- Pronouns
- she/her
She was coming in to report Kratos escaping, Hades would make an exception.
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
- Location
- Lost amidst hungry sheep
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Zag was the one to inform Hades of it so she wasn't?
- Location
- Finland
Zag did it specifically because Tis is not supposed to be in the House but since she did end up there Zag did the report for her so that she wouldn't get any extra nagging for big H.
And that is what everyone said about Zargreus never being able to escape the Underworld. Well soon we will see who will be laughing.
I mean, he can take down Hades eventually. Why not another angry man who calls their kid "boy" as well?
I can see it now. Someone determined to escape Hell meets a guy who is also determined to escape after being sent down there. It would be the classical unstoppable force meets an unmovable object.
i mean kratos bodys everyone in the pantheon, some of them first try, so he can try.
I mean, he only bodies Ares because of Athena's aid + Pandora' box. And he only defeats the other gods after becoming a god. Given that Ares is still alive here, and ES is presumably not writing "Kratos stomps everything so the person playing him feels cool..."
Yeah.
I read that as "they're not allowed to hang around and spend time in the bar, etc". So while they emerge from the pool, they then have to leave immediately rather than spending time sitting around getting drunk or having a girl's night with Dusa, like Meg does.
- Location
- Right next to the butcher's shop.
Man, gotta love those traps. After getting used to them, the only ones that still get me are the Elysian walls spears, I keep forgetting they exist, and the goddamn lava when I move wrong. Tbf, depending on the range of your weapon they're a greater or lesser risk. Zeus shield is glorious cheese.
Tranquil Zebra
Equid of Peerless Tranquility
- Location
- Norway
So, that was fun. This fic actually inspired me to go and buy Hades. Is it unusual to still be stuck on Elysium after about 50 deaths?
Elysium can be considered a choke point for many players since you have to take on Theseus and the minotaur at the same time. You really don't deal with multiple bosses at the same time through most runs. Unless you consider the Hydra one when more heads show up or you unlock the Heat Gauge so you can take on more than one of the Furies.
Yeah. I think the reason Asterius is a mid-boss in Elysium is basically so you can learn his moveset without having Theseus being a spear-sniping asshole, because Theseus's moveset is basically just the Exalted enemy types glued together. But Asterius is a complicated boss on his own, and made more difficult by Theseus throwing spears at you when you're trying to handle the bull.
Tranquil Zebra
Equid of Peerless Tranquility
- Location
- Norway
Yeah, Asterius is no problem, it's just Theseus and those damn invulnerability phases. Also, I keep getting shit luck when it comes to boons. I can clear Tartarus and Asphodel at full health, but Elysium is a damn chore when you have no armour penetration and you can't find that one boon that would bring your build online.
HoratioVonBecker
Imperfectly Aligned
What are the 'Exalted enemy types', in this case? It doesn't sound like Theseus summons a giant robot and sets himself on fire...
Mopman43
Mountain-Hermit of Nitpeak
- Location
- Vermont
Spirits of heroes, there's ones with swords, spears, bows, shields.
Kill them once and they make a little spirit that brings them back with full health if they make it to their weapon before getting killed.
- Location
- The Land of Many Bregrets
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Aaaaaa why didn't I find this fic earlier-
And yeah, Theseus is a bastard. He only has two moves and only spindashes when you're up close, so in practise it's one move, but it's still so annoying. Doubly so if his stage two has an AoE pattern without any safe spots conveniently behind pillars.
And yeah, Theseus is a bastard. He only has two moves and only spindashes when you're up close, so in practise it's one move, but it's still so annoying. Doubly so if his stage two has an AoE pattern without any safe spots conveniently behind pillars.
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Oh sure. This doesn't change the fact he's a little bitch. His fighting style has nothing to do with that.
You bastard only I'm supposed to do that!
Hades players at Theseus.
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- She/Her
It wasn't a complaint about his fighting style. He's a little bitch in personality.
Neruz
Rogue Spiderbanana
- Location
- The Land of Fire and Poison
Again, like the stereotypical video game player.
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Again, like the stereotypical video game player.
Nah, he's far more annoying than that.
Neruz
Rogue Spiderbanana
- Location
- The Land of Fire and Poison
I take it you don't play multiplayer games very often.
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Occasionally. He's even more pathetic and annoying.
Neruz
Rogue Spiderbanana
- Location
- The Land of Fire and Poison
Speaking as someone who has played both Hades and a number of multiplayer games, including a period where I was basically addicted to DotA and then later League of Legends, he's really not.
Worse than average, certainly, but not much worse.
The Fourth Time
In burning Asphodel, the Underworld's prince fought the osseous dead. The eternal spear Varatha danced, son wielding the weapon his father had wielded against his own primordial sire. There, he swept the legs under a shambling long-dead warrior and caved its skull as it lay there prone; here, he cast the long spear out to impale a witch against the wall. As she melted back into the substance of the Underworld, he threw out his hand and the spear returned to him, smashing through a heretical alchemist who stood between him.
