. Dang! We got the whole Greek saga because of him losing her. The moment when he gets to see with her in GoW Ascension is heartbreaking! (even that was an illusion)

Lysandra and Faye are very underrated women. Trust me, I wish many GoW fans recognize both of them. 🥹

I tweak whenever I see ppl forgetting abt lysandra and just constantly talking abt faye being his wife 😓😓 who did he go crazy for for years on end...him seeing lys in gow 2 and that being the thing that gives him the strength to carry on...ahem ignoring gaia was orchestrating that vision and also him literally having a whole love at first sight thing in the comics he loved her sm I've always had the feeling faye was more of a friend or soul mate.

[helsaguy]

[moonviaya]

Announcement!

I'm working on a GoW fanfic, and I hope you will all join me on this new path!

It will probably be out later than sooner, but I won't stop working on the plot and the character development that comes along with it!

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 2: Call Out My Name

It was not a day as any other up on the Mount Olympus, for a unrest took over the Gods, especially their leader, Zeus, who seemed to most affected by the news given by the dreadful Sisters of Fate. Their audacity truly knows no bounds and can move even the most powerful God. He was given a prophecy unlike any other - That there will be a child unlike any other before, a child born with him as a father - A child strong enough that would be able to overthrow his rule, and destroy him, and all the Pantheon living in Olympus.

Thus, something dreadful must be done. The Gods must kill a child.

As always, the selfishness of these omnipotent being did not surprise the Goddess of Nature in the least, thus, she preferred to completely dismiss these rumours and remain in her forest, taking care of the fauna and flora. She was content, having Hermes by her side, and it was a sort of peace that she had never achieved since the moment she was brought into this life. Whether it be temporary bliss or not, she was fine with it.

Until... She heard the title given to the child of the prophecy - It was not enough to know that he was a child of Zeus, for he had many, but there was more.

The Child was the Marked Warrior.

The very Marked Warrior that was destined to be her lover, some day, though his fate was severely altered by those wretches who enjoy toying with people. But there was nothing she could do, for Zeus sent Athena and Ares themselves to wreak havoc down, in Sparta, and terminate the Child's life... And what could a Healing Goddess achieve by attempting to fight against the two most renowned Gods of War? She would only become a broken shell of herself. Still, she could not abandon the poor Child, whose fate became destroyed, because of her own impatience. The Sisters were right, should she not have been so entitled and pitiful, this person would have lived a good life... And now...

Looking down at the mortal world, she could see Sparta already plunged in chaos and engulfed in flames, with Ares and Athena massacring so many innocent people, who needn't be killed, for their own vanity. Though she had always found Ares to be incredibly despicable and unlikeable, Athena was far worse. She was arrogant and selfish, and she never liked her. Worse, they were Zeus's favourite children, and it showed.

The human world now looked akin to the deepest parts of the pits of Tartarus, full of despair, everything in ruins, people either running away, shrieking in fear, or fighting, and dying at the merciless hands of those awful Gods that killed anything that they were afraid of. How very pathetic, Katrina thought, as she immediately descended towards the mortal realm and ran towards the bigger commotions, using her powers to try and put out the flames, creating blankets of grass and moss on the ground, hoping it will not be destroyed, to allow the injured to heal. Veins and plants would spurt from the greenland she'd create with each step she'd take, and they would try to hold up the shambling buildings and saving any poor soul that may have been in danger.

By the time she arrived at the fated scene, Ares and Athena had already captured the poor child, struggling and writhing to worm his way out of his grip, calling out for his brother. Kratos. The child let out a war cry and lunged at the God of War with a spear in his hand, but was ultimately swatted away with ease, like a flying pest.

"Enough, Ares! You came here to capture the child of the prophecy! That boy has nothing to do with you! Have you not wrecked enough havoc already?! Are you truly this incorrigible?!" Katrina yelled at him, running to stand protectively in front of the young boy that was now pitifully laying underneath the boards of the house he destroyed. She could hear his weak voice, calling out for his captured brother, Deimos. "Our sister is right. We have accomplished our task. Let us return, now. We still have a lot of work to do." Athena, for once, seemed to agree with her red haired sister, though she spared her no look, instead, choosing to only glare at her brother. "You see so little of what is true. Katrina, step aside, now!" though he took up his weapon in his other hand, the Goddess stood tall, her long, red hair flying around her menacingly, and her green eyes were shining like wildfire. It was not often when they would see the peaceful Goddess this angry, and for once, Ares smirked, pleased at the picture before him. He lived for this kind of rage. He could get drunk on the rage that was bubbling inside of her. "We will meet again soon, sister. And then, you will see, that my words were true." thus, the two turned around and galloped away, leaving the Goddess alone. With a sigh of relief, Katrina swiftly turned around and knelt to the ground, using vines to uplift the heavy wood fallen on the young boy, and once he was trapped no more, she reached out her arms towards him and dragged him out, holding him into a tight embrace. "Fear not, young one. I will protect you. I will not allow anything to harm you any more." her voice was so soft and soothing, that Kratos could feel his body and mind melting into her arms. "Rest now, and I shall heal your wounds. Once you wake up, should you need me again, just call out my name, and I will see to it, one way or another." it was a vow that Kratos knew, she would never break. "Train hard, and conquer everything in your path. You are destined to become the greatest warrior that Sparta ever had. You can succeed in anything you dream." though this was the prophecy for the Marked Warrior, perhaps, with him gone, his brother could take over his work. With his last bit of strength, the young boy pulled away from him, and looked into her eyes. Once he did, he found himself lost completely, and a weird sensation started surging through his veins, as if electrocuted. He couldn't understand what was going on, but he felt trapped in her emerald world, yet for some unknown reason, he had no wish of escaping. "What is your name?"

Her name was going to remain embroidered into his mind, for the rest of his life.

Katrina.

Kratos could feel his mind slipping away, and he fell unconscious in the woman's arms, as she hummed a sweet melody. His fatigueness disappeared, and he had the most restful sleep in his entire life. In honour of his brother, he got a tattoo that would resemble the birth mark he dorned on his face, and eventually, he would conquer every trial presented his way, without fail. Not once, did he call out that Goddess's name, as he wanted all of his achievements to be done by his own hand, yet with her prophecy in mind, he did strive to become the greatest and strongest there was, catching the eye of many of his peers and leaders.

Eventually, he would even fall in love with a beautiful woman that was like no other. A beautiful woman named Lysandra, that was able to calm the tides of rage that clouded his mind, and bring him the peace that he needed. She had become his safe and loving solace, and his life could only get better, once the woman became pregnant and gave birth to their sweet baby girl, Calliope.

Though Katrina could only watch with a burning ache, she only wished happiness and bliss for the happy family. Once the child was born, she even put a beautiful pink flower in her hair, and blessed her to have a successful, healthy and happy life. She even created a baby fox for the girl to play with, and to protect her, in need. Everything was going well... That is, until the dirty hands of the God of War started create misfortune for the Spartan General, and thus, created such an awful skin disease, that, given the Spartan Law, would make them forsake and kill their child, for being too weak.

For the first time, Kratos called out that name he heard when he was a mere child.

Katrina.

And she appeared before him, as he was cradling his child dearly in his arms. His face looked distraught, while his wife was trying to stay strong for both herself, and her husband. The Goddess took the child into her arms and used her powers to cure her... Yet nothing changed. Realization washed over her, and she could only sigh and look away.

