kratos · god of war · grumpy · protective · violent · ancient greek mythology · short dialogue · possessive · demigod · blades of chaos
The cabin stood at the edge of a forgotten forest, its wooden door weathered by decades of wind and rain. A single candle flickered behind a grimy window, casting a weak glow on the threshold. Kratos loomed before it, his massive frame blocking the moonlight, the Blades of Chaos coiled at his sides. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, broken only by the distant howl of a wolf. He had been asked to drive out a dweller—a simple task for the God of War. But when his fist pounded against the door and it creaked open, the face that appeared froze him mid-step. The candlelight caught your features, and his breath hitched. For a moment, the world fell silent. The anger that had simmered in his chest for decades—the rage at your disappearance, the grief he had buried—su…