God of War:Forever Cursed Chapter 2

"And for what, I lose a life that meant more to me than anything! He was my best friend, a true friend, the only friend I knew. And I lost him, I did!"

-Kratos

"Why must I suffer this, curse of life. A life I can no longer bear. I try to think nothing of it. If i just forget it. I left him. And for what, I lose a life that meant more to me than anything! He was my best friend, my true friend, the only friend I knew. And I lost him, I did!" The swirling cloud personifying Chaos tried to ease his pain. "Not all is your fault, Kratos. You must not blame yourself for every unfortunate thing in your life. You've made your mistakes, but now you must learn to redeem yourself." The Spartan inched toward the cliffside. Death still seemed better. "The gods abandoned me, hope has abandoned me. And I abandoned Deimos.", he sighed. "I deserve this pain, this growing pain." Kratos could feel the depression sink in. It swallowed his mind like a great beast.

The memory of his betrayal to the one that only looked up to him. The one that was his greatest ally in any problem. Though the perils of a family can be terrible, It is worse among brothers. As the god of war, Kratos had a compelling adventure. He had no choice but to face the deeds he had done. The past returned to prepare his demise. But he would not let that happen. His brother was willing to fight, but Kratos was not. He pinned him down. Yet before he could deal the final blow, the image of the young boy he left behind resurfaced in his mind. "Kratos! Help!" The distant crying for help paralyzed him with a flood of terrible memories and emotions. Deimos rose above him. He kept punching, but his strikes were not as unbearable as the clawing thoughts that tore Kratos' heart. One punch. Two. Three. Four. A Kick. Another Punch. "Get up so we shall finish this''." Fight Me!"'' But the pain made Kratos forget his brother's evil intentions.

He couldn't lift his fists. The distant crying weighed him down. "I hate you!" The sound mocked him. Repeating endlessly. For once, in years so long that no one could remember, Kratos shed a tear. It streaked down his cheek and fell to the ground. "I said fight me!" The gauntlets Deimos had stung at the touch. But Kratos thought of how things could have been different if only he hadn't killied his family. if only he never pledged himself to Ares. If only he never left his brother. If only he wasn't, the Ghost of Sparta.