- Location
- Elsewhere
"Well of course. While plenty of beings dislike the gods, it's the relatives that despise them."
The Times That Zagreus Got Killed By A Very Angry Man Who Was Also His Cousin (Hades/God of War)
- Thread starter EarthScorpion
- Start date
"Well of course. While plenty of beings dislike the gods, it's the relatives that despise them."
Functionality
The Scholar
- Location
- At the Library
- Pronouns
- He
I have never played any of these games, and I barely know whats going on, but I am very entertained.
- Location
- California
In a twisted way, that might work in Zagreus' favor. It's clear Zag isn't anyone's agent. Just look at how terribly he fights! When the poor lad isn't going for draws against the early Boss Opponents he's getting bodied by mook shades and the environment.I think it might be 'literally the very start of the very first run-through of the game' Zag.
Here's a question for you: Is Demeter trying to freeze the world in an ice age because her baby girl hasn't come home to be deadnamed, or is it just winter right now? (Demeter: Kore, where have you been? Kore, I know you're here, you can't hide from your mother forever! Persephone:*whispered* fuck, hey Kratos, be a pal, a bro, keep my mother busy, but don't kill her. Kratos:*shout-whispering* Woman, you make demands you have no right to! Persphone: I'll make you fried sacred bird, just get out there bro! Kratos: This had better be the best fried chicken of my LIFE woman.)
Mopman43
Mountain-Hermit of Nitpeak
- Location
- Vermont
He mentioned Asphodel and the Bone Hydra, so no, it's not that.I think it might be 'literally the very start of the very first run-through of the game' Zag.
Nihilo
Authorial parasite
- Location
- Catalonia
There's also how he has unlocked the fountains. Those take a fair few escape attempts to first get the contractor, then gather enough gems to buy the option in question.
Mopman43
Mountain-Hermit of Nitpeak
- Location
- Vermont
I don't see those mentioned in either of the chapters?
Nihilo
Authorial parasite
- Location
- Catalonia
Second chapter, he mentions he got the nectar bottle he hands to Achilles from a fountain.
What I am wondering is how long it will take for Kratos to realize the Gods are very different from the ones he knows.
I mean, how can Zeus be corrupted by Pandora's Box if he is helping his Nephew escape from the Underworld? I doubt GoW Zeus would give two shits about Zagreus trying to escape and never give him any boons.
I'm really wonder what in Hades happened that had him end up here.
I mean, how can Zeus be corrupted by Pandora's Box if he is helping his Nephew escape from the Underworld? I doubt GoW Zeus would give two shits about Zagreus trying to escape and never give him any boons.
I'm really wonder what in Hades happened that had him end up here.
- Location
- Kent, WA
So much so, in fact, that I know who's speaking without looking! Well done!
Neruz
Rogue Spiderbanana
- Location
- The Land of Fire and Poison
He ran out of gods to kill, so he went looking for more and discovered the wonders of an infinite multiverse; which means infinite gods to kill!
- Pronouns
- she/her
More Hades is never a bad thing.
The Third Time
"The advantage to weapons like your long pointy spear is it keeps your enemies at the far end of it. And that's further away from you, boyo." That had been the advice that had been give to him by the talking skeleton who was apparently on payroll to stand around and be used as a target dummy. And Zagreus had taken his advice and so armed himself with the eternal spear Varatha, once wielded by his father when the old man was committing his own acts of patricide in his youth.
Unfortunately it turned out that the Ghost of Sparta did not respect things such as 'reach' and 'not throwing those vicious blades at you from spear-length'. Zagreus died with a blade the rough size of his thigh through his throat, and pulled himself out of the Styx in the House of Hades in a foul mood.
"Wouldn't you know, I have some cough drops around here somewhere-"
"No thanks, Hypnos," Zagreus snapped, marching back to his room. He was going out there and he was taking Coronacht the Heart-Seeking Bow and he was going to stand at the other side of whatever gods-forsaken room he stumbled across that psychopath in and he was going to ask him what his problem was!
