Remember Kratos? The son of Zeus, cursed by the Mother Goddess, was exiled by Hades to an unknown world. Kratos.
Guess what Kratos's experience was like in that world?
If I had to describe Kratos's experience in that unknown world in one word, it would only be: miserable! Absolutely miserable! Utterly miserable!
This son of Zeus, cursed by Leto in her despair, carried the burden of primordial sin from birth.
He did not inherit the deserved divine dignity, did not possess majestic divine power, and did not have a priesthood symbolizing his identity.
All he had was the bloodline of Zeus and the curse that brought disgust and rejection from all the gods.
He was considered an ill omen, a stain on the glory of Olympus, an ominous obstacle to be eliminated in the eyes of the gods.
Growing up in such an environment, Kratos was filled with monstrous hatred for all gods and swore revenge on the gods who had given him such a fate.
However, the strangeness of this unknown world where fate had cast him was that it bore a striking resemblance to the world of Chaos—almost the original Greek mythological world.
The world moved along the trajectory it was 'supposed' to.
In this hostile land, Kratos's heart, filled with hatred, miraculously found a temporary place to rest.
He met an ordinary but kind woman who didn't care about the curse, who wasn't afraid of his brutal past, and who melted part of his frozen heart with warmth.
They fell in love and united, and Kratos seemed to see a glimmer of escape from the curse and a mortal life.
He even began to learn to let go of his hatred, to protect this hard-won peace.
But the gods, especially his cheerful father-god Zeus, never hesitated to play their cruelest jokes on him.
His wife became pregnant and gave birth to a child.
However, in this child flowed not Kratos's blood, but the divine power of Zeus!
It turned out that the supreme God-King had disgustingly transformed into Kratos and deceived his wife!
This green hat, worn by the Father God himself, was the cruelest trampling of Kratos's dignity and family.
Anger? Not enough to describe one ten-thousandth of Kratos's feelings at that time.
However, unexpectedly, even after such humiliation, Kratos's love for his wife outweighed the anger of betrayal.
He understood that his wife was also a victim, and he still loved her deeply, trying to preserve this already ugly family.
He even... tried to accept the child who had the blood of his enemy.
But would Hera, the jealous queen, allow another wild offspring of Zeus to survive in this world?
She dared not attack Zeus directly, so she poured all her anger onto Kratos's family.
An 'unexpected' catastrophe occurred; Kratos lost his beloved wife, and the world he had just built collapsed again.
And this child, because he had Zeus's blood, survived under the 'protection' of an unknown god.
Despair once again engulfed Kratos.
He hated this child, this living proof of his shame, this 'star of catastrophe' that had taken his wife's life.
He decided to abandon the child and take up the weapons of revenge, challenging Olympus with his desperate struggle.
However, the human heart is complex.
In the forced relationship with this child, seeing the outlines that sometimes resembled his deceased wife on that immature face,
Kratos's heart, as hard as iron, quietly cracked.
At first, he went from ignoring and cold-shouldering each other, to involuntary protection, and then to... he truly considered this child his own.
A father-son bond was established between the two souls, not by blood, but even stronger than blood.
They depended on each other and swore revenge on the gods who toyed with their fate, which became their only motivation to survive.
But fate seemed to take pleasure in teasing Kratos.
Just as they were sharpening their claws and preparing to unleash a bloody storm, the young man who had grown up, one day with hesitation and a hint of longing, said to Kratos:
he had fallen in love with a beautiful 'girl', was tired of hatred, yearned for an ordinary life, and... no longer wanted revenge.
Kratos felt a deep disappointment, the pain of being 'betrayed' by his only beloved.
But he looked at the desire for the future in the young man's eyes, and recalled the peace he himself had briefly enjoyed, and in the end, decided to let go.
He suppressed his revenge and let the young man go in search of his happiness, which might turn out to be illusory.
However, the malice of the gods was always near.
After a while, the young man returned, not in splendid clothes, but covered in bruises and dying.
He fell into Kratos's arms and, with his last strength, revealed the crushing truth:
the 'girl' he had fallen in love with was actually Zeus in disguise!
The supreme God-King, once again, in the most disgusting and cruel way, toyed with his feelings and defiled his last yearning for a better life.
And the jealous Hera, unable to tolerate Zeus's 'infidelity' again, recklessly sent monsters to torment this 'love rival' who had 'seduced' Zeus, until he was spent.
The young man died in Kratos's arms, and in his eyes before death, there was no nostalgia for life, only a completely shattered faith and an infinite sense of absurdity.
Kratos held the gradually cooling body of the young man and was silent.
Extreme grief and anger exceeded the limits of what he could express.
His eyes were completely dead, turning into two lakes of bottomless ice, capable only of destruction.
This time, there were no more hesitations, no more concerns.
Revenge!
On Zeus! On Hera! On all the Olympian gods who stand aloof and regard all living beings as playthings!
No matter the cost! Even if the whole world is burned, even if he forever falls into the abyss!
Kratos's fate, like a bowstring repeatedly twisted and about to snap, was finally filled with destructive energy capable of piercing the sky.
And Hades, far away in another world, calmly observed all of this.
Hades was extremely outraged by Zeus's increasingly bottomless behavior.
Tricking feelings and indirectly killing children... Such behavior went beyond power struggles or self-indulgence, revealing a pathology of deriving pleasure from the pain of others.
Suddenly, he realized that he might no longer be able to simply watch Zeus's actions with the mentality of an observer or exploiter; serious restraints needed to be introduced to prevent the God-King from going further and further down the path of madness and ultimately affecting Hades.
A thought came to mind—he remembered the god-killing scythe that had castrated the primordial God-King Uranus.
If Zeus's behavior continued to spiral out of control and showed irreversible madness, he would not mind using the oldest method to teach his younger brother a lesson he would never forget—directly cutting off the root of the problem.
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