(Y/n) pov
Ruthless
Vengeful
Well built
Handsome
Merciless
These are simple words that described the ash covered worrier Id been watching for years.
I had first spoted him when he slaughtered his family in the name of the gods.
He didn't know but his family had forgiven him and followed his body as he slaughtered people, Gods, and Demons. I had spoken to his dead wife. I had told her of my love for her ex-husband. To my surprise she had given me her blessings, saying that he needed someone stronger than she ever could be.
My name is (y/n) and I am an assassin. When I was 16 the world of the dead began to appear in my sight. Being an orphaned girl I welcomed them with open arms. They had raised me. They taught me how to fight and use magic, thought to only be granted by the gods.
The gods have lost themselves. They, like mortals, have forgotten there purpose in thos world. Now the mother is punishing us all. All but me and him. I have spoken to her...her voice is like honey in a sea of sugar. The form she took was elegant yet seductive. Her attire showed how she didn't value expensive looking things mortals and gods value. She had a green dress and gold paint on her face. She wore no shoes or any jewels. Her simle was radiant with that of a mothers (hint why I call her mother). She told me that Kratos had been her spartan. That she'd have him do what she could not.
After all what mother would want to kill her children? Anyway I watch him as he battle Aries. Blood ran down his body, outlining his abs. I melted at the sight. However how could I get such a worthy man to love a useless girl?
I stood not wanting to dwell on the subject. I look up to see Kratos land right next to me. My heart sank and beated at a rapid pace. I study his body up close for the first time. His scar that made him look tough, his red tatoo that outlined the parts it landed on beautiful, his silver eyes that seemed to pull me into a trance.
I gather my composer and turn the opposite way. 'Wimp' I said to myself knowimg I had been giving up my possibly only chance to become apart of his life.
Then I felt a hand grab my wrist tightly. The pain aroused me, sending bolts of pleasure though my body. I turned to face him.
"What are you doing here?" he asked in a threating tone.
"Oh nothing just admiring the view." I said gesturing to the distruction he caused, but we all know I ment him.
I don't know how, but our conversation ended with me going with him to saughter the gods. He had told me I might die. Anything to be near him.