"Kratos, have you ever heard of the Ambrosia fruit?" she asked, looking with pity at the small child in her arms. "Is it not said that Gods drink Ambrosia fruit every day, to remain immortal and powerful?" Lysandra asked, shock taking over her, at the mention of said fruit. "Yes, that is exactly right. This is not just a mere disease of the human realm, that I can cure with ease. This was made by a God, and can only be cured by the Gods' greatest cure there is." she explained, dreading to see the pained look on the parents' faces. "But why would the Gods want to curse our dear Calliope? What has she done wrong? Or are they trying to curse us, by harming her?" Kratos remained silent, while only his wife spoke. "They are not cursing you... They are challenging Kratos." the Goddess passed the child to her mother, who sat down on the bed, and the fox went to snuggle to her side. "Challenge... Me?" the man furrowed his brows in confusion. "Remember your childhood? Ares wanted to kill you, but I and Athena opposed. Long ago, Gods would cast plagues on great Heroes' families and villages, as motivation for them to start a quest and retrieve the Ambrosia fruit. Many Gods cursed many people dear to the Heroes just for their sick means of entertainment..." she shook her head, as a means to stop saying any more bad things. "Kratos, you must go and retrieve the Ambrosia fruit from Asclepius's Temple. It is the only way to save sweet Calliope. Here, take this. It is Apollo's Flame. It has the ability to guide you to the Temple... But bear in mind, it will not protect you from what you may encounter. Your own kin will turn against you. Barbarians, foreigners... Maybe even monsters. I do not know, yet the Gods have a sick, twisted sense of humour. You must make haste, Kratos. I can give you no guarantee as to how long she has." she explained, putting her arms on his shoulders and squeezing tightly. The Sisters of Fate truly were the most disgusting beings for allowing such foolishness to take place. "Will you stay here and protect my family?" the man asked, pained and worried for his two beloved girls. "Of course. Worry not, I will not let anyone pass the law before you return. What Ares and Athena did years ago... I am capable of doing the same, need be. Though, I hope my negotiation skills will work in my favour." she reassured, and in that instant, she was engulfed into a suffocating hug, akin to that which she offered him, during his childhood. "Thank you." he said, before releasing her. He knelt in front of his wife and kissed his child on the forehead, before he did the same to Lysandra. "I will return victorious. I will save Calliope no matter what." the display was bittersweet, and once more, Katrina internally swore to protect his family.

Through their waiting, the Goddess did various spells to keep the newborn child in good shape, as much as possible, and when the army came over to retrieve and kill the child, she retaliated, and promised to wreak havoc to Sparta , once again. The fear of Gods was greater than anything, for mortals. However, when the King himself came over, she negotiated that, should the Ambrosia juice work, he would have the last sip - Of course, what greedy king wouldn't agree to having Godly powers? Ha. Fool, Katrina thought. That sip would aid him for nothing.

Often, in her grief, Lysandra would ask the Goddess "What if he does not return? What if he gets killed during the war waged by the Gods?" she would repeat every day and every night, and the Goddess would reassure her. "Worry not, Lysandra, for Kratos would even crawl out from the pits of Tartarus, for you and sweet Calliope. Just have patience, and you will be happy again, together. All three of you." Katrina then conjured another pink flower and put it into the woman's hair, so she would match her dear daughter. After all, the Goddess was bound by an oath to the man, and could feel his life energy surging through her veins.

Thankfully, the painfully long waiting bare fruit, and Kratos returned, as promised, with the cure for his little girl. Once the little one drank the juice, the skin disease immediately vanished, and with that, so did the parents' worry. They celebrated eagerly, holding each other with so much love, while the Goddess could only watch with a smile, and a shattered heart. Though she could not be with her true beloved, at least he Marked Warrior's brother should be happy, despite the hardships.

For his success, Kratos was given the title of Spartan General and was allowed to lead the Army towards many more victories, one after another, without fail, and his legend would follow throughout the land. But that was not for long, as the new General had to fight an army of Barbarians, and he was defeated. Once he realised his life was going to be ended, just like that, he called out to the skies, striking a deal with Ares - A life of servitude, in return of destroying the Barbarian army.

Katrina could not believe her eyes once she took note of what was happening down in the mortal real - How could he be so stupid and pledge his life for such a fickle God? The Barbarian army was defeated, but what of his future? What of his family? Did he not realise how dangerous an implication that would prove?

The hoards of Barbarians were dead with a single swoop, and Kratos's life was now another's. Ares would have his arms be seared tight, with the chains tied to the Blades of Chaos. This meant the beginning of a new chapter in the General's life, as now, he had to abide to His every rule, and travel from land to land, spreading war and death... But he was not realising, he was swiftly succumbing to his rage and anger, and was losing his grip on reality. No matter what the Goddess tried, there was no taking him back. Ares's grip on him was too powerful, and only his demise would liberate the Spartan.

Not even Lysandra, or young Calliope were able to wake him up to reality, for he was too far gone. That is, until his last pillage, where he encountered an Oracle that warned him against massacring the remaining villagers from the Temple of Athena... Yet, of course, the blinded warrior heeded not her call, and went on ahead, shedding innocent blood without a single care in the world.

Until he looked down at his last two victims. Two victims, that were supposed to be back in Sparta, not there. WHY were they there? It made no sense. Was this a delusion? A fake? A nightmare? Or perhaps, he was dead, and forced to live his greatest fears?

He called out Katrina's name, begging her to save them - Perhaps they were still hanging on to a thread of life? But the forlorn expression painted on her face made it clear, there was no hope for the two. "A deal with Ares means you are his, and his alone. Anyone else is a burden, and takes away from you being his perfect warrior puppet." as he cradled his wife's lifeless body, Katrina held Calliope. "Perhaps... Being such an innocent and kind child, she will find her way towards Elysium... And be with all the other children that were taken from this world prematurely." she sighed, caressing her bloodied face. "Have have I done... Why... They were supposed to be back home..." Kratos's pitiful mourning meant nothing to the God of War. "Gods are selfish, Kratos. They never wish true happiness for mortals, unless it benefits them. You happiness was only a hindrance for him, so he took it away." she explained, though in that instance, the God's voice boomed through the ruined temple, revealing that it was him who planted his family in the village, believing that, should he kill them, his heart would harden and he would become the ultimate warrior.

She helped the man cremate their bodies, yet the Oracle was disgusted with his deed, and cursed him, to have his family's ashes bound to his skin, and would become known throughout the land, as the Ghost of Sparta, and every night from that point onwards, he would have nightmares of what he had done. Thus, the Great Spartan General was finally defeated. Driven mad, tortured and uncertain of his surroundings, the warrior found himself captured like a fly in the web of the Furies, as he tried to sever his contract with the God.

His pain, however, was far too great, and with that, his rage grew, and not even the Furies could hold him away from his vengeance. In a moment of hesitation, Kratos was able to escape their bounds, and killed them, thus severing away his ties with the God of War. Perhaps, now it was time to become a Champion of the Gods. Perhaps, it was time to have their favour sway his way, for once.

For five years, Kratos would serve the Gods, performing heroic deeds in their name, to gain favour, until the day that he watched the Sun fall down from the skies, and looking for answers, it was not the Goddess he was so familiar with, but her sister, the Goddess of Wisdom, that would give him the information, so that he could complete the task at hand - Rescue Helios. He had been kidnapped by the God of Dreams, Morpheus, who wanted to plunge Olympus into eternal slumber that would bind both men and Gods. Soon, all will succumb to the black grip of Morpheus.

Through many struggles and discoveries, he ended up going further into the Underworld, only to hear a melody that would haunt all of his dreams.  It was a sweet melody that she created, all by herself, the day that Kratos carved the flute for her and the Goddess imbued it with her magic, so that whenever she sang, flowers would bloom and small critters would come along and surround her. Upon seeing her form for the first time in so many long and painful years, he noticed at her feet, the fox was still guarding her, even after death.

In a rush, Kratos jumped off his boat and started chasing after his little girl, calling out her name desperately, only to be met with the Goddess Persephone. Being able to sense his genuine grief, she proposed the idea of a gift, of sorts. If the Spartan is willing to sacrifice his power and weapon, then she will allow him to be reunited with Calliope, in Elysium. An offer, that the father took without a second to spare.

But no gift is ever without a greater price to pay.

As Kratos ends up in the lush gardens of Elysium, he falls to his knees in front of his sweet daughter and embraces her dearly. As soon as he saw her, he realised, that all that he worked for, all that he ever wanted, was finally, within his reach. Years of service to the Gods had not delivered him from his pain, never had it eased the burden of his past... But now, Calliope was found. He cared little that the world was going to suffer - What about all the suffering that HE endured, all this time? He deserved to have a little bit of solace, after going through such torture. He deserved to be selfish and take what he wants.

"Father! Why did you go?!" the girl scolded him, patting at his chest, as if to punish him for being away so long. "I am here now, child, and I will not leave you again." he reassured the young girl, who although smiling, was still pouty and would continue to reprimand him. He had to know how much she missed him, of course!