Naturally, this time he didn't stumble into the madman and made his way to the looming frontage of the stygian chamber of the Furies. The spectral boatman Charon was there, with his usual assortment of overpriced wares and secrets born from the surface world. Like gems in the darkness, the boons of the gods gleamed with divine power, waiting for him to accept them.
However, one thing above all else drew the eyes of the ravenous prince of the Underworld.
"Gyros and fries… oh, wait, what meat is it?"
"Chrr," intoned the skull-faced figure.
"You know, mate, since I started coming here, I always like it when you do chicken. Have you ever thought of lowering your prices? Fifty obols is midnight robbery when you're only charging the dead one obol to cross the river."
"Hrrrr."
"It's true, I do keep on paying your very-fair-and-not-at-all-rip-off prices. Though, what is a chicken? Still haven't ever seen one."
"Hrrrrrrrr."
"Oh, sort of like a bat?" Zagreus said, paying him for the meal. He dug in. "Y'kno'," he said with his mouth full, "no on' e'er 'ells you how 'ungry dyin' ma'es 'ou." He swallowed. "'Specially when you keep on doing it. I think my last meal gets lost. Has the white-skinned angry asshole caused you any problems?"
The purple light shining from Charon's eyesockets intensified, and he exhaled a writhing, darkness-laden mist. "Chhhhhhhhh," he said firmly.
"I dunno. He might be dumb enough to try."
"Hrrrrr."
"Well, if you're sure." Zagreus blinked. "Also, wait. You sound like you know who he is."
"Hnnnnnnnn-hrrrrrr."
"Well, be like that. You never tell me anything. I bet you won't even tell me which of them is waiting for me." He nodded to the door behind which the Furies lurked.
"Khhhhhhhhhrgh."
"Yeah, thought so." Zagreus finished off his meal then stretched, bouncing on his toes. He checked his quiver, drawing an arrow which trailed pink light. "Aphrodite was nice enough to bless my bow this time. Do you think she ever gets cold?"
"Hnrrrrrgh."
"Ah, I guess your paths don't cross much." He settled his shoulders. "I bet it's Alecto this time."
It was not. No, waiting for him was Megeara; pale, one-winged Megaera, First of the Furies who torment the sinners of Tartarus endlessly. Megaera of the thirsty whip, whose tongue with the same cruelty. Also, perhaps more pertinently, Zagreus's ex.
"Hmmph," she said, husky voice soft from where she waited at the centre of this grand room, guarding the exit from Tartarus. "Haven't seen you in a while. I even wondered if you'd realised you were never getting out."
"Ah, Meg, I didn't realise you'd missed me this much. I do like our little play-dates." And no, that wasn't a lie. "No, there's a new guy wandering around Tartarus. He's really quite dangerous. Shouldn't you put aside your attempts to stop me and go after him. The inmates shouldn't be roaming around, killing the son of Hades. It's bad for discipline."
She shook her hair out, running her hands over her savage whip and coiling it between her fingers. "Zagreus, if a mere shade can kill you, you'll never get to the surface."
He'd show her. But while she was here… "Actually, given your job here, you might've heard of him. What do you know of a gentleman called the 'Ghost of Sparta', Meg?"
She stiffened up, eyes narrowing, bright pink lips pursing. "That shade is bad news, Zagreus. Keep clear of him."
"Ah ha! So you do know about him!"
"He's someone who falls under the responsibilities of all three of us. And that's all I'll say on the topic."
"Huh." Zagreus nodded, committing that to memory. "So he's an oathbreaker, someone who commits crimes due to his passions - I bet it's rage, he's an angry man - and a murderer. Well, I think he deserves all three of you, and I wouldn't want to get in the way of your important job, so I'll just be going and-"
"Do you really think that'll work?"
"I had to try, Meg." He gave her his most winsome smile. "No hard feelings?"
"Plenty."