Let it not be said that the melodramatic prince was without a certain sense of flair, and so he turned around just as the undead alchemist's explosives detonated in a most satisfying smoky explosion.
Of course, the fact that he had once again put his desire to draw attention to himself ahead of his own safety was not unexpected, but there remained other foes within the area who made a valiant effort to send him back to the none-too-welcoming arms of his father. But the prince had learned the art of the spear from Achilles himself and Athena had blessed his fleet-footed speed, and so he fought his way past the dead with only a few scrapes.
"Whew," Zagreus said to himself, leaning on his spear as he got his breath back. "You know, I wonder why those burn-flingers don't have their bombs cook off when they're running around and jumping over the magma and other things like that. I mean, they're clearly volatile." He rubbed a burn on his arm, looking around. "Should be any… moment… now…" He had been waiting for the God of War to show himself for a while.
In the orange glow of the fires of the river Phlegethon, something gleamed redder yet. Not red like the fires of this once-fertile land, but the red of freshly spilled arterial blood. The pillar of light fell down from the ceiling like a waterfall of the Styx, coalescing as it did. And in the light stood the figure of a man. His skin, a similar tone to his half-sister Athena; his hair bone white; his armour bronze and his tattered cape calling to mind the feathers of a carrion-bird feeding upon the dead. Ares's coldly handsome features did not quite look upon his cousin Zagreus, but his expression was pleasantly genial.
"Ah, my kin. It is quite fitting that these men were slain first under my auspices, and slain a second time by your hand. And I sense that Varatha is once again in your hand. A fate much better than these lesser warriors deserve! They no more deserve your father's spear than they deserved Elysium! And yet you bring death to them once more! Such savagery is something that can draw my eye through even the interminable darkness of this realm."
"Lord Ares," Zagreus called out. "Can you hear me?" He never was quite sure how aware the Olympian gods were of his presence when they visited him. Night-goddess Nyx's power veiled the whole underworld from the higher gods, and though she aided him there were certain restrictions laid upon her by both her nature and her arrangement with his father.
"Varatha shed the blood of the titans; this time, I am sure you will reach Elysium and pit yourself against the greatest of heroes. It is for glory they meet their ends on my battlefields. A heroic death for such a man is the most fitting of rewards, for it buys him passage to Elysium."
"Lord Ares? I'm sorry, but I do have a question. Have you ever heard of a man called the Ghost of Sparta? He seems very angry about... no, apparently this isn't one of the times," Zagreus sighed. "Well, if you can hear me, I wouldn't mind knowing why a man known as the Ghost of Sparta tried to viciously murder me when he saw I'd been blessed by you. Feel free to, you know, reply any time if you can hear this. If you feel like it, of course, Lord Ares," he added a little hastily.
"But you, you, my kin, will exceed them all," Ares said, showing no sign that he could hear Zagreus's word. "And to that end, I will hone your will into a killing weapon. For any man can pick up a sword or a spear, but it is the urge to kill that makes a warrior."
The blood-red light expanded, and washed over Zagreus, collapsing down into him. His shoulders tensed and he could hear his heart hammering in his ears; he could taste copper in his mouth. Sweat beaded on his brow, and each breath felt peculiarly sharp. Without thinking, he lashed out and drove Varatha deep into a pile of gilded skulls. The sound as it collapsed was very satisfying.
"Blood and darkness!" he muttered, calling his spear back to his hand. "The war-god's rage is like a kick in the teeth."
"Kill, until nothing stands in your way," Ares said, voice soft as his image faded and the red light died. "Kill until you are free of that hell."
That sounded like very good advice right now, but Zagreus paused for a moment, just breathing. Speaking as an expert at dying, he really didn't wish to rush into things too much. Rushing into things in burning Asphodel led one to misjudge a leap and land in magma, and that was bad for his feet. And as Achilles - a man who knew a thing or two about rage leading one into foolish situations - had taught him, anger was a hound best kept on a tight leash and not allowed to run wild and smash up the lounge. Not that he was naming one good boy who could also be very naughty.
Only when he felt he was in control and wasn't going to let Ares's blessing do the thinking for him did he head on. There was a new feral strength to how the Underworld's prince fought the servants of his father, and he ascended through Asphodel breaking skulls and crushing ribs as he went. One might have thought he was unstoppable, right until he ran into an ashen-skinned homicidal maniac who wrapped the chains of his weapon around his ankles, slammed him around for a bit, and then held his head under the lava. That stopped him.
"You know," Zagreus said, pulling himself from the Styx, "no one ever tells you how bad magma tastes. It burns, but it also tastes like rotten eggs."
"Hmm. Next time, try holding your breath!"
"Thank you, Hypnos. I'll consider it." Zagreus sighed. "Well, at least he hasn't gotten out of Asphodel yet."
Let it not be said that the melodramatic prince was without a certain sense of flair, and so he turned around just as the undead alchemist's explosives detonated in a most satisfying smoky explosion.
Of course, the fact that he had once again put his desire to draw attention to himself ahead of his own safety was not unexpected, but there remained other foes within the area who made a valiant effort to send him back to the none-too-welcoming arms of his father. But the prince had learned the art of the spear from Achilles himself and Athena had blessed his fleet-footed speed, and so he fought his way past the dead with only a few scrapes.
"Whew," Zagreus said to himself, leaning on his spear as he got his breath back. "You know, I wonder why those burn-flingers don't have their bombs cook off when they're running around and jumping over the magma and other things like that. I mean, they're clearly volatile." He rubbed a burn on his arm, looking around. "Should be any… moment… now…" He had been waiting for the God of War to show himself for a while.
In the orange glow of the fires of the river Phlegethon, something gleamed redder yet. Not red like the fires of this once-fertile land, but the red of freshly spilled arterial blood. The pillar of light fell down from the ceiling like a waterfall of the Styx, coalescing as it did. And in the light stood the figure of a man. His skin, a similar tone to his half-sister Athena; his hair bone white; his armour bronze and his tattered cape calling to mind the feathers of a carrion-bird feeding upon the dead. Ares's coldly handsome features did not quite look upon his cousin Zagreus, but his expression was pleasantly genial.
"Ah, my kin. It is quite fitting that these men were slain first under my auspices, and slain a second time by your hand. And I sense that Varatha is once again in your hand. A fate much better than these lesser warriors deserve! They no more deserve your father's spear than they deserved Elysium! And yet you bring death to them once more! Such savagery is something that can draw my eye through even the interminable darkness of this realm."
"Lord Ares," Zagreus called out. "Can you hear me?" He never was quite sure how aware the Olympian gods were of his presence when they visited him. Night-goddess Nyx's power veiled the whole underworld from the higher gods, and though she aided him there were certain restrictions laid upon her by both her nature and her arrangement with his father.
"Varatha shed the blood of the titans; this time, I am sure you will reach Elysium and pit yourself against the greatest of heroes. It is for glory they meet their ends on my battlefields. A heroic death for such a man is the most fitting of rewards, for it buys him passage to Elysium."
"Lord Ares? I'm sorry, but I do have a question. Have you ever heard of a man called the Ghost of Sparta? He seems very angry about... no, apparently this isn't one of the times," Zagreus sighed. "Well, if you can hear me, I wouldn't mind knowing why a man known as the Ghost of Sparta tried to viciously murder me when he saw I'd been blessed by you. Feel free to, you know, reply any time if you can hear this. If you feel like it, of course, Lord Ares," he added a little hastily.
"But you, you, my kin, will exceed them all," Ares said, showing no sign that he could hear Zagreus's word. "And to that end, I will hone your will into a killing weapon. For any man can pick up a sword or a spear, but it is the urge to kill that makes a warrior."
The blood-red light expanded, and washed over Zagreus, collapsing down into him. His shoulders tensed and he could hear his heart hammering in his ears; he could taste copper in his mouth. Sweat beaded on his brow, and each breath felt peculiarly sharp. Without thinking, he lashed out and drove Varatha deep into a pile of gilded skulls. The sound as it collapsed was very satisfying.
"Blood and darkness!" he muttered, calling his spear back to his hand. "The war-god's rage is like a kick in the teeth."
"Kill, until nothing stands in your way," Ares said, voice soft as his image faded and the red light died. "Kill until you are free of that hell."
That sounded like very good advice right now, but Zagreus paused for a moment, just breathing. Speaking as an expert at dying, he really didn't wish to rush into things too much. Rushing into things in burning Asphodel led one to misjudge a leap and land in magma, and that was bad for his feet. And as Achilles - a man who knew a thing or two about rage leading one into foolish situations - had taught him, anger was a hound best kept on a tight leash and not allowed to run wild and smash up the lounge. Not that he was naming one good boy who could also be very naughty.
Only when he felt he was in control and wasn't going to let Ares's blessing do the thinking for him did he head on. There was a new feral strength to how the Underworld's prince fought the servants of his father, and he ascended through Asphodel breaking skulls and crushing ribs as he went. One might have thought he was unstoppable, right until he ran into an ashen-skinned homicidal maniac who wrapped the chains of his weapon around his ankles, slammed him around for a bit, and then held his head under the lava. That stopped him.
"You know," Zagreus said, pulling himself from the Styx, "no one ever tells you how bad magma tastes. It burns, but it also tastes like rotten eggs."
"Hmm. Next time, try holding your breath!"
"Thank you, Hypnos. I'll consider it." Zagreus sighed. "Well, at least he hasn't gotten out of Asphodel yet."
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