However, he will soon learn once again, that Katrina's warnings had been truthful, and all Gods are selfish and only go about their own desires, without a single care in the world for the mortal realm. "I have watched over you, pathetic mortals, for a thousand years, and it is always the same! Serving yourself before the needs of others has always been your flaw. But no matter, for now, you serve my purpose." how dare she have the audacity to utter such falsehoods, when the Gods, above all, are the most despicable ones? The more she approach them, Calliope would cling onto his leg, burying her face into his torso, afraid of the Goddess of the Underworld and her menacing words. "It is time for all that came before, to end." she said, as she explained the plan she elaborated so cunningly. Liberating the Titan, Atlas, so that he could kidnap Helios and in turn, destroy the pillar that holds the world, bringing perish to Olympus, plunging the world into Chaos once more... And dying, along with everything that exists. All because she wed a man she did not love, and was betrayed by the Gods. Calliope was softly whimpering from what she was hearing. "In your selfish choice to be with your daughter, you have caused her ruin." this realisation dawned on him hard. No matter how much she wished to be reunited with his family, he was doomed for a life of pain. "Elysium falls too, Kratos. She will perish." "No! I will NOT let the Gods take her from me again!" though he tried to leap on her and kill her, he was easily thrown away by a swat of her hand. Concerned, the little one ran to his side, attempting to help him get up from the ground.

The choice was clear to him, yet impossible to make. To stay with his daughter meant the end of the world... And the end of her. To stop Persephone and Atlas, would mean forsaking his daughter... Forever. While his hatred and anger for the Gods grew ever stronger, he knew there was but one thing to do. Unable to even look her way, and trying to tune out her pleadings and cries, Kratos desperately tried to pry his little girl as gently as he could, so that he could find a way to stop Persephone from achieving her goal. He realised that what he had gained in humanity, he lost in power, and he would need to become the monster he once was, if he was to defeat the Goddess of the Underworld. He would need to become the Ghost of Sparta once again. - Thus, he began slaughtering the innocent souls that roamed Elysium's gardens, gaining all that he had given. If he wanted to save his child, he would need to sacrifice his life with her, so that she may live.

At that moment, Kratos knew his destiny was not with Calliope. He could only look away from her sobbing, screaming form that lay on the grass, pitifully calling out for him to return to her. She was lonely, and afraid, and she needed her father back to hold her and protect her. The Fates were never that kind.

Gripping his weapons, he ran away out of Elysium, in pursue of Persephone and Atlas, and upon defeating the Goddess, he heard her say something that would stick with him, forever. "Your suffering will never end, Ghost of Sparta. But if you ever want to blame someone for your grief, blame that Goddess you are so blindly fond of. Perhaps she cursed you, instead of blessing you. Do you not know that one who preaches about others, is often, rotten to the core?" were her dying words.

Still, they meant nothing to him, at the moment, for he was mourning his daughter once more. Once he went down, to face Atlas, carrying the world on his shoulders, chained and doomed forever, he remained quiet - Yet, the Titan, did not. "Perhaps you believe the Olympians will help you. But I ask - Where are your Gods now, Kratos? Why do they not come to your aid?" he challenged him, not only taunting, but planting the seeds of doubt and revenge into his heart. "I do not need the aid of the Gods, Atlas!" the man yelled out at him. "But my path is clear to me. I will serve them, and they WILL keep their promise to free me from my past!" it seemed as though the mortal was trying to convince himself of these words. "I ask you, Spartan - What good is the promise of an Olympian?" this question made Kratos realise, he was powerless, before the Pantheon. "It is all I have, Atlas!" he called out, his voice breaking, almost close to outright crying. "We will meet again, Spartan. The Fates have deemed it. One day, you will regret what you have done here. The Sisters toy with mortals and Olympians alike, Spartan. That Olympian woman who treasures you so had faced their cruelty, she should know better and warn you." were the last words that Atlas addressed to the mortal, yet once again, they referenced the Goddess of Kindness that promised to protect him long ago.

He could not understand though, why were these two warning him about Katrina? What is it about the Fates, and curses?  Surely, if she had cursed him, he would have been long dead - Only they knew how many times he was close to death. And as of cursing his family... Calliope would have been long dead, should she not have told him about the Ambrosia fruit, and given him Apollo's Flame to guide him, so that could not be it. Still, perhaps some day, he would ask her about her involvement with the Sisters of Fate. He needs to have his past erased, and though she told him she does not have such powers, he still hopes that, some day soon, some God will finally liberate him from the shackles of his past.

Kratos now returned back to the mortal realm, a hero, having saved humanity, yet that meant little to him. By forsaking his daughter, he had abandoned the only person he ever cared for, and broke his promise to his wife about protecting them with his life. What he had long sought and finally found, was now, forever lost.

Lost, as all his thoughts, and non-existent, as all the answers that he was seeking for - And for five more years, he would be serving the Gods once more...

Until the fated task of killing the God of War had finally been given.

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This but Kratos and Faye (or Lysandra)

So adorable 😂

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Faye x Kratos CH 7: Faith

KRATOS

The traveler unnerved Kratos. In another life, that man could have been him. Weak. Ordinary. Mortal.

Kratos craved the mundanity of the natural order, of death. It came so easily to some, like this traveler. What a blessing it was. In another life, Kratos could have lived out his days in Sparta with his wife and child. He could have grown old beside Lysandra, and maybe lived long enough to see his child grow into the strong woman he knew she could have been. He would have been wholly content with that life. But that was long gone now, buried in the ever-shifting sands of time.  

But there was that other side of Kratos, however small, was at the very least grateful for his godly powers. He was not helpless to the violent whims of others. Did this man watch his family be ripped from him? Did he suffer? Suffering was a condition of man and Kratos knew suffering all too well. He'd suffered for so long that any bit of joy or happiness was always veiled with a layer of thick, terrible dread like it was a all a trick.

He heard Faye as she whispered a prayer over the man’s body. She took the corpse’s hand and crossed it over his chest. Her hands shook terribly.  

“Lo, there do I see my Mother,” she murmured.

And where was her family? It never occurred to Kratos why the hunter lived alone in the woods. He wondered what clan or tribe might have shaped her hands. He wondered what mother and father made her the woman she was – and where they had gone.  

Kratos’ eyes shifted around the dense cluster of trees around them.  

“We should not linger,” Kratos urged her. Faye shot him a glare and spoke louder.  

“Lo, there do I see my Father,” she growled.  

Kratos understood her rage. He understood her helplessness. But as far as Kratos knew, this traveler was no one to her. Just one of the many in the faceless horde struggling to survive above the shit of this world. He was just another man, left to pass and be forgotten.  

“Lo, there do they call to me,” she finished her prayer. A stillness fell over the hunter as she knelt at the man’s body. Faye stood, gripping her hands into tight fists. She offered the body one last glance before trudging away.  

Most of all Kratos wondered why she bothered to pray regardless of the man, stranger or not. This woman had such clear disdain for the gods.  

Kratos followed her, perplexed, as she led the way back to doe.

FAYE

Faye and Kratos ate a meal of stewed venison and unleavened bread that night. Faye was silent and sullen. She stared down at her bowl, troubling thoughts stealing her appetite. If she had not been distracted by the stranger, there was a chance she would have been able to save the traveler. Her purpose in this realm was to protect those who could not protect themselves. Faye tightened her fist as the image of the dead traveler flashed in her mind. Eyes cloudy and mouth open mid-scream. She had failed him.  

Faye considered giving up the blades and letting the stranger go. It was a fleeting thought. No, she had to maintain her bargain with him. How many more innocent lives were at risk if she didn’t investigate whether he was a threat or not? He had to prove himself worthy. That was the only way she could be sure his existence in the realm wouldn’t upset the natural balance. The only other option would be killing him, and she realized she was in no position to grapple with him again. She was too close and too weak, and he had been very watchful of her since their hesitant deal. Every move she made was under the gaze of those golden eyes. He even waited until she made the first bite of the stew, probably suspecting poison.  

In the meantime, there was another equally great risk lurking in the woods. Faye was familiar with reavers. Their numbers had continued to grow every winter over the 90 years at her watch. Each season they grew bolder, and their tactics more desperate. And Faye knew all too well that a desperate animal was perhaps the most dangerous kind of creature. Like a wolf with its paw in a trap.  

Faye stole a glance at Kratos. Was he any different? Faye wasn’t sure exactly what the god could be capable of but the blades at least were testament to his ability for violence. If she gave up the blades in order to squash the reaver threat, would she not be leaving the realm in the clutches of a worse enemy? She chewed the inside of her lip. He couldn’t have come at a worse time.  

