The fallen god

Part 1

scouts of Raven Branwen lay dead in a pile of bodies, organs flung everywhere, heads missing, limbs ripped apart, and the one who stood in the middle of it was a h/c haired white skinned male holding the last scouts head in his hand slowly squeezing the person head as they struggled to be set free "I want you to send a message to your leader" the man said trenched in blood, his menacing voice echoing across the abandoned village, the scout held by his hand nodded profusely, "unless you wish for death stop following me" the ash covered figure dropped the scout and watched them run off into the woods knowing full well they would fulfill their task, he turned around and started walking away from the pile of bodies, stepping over limbs and organs in his path as he headed someplace else to find information on the one he seeks revenge on, Salem, she caused all his pain that he experienced and he would not rest until she lay dead at his feet, thinking of it for so long he did not notice the pack of beowolves following him until one lunged at him, he quickly turned and pulled one of his blades from his back and stab the creature directly in the face then continuously impaling it with the other before throwing it away as more wolves surrounded him, