The Son of Kratos

Chapter 13

I am giving Atreus the same scar he had earlier. Mild torture scenes, please read with caution. And thanks for 200 reads.

Atreus stood protectively over Freydis' unconscious figure as Hel walkers approached. He gripped the Blades of Chaos and swung them around killing wave after wave. But one snuck behind him and stabbed the back of his knee. He dropped down on one leg as another swung down at his face and one stabbed his stomach. Atreus collapsed, in a puddle of his own blood. Freydis jolted awake with a gasp. She turned to her side and saw a bleeding Atreus. "Atreus," she yelled. She ran over to his body, sputtering out no's. He was alive but barely. She knew the cold had no effect on him, so she took his jacket and wrapped it around her. She then looked for shelter. But when she came back Atreus' body was gone.

Hel's minions captured the demigod and brought him to one of their outposts. They laid him on his stomach as one grabbed a knife. They dragged the knife along his lower back, instantly waking him. The pain caused him to scream out as they continued. When they stopped, another heated a blade, then pressed it against Atreus' shoulder. After using the heated knife to cauterize the knife wounds, they flipped him onto his back and slashing at his chest. Using another knife, they dragged it down from his left cheek to his collar bone. (To clarify they started at his cheek bone and continued dragging it down until they reached his collar bone) They then left his to bleed out once they saw Freydis coming their way. She saw the horrific marks they left on him and let out a sob. She looked around the outpost and thought they could use it as a temporary home. She knew that one day in Midgard is ten years in Helheim.

A few days in Helheim later, Atreus woke up on a bed he didn't recognize. As he sat up, he groaned in pain which alerted Freydis that he was awake. "Hey, take it easy. You lost a lot of blood and have ten new scars. One going through your right eye, one going from your cheek to collar, one stab wound in your stomach, three on your chest and four on your back. You need to rest, I healed you the best I could." "You're always there to patch me up," he said, smiling gratefully. She smiled back, then leaned down and pecked his lips. "Alright, I'm gonna find some more supplies. We'll need them seeing as we won't age but time passes and I don't think we want to go back with hair to our ankles." He laughed before wincing.

As she made her back to Atreus, Freydis was ambushed. She grabbed her sword and blocked each attempt. Once their energy was gone, she slashed at them, ending the fight quickly. Freydis saw one further away so she pulled her bow off her back and took aim. She then let go and the arrow flew into it's skull. She sighed and went on her way again. When she entered, Atreus was asleep. She laughed to herself, then put the supplies away and laid next to him, careful not to wake. Atreus instinctively rolled towards her and wrapped his arm around her. They both slept together in peace.

After five years in Helheim, they had everything they needed to reach the Bifrost that Kratos left there. Atreus was fully healed, except the scars, and able to travel. The only problem was that it would take 65 years. But in Midgard, only a week would have passed by the time they got out. They had experienced many hardships but they got through it, together. Their bond had strengthened and were closer, having shared all the pain they endured. Freydis had a few new scars, one on her cheek and another across her back. They prepared to set off to get out of Helheim. They had no idea the pain they were about to endure.

The next chapter will continue with them in Helheim and show the others at Camp Half Blood. The story will have several more chapters but I will write a sequel after a time skip. I start school in a few days so I won't have as much time to write but I'll try. Again thank you for this many reads.