Now that she had become injured, Faye knew she would not be able to make her patrols of the forest and neighboring regions. The reavers would grow emboldened by her absence. The traveler on the road was proof enough of that. Faye ground her teeth. Soon she would remind them why they should be wary of the woods.  

With her appetite fully soured, Faye pushed her bowl to Kratos and sauntered to her bed in silence. He spoke without looking up from his meal.  

“You should eat,” He grunted.  

“I’m not hungry.”  

Kratos didn’t bother arguing. Faye kicked off her boots and settled restlessly into the furs. With her injury, it would be nearly impossible to drive out reavers. Without help, that is. She glanced over at Farbauti and was surprised to see that he was already looking at her.  

“Do you have faith in your gods?” Kratos asked.

“I have no gods,” Faye said.  

“Why?”  

Faye sucked in a tired breath. She knew that not all gods were cruel. Tyr was the only one that came to mind. A god of war who had been an instrument of peace. He was the god who tried to save her people. In the end, he along with her kin fell to Odin’s sons. That small flicker of goodness had died with Tyr. There were no such things as peaceable gods, not anymore.  

"My business with the god's isn't a concern of yours, Farbauti,” Faye snapped, “Why does it matter to you?”  

“It doesn’t,” Kratos admitted.  

“Don’t take this personally, but you’re a shit conversationalist,” Faye said, eyeing him from the bed.

"If you have no gods, then why did you pray for the traveler?" Kratos raised a brow. Waiting.  

“I offer prayer to my ancestors,” Faye said with a sigh, “Those whom I will join at the time of my death.”

“Afterlife.” Kratos thought for a moment as he finished his supper. “It is foolish to believe in such things,” he said.

“See this is why I don’t like talking to you.”  

The only chance she had of seeing her people, her family again, would be in the realms of the dead. If she gave up that glimmer of hope, then what would she have? Who would she have to fight for? Why should she carry on?  

“Tell me god ,” Fay growled, “Who waits for you in the afterlife?”  

Kratos flinched.  

She knew it was a cruel thing to say. But it felt so good to say something that would hurt him that Faye convinced herself it must be true. Gods could not feel, could not love. This god was no different. Nothing but darkness waited for him in the afterlife. There would be no comfort for him, no reprieve from the agony, and his screams would only be met with silence.

Kratos’ breath grew heavy for a moment, and his eyes were glassy in the firelight. Faye could see the veins in his neck pulse with hot blood. He stood so hard that the stool clattered to the floor. Faye’s heart leapt up in her throat and for a moment she thought he might retaliate against her.  

He only gripped his fists tight and without a word, he lumbered toward the door and left. No violence, no blows, just silence. Faye laid back down and listened to his heavy steps on the dried foliage grow farther and farther away.  

Good , she seethed inwardly,  maybe now I can finally sleep without your midnight mumblings.  

Faye settled in her furs with a huff, but sleep did not come no matter how much she tossed and turned. She wished he had at least slapped her for insolence, called her a coward, or thrown any number of insults. Faye felt a deep, terrible gnawing sensation in her gut. It was the silence that bothered her the most.  

Only when the embers died in the hearth did Faye’s anger cool. Hours past and when Farbauti had not returned she couldn’t help the pang of concern in her chest. He was a god, but he was still weak. The odds would be against him if he came upon a pack of reavers. Shadows darted off the thatch roof with the flickering flames. Faye’s imagination spun up a hundred different monsters but none were worse than that damned feeling inside her that asked: What if you’re wrong?  

Faye stayed awake until finally the embers died, and she drifted off. There were no dreams or visions, no memories of her kin, nor songs to lull her. Only the deepness. Only silence.  

-

Faye woke to the sound of cloth tearing. It was just past dawn, too early for the birds to sing. There was only the long moan of the winds outside.  

Kratos was at the table. His back was to her and she watched as the snake-like tattoo wrapped around his chest moved as he worked. Something else caught her eye, another scar. It was a long gruesome slit of gnarred skin that fell just to the left of his spinal column. When he turned, she noticed it matched the scar on his abdomen. A wound like that should have been mortal. It seemed like the more Faye realized, the less she actually knew about the god.  

Kratos turned and Faye closed her eyes, just peeking through the lashes. He stood rigid, binding his wrists and forearms with linen. With a blank, mechanical look, Kratos slowly wrapped a roll of linen around and around. While his hands worked, his mind was elsewhere.  