But while chain-wielding psychopaths with a fondness for eye-gouging were a problem that Zagreus had not managed to find his way around, Megaera was. He left her bleeding body riddled with arrows as the Styx claimed her. From there, he proceeded forth into burning Asphodel and conquered it, venturing up into Elysium where he met his demise to a surprising number of bright pink soul-eating butterflies.
But on the plus side, at least he hadn't seen any ashen-skinned madmen this time and he'd also managed to plunder enough wealth from his father's domain to be able to afford those towels.
Unfortunately it turned out that the Ghost of Sparta did not respect things such as 'reach' and 'not throwing those vicious blades at you from spear-length'. Zagreus died with a blade the rough size of his thigh through his throat, and pulled himself out of the Styx in the House of Hades in a foul mood.
"Wouldn't you know, I have some cough drops around here somewhere-"
"No thanks, Hypnos," Zagreus snapped, marching back to his room. He was going out there and he was taking Coronacht the Heart-Seeking Bow and he was going to stand at the other side of whatever gods-forsaken room he stumbled across that psychopath in and he was going to ask him what his problem was!
Naturally, this time he didn't stumble into the madman and made his way to the looming frontage of the stygian chamber of the Furies. The spectral boatman Charon was there, with his usual assortment of overpriced wares and secrets born from the surface world. Like gems in the darkness, the boons of the gods gleamed with divine power, waiting for him to accept them.
However, one thing above all else drew the eyes of the ravenous prince of the Underworld.
"Gyros and fries… oh, wait, what meat is it?"
"Chrr," intoned the skull-faced figure.
"You know, mate, since I started coming here, I always like it when you do chicken. Have you ever thought of lowering your prices? Fifty obols is midnight robbery when you're only charging the dead one obol to cross the river."
"Hrrrr."
"It's true, I do keep on paying your very-fair-and-not-at-all-rip-off prices. Though, what is a chicken? Still haven't ever seen one."
"Hrrrrrrrr."
"Oh, sort of like a bat?" Zagreus said, paying him for the meal. He dug in. "Y'kno'," he said with his mouth full, "no on' e'er 'ells you how 'ungry dyin' ma'es 'ou." He swallowed. "'Specially when you keep on doing it. I think my last meal gets lost. Has the white-skinned angry asshole caused you any problems?"
The purple light shining from Charon's eyesockets intensified, and he exhaled a writhing, darkness-laden mist. "Chhhhhhhhh," he said firmly.
"I dunno. He might be dumb enough to try."
"Hrrrrr."
"Well, if you're sure." Zagreus blinked. "Also, wait. You sound like you know who he is."
"Hnnnnnnnn-hrrrrrr."
"Well, be like that. You never tell me anything. I bet you won't even tell me which of them is waiting for me." He nodded to the door behind which the Furies lurked.
"Khhhhhhhhhrgh."
"Yeah, thought so." Zagreus finished off his meal then stretched, bouncing on his toes. He checked his quiver, drawing an arrow which trailed pink light. "Aphrodite was nice enough to bless my bow this time. Do you think she ever gets cold?"
"Hnrrrrrgh."
"Ah, I guess your paths don't cross much." He settled his shoulders. "I bet it's Alecto this time."
It was not. No, waiting for him was Megeara; pale, one-winged Megaera, First of the Furies who torment the sinners of Tartarus endlessly. Megaera of the thirsty whip, whose tongue with the same cruelty. Also, perhaps more pertinently, Zagreus's ex.
"Hmmph," she said, husky voice soft from where she waited at the centre of this grand room, guarding the exit from Tartarus. "Haven't seen you in a while. I even wondered if you'd realised you were never getting out."
"Ah, Meg, I didn't realise you'd missed me this much. I do like our little play-dates." And no, that wasn't a lie. "No, there's a new guy wandering around Tartarus. He's really quite dangerous. Shouldn't you put aside your attempts to stop me and go after him. The inmates shouldn't be roaming around, killing the son of Hades. It's bad for discipline."
She shook her hair out, running her hands over her savage whip and coiling it between her fingers. "Zagreus, if a mere shade can kill you, you'll never get to the surface."
