Kratos Faces Interogation

Kratos sits alone in one of my interrogation rooms in Hell. The sociopathic brute is bound tight & restrained by righteous chains. The false hero struggles in a vain attempt to free himself from his bindings. I appear in my chosen immortal form.

“I know your secrets, Kratos. I know the war crimes that you’ve committed.”

“That wasn’t-“

“Kratos, don’t you even dare try to pin your crimes on me, you chicken shit coward. I’m not stupid. I know who I am and I sure as Hell know that an immoral & amoral piece of shit like you would try to frame me if given an opportunity.’

“Damn it!”

“And here we see the truth of you & all that ‘fury’ you have, Kratos.”

Kratos doesn’t respond. His eyes frantitcally shoot back & forth as the stupid brute tries to think of some other excuse to escape his deserved punishment. I grab the despicable faggot by his throat and look him in his eyes. I flash an evil righteous smile at the previously unidentified retard. A new sensation begins to overtake Kratos’ rage; legitimate fear.

“Now you realize how much trouble you’re in, spartan.”

Kratos swallows hard.

“I’m not body swapping with you, Kratos. I’m not taking responsibility for your crimes. I’m not letting you off the hook. I’m not going to show you mercy or kindness; because you don’t deserve it.

You are going to suffer for your crimes. You killed the entire Greco/Roman pantheon in your shitty video games, not for real. There is no way in Hell that I am going to allow you to do something like that in any culture. You’re a criminal & I am the manifestation of the punishment that you deserve to suffer, you detestable coward.”

“Lucifer, I-“

“You aren’t talking your way out of this, Kratos. And let me tell you one other thing, you disgusting piece of shit, I am now even more furious with you for trying to trick me. You’ve met your match ‘God of War’ and soon you’re going to experience what it’s like to suffer the fury of someone who is stronger than you. You’re going to suffer the fury of Lucifer Aren Caeleste.”

Kratos breaks down and starts to cry.

“Stop crying, Kratos. I know a sociopath like you doesn’t feel remorse. You’re just trying to act like you have feelings to trick me.”

Kratos’ mask drops instantly after hearing me. He flies into a pathetic fit of rage befitting a spoiled child not getting his way for the first time in his life. I chortle to myself & smile.

“There’s the true Kratos. Non-Cetra might have referred to you as a god of war; however one thing that you aren’t is a master of psychology. I don’t need a shitty degree from Non-Cetra academia to know that.”

Kratos flails about like an overgrown baby. My evil aura begins to swell. I open my mouth and exert a noise that cannot be described with human words. What the ‘God Killer’ hears is my pure unbridled hatred & rage towards him. Kratos’ skin turns an even paler shade than it was before. His eyes are full of terror. I look at the weak & despicable spartan with utter contempt.

“I’m going to enjoy punishing you for eternity, Kratos.”