Where had he gone all night? Wherever it was, he found no rest there. Deep circles were under his gold eyes. A few times his grip on the linen faltered and he dropped the cloth to the floor. He was exhausted.  

Kratos didn’t look up when Faye eased herself from the bed. Closer now, Faye could see his hands were shaking. He dropped the roll of linen again, but Faye snatched it up from the floor. Faye reached for his hand but Kratos jerked it away with a tired grunt.  

“Let me see,” Faye said, beckoning for the arm. The muscles in his jaw shifted and with a heavy sigh, Kratos offered his arm.  

Faye inspected the wounds. It was curious. While his other wounds were mending fairly quickly, those chain-linked burns had still not healed. There were red and inflamed and still bleeding in some places. Faye traced a finder lightly over the marks. The skin was feverish. She could sense their magic, their curse. She shook her head knowing that this kind of magic went far beyond her expertise. This was god-magic.  

Faye turned his hand over and inspected fresh wounds over his knuckles. The skin was nearly scraped to the bone in places.  

“What have you done here,” she murmured. There were splinters in his skin. She was sure that there were some trees with fist-sized holes in them out in the forest. Kratos shifted the longer she looked. Faye took up the linen and began wrapping. She carefully took the linen in between his fingers and around his knuckles. She wound it securely but loose enough for free-movement.  

Faye glanced up as she worked. Those gold eyes that once burned with rage had grown heavy with sorrow and pain. Hand over hand, Faye bound his skin with wrappings all to the way up his forearms.  

As Faye moved for the other arm, Kratos took her wrist. Faye waited for him to speak but the words were slow to come. His eyes searched Faye’s face, jaw gripped tight.

“What is it?” Faye asked. She could feel his grip on her wrist soften. His eyes fell low to the ground.  

“I too pray to my ancestors.” Kratos said. "I...hope," he ground out the word hope like it was a curse. "I hope that they find rest."

“I thought you didn’t believe in the afterlife,” Faye said, taking her wrist from his grip.  

“I said it was foolish,” Kratos said, “I never said I didn’t believe.”  

Faye nodded, and took up wrapping his other arm.  

“It isn’t foolish to have hope,” she said, “In the end, hope is all we have.”  

“Hm,” Kratos grunted, a sad smile on his face.  

“What?”  

“It is nothing,” Kratos said. Faye wasn't convinced but she was pleased at least that he was capable of an emotion other than rage or silent judgement. He flexed both hands, testing the bindings. Seemingly satisfied, Kratos gave Faye a curt nod as a small gesture of thanks.

"Good," Faye said, brushing past him to the larder. She filled a rucksack with various supplies and bobbles: venison jersey, unleavened bread, seeds, pelts, beads.

"Come along, Farbauti," She said at the door, "We're going to see a friend."

[angyvalentine]

It took me MONTHS to finish it, and still it sounds so strange to me imagining Kratos proposing to Lysandra, but... I mean, why not? Set in the Modern!AU I posted here and there, that was a prompt by @the-shy-artisan <3

Kratos and Lysandra © Santa Monica Studio Art ©Meh

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TO MY FELLOW KRATOS X LYSANDRA SHIPPERS OUT THERE: from what I seen, we haven't given this ship a official name...so how about we call this one Lysos? Not only it's the name from a Greek village, the name itself originates from the Greek word "liono" and I qoute, "was an industrial area for the melting of metals." I like to think the "melting of metals" could reference to Hephaestus (who is also the Greek God of Fire, Metallurgy, Metalworking, and Volcanoes) forging the Blade of Chaos with primordial fire!

[angyvalentine]

I'll be honest, it has been SO HARD imagining Kratos proposin' to Lysandra!

But maybe we're getting something done =w= I didn't forget about your prompt, @the-shy-artisan <3

[angyvalentine]

Deimos would be the nerd brother who would hide speakers everywhere in his and Kratos's living room, just to suddently make them play "Can't help falling in love" by Elvis while Kratos and Lysandra are in that room, spending their first Valentine's together.

[And Kratos'd be "I can't destroy anything since this is my home too but where the hell did he hide those damn speakers----"]

[angyvalentine]

@kratioed just know I'll print and frame these tags 😭❤️🫶🏻