He'd show her. But while she was here… "Actually, given your job here, you might've heard of him. What do you know of a gentleman called the 'Ghost of Sparta', Meg?"
She stiffened up, eyes narrowing, bright pink lips pursing. "That shade is bad news, Zagreus. Keep clear of him."
"Ah ha! So you do know about him!"
"He's someone who falls under the responsibilities of all three of us. And that's all I'll say on the topic."
"Huh." Zagreus nodded, committing that to memory. "So he's an oathbreaker, someone who commits crimes due to his passions - I bet it's rage, he's an angry man - and a murderer. Well, I think he deserves all three of you, and I wouldn't want to get in the way of your important job, so I'll just be going and-"
"Do you really think that'll work?"
"I had to try, Meg." He gave her his most winsome smile. "No hard feelings?"
"Plenty."
But while chain-wielding psychopaths with a fondness for eye-gouging were a problem that Zagreus had not managed to find his way around, Megaera was. He left her bleeding body riddled with arrows as the Styx claimed her. From there, he proceeded forth into burning Asphodel and conquered it, venturing up into Elysium where he met his demise to a surprising number of bright pink soul-eating butterflies.
But on the plus side, at least he hadn't seen any ashen-skinned madmen this time and he'd also managed to plunder enough wealth from his father's domain to be able to afford those towels.
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
Ah, those flutterly a**h***s. As the Pact gets harsher, they can be rather nasty.
Particularity the giant one in that chamber.
Don't worry, Zags. All it'll require is a butt-load of necter, ambrosia, killing her multiple times and a lot of conversations/groveling and she'll eventaully relax. She'll still be trying to kill you while on the job, but she'll relax a bit.
- Location
- Elsewhere
"I will escape this place, and no dried up pile of bones will stop me!"
"Chhhhhhhhh"
"..you know, I think I'm going to fight my way through the Underworld and beat permission out of Hades. For no particular reason. I just want to stretch my legs."
"Actually it's passion for his craft."
"What's his craft?"
"Killing."
Undead-Spaceman
Skeleton Supreme
- Location
- Somewhere in Orbit
Charon would be familiar with Kratos, that Spartan alone is probably responsible for at least half his fortune.
I know, they are one of my most hated enemies in Elysium.
What I am wondering is how the Spartan got into this universe in the first place. Unless we are dealing with some big AU with the surface. Not that Zag really notices given what happens when he escapes.
Although the biggest mystery to me is how French Fries exist in ancient Greece. I can buy a gun being some weapon of the gods, but fries are a completely different picture.
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
My guess is that Kartos's backstory has been altered to some degree in order to fit in the Hades setting. Because Megaera knows him meaning he isn't an out-of-universe import.
Hades canon, baby.
That's what the health icon is.
The hidden truth is that no one actually gives a shit about the minutae of pre-GOW4 plotlines, because they are - put generously - schlock.
DIonysus: "I brought them back from the East. No, farther east. Even farther."
Zagreus: "So, the West?"
Dionysus: "Listen, I was drunk"
Many runs later...
Zagreus: "I checked and I couldn't anywhere that made them"
Dionysus: "I was very drunk."
I'm just glad Dionysus wasn't his cthulhu origin with the tentacles and driving others to madness. Seriously, when you study Dionysus and his origins, it makes me wonder if Lovecraft might have been inspired by that.
Otherwise, that guy is one of the top Greek Gods I would like to visit. Just to see one of his parties would be awesome.
- Location
- United States of America, Michigan
Honestly I'm surprised the Narrator has managed to keep his mouth shut enough to not spoil Kratos already.
Functionality
The Scholar
- Location
- At the Library
- Pronouns
- He
So it seems that Charon's entire vocabulary consists of grunts and growls. Does he gargle gravel in the mornings?
Video games are weird.Hades canon, baby.
That's what the health icon is.
So you're saying that Kratos is an assassin? Only less subtle?
Aaaaaaaand now I can't stop imagining Kratos sneaking around dressed as a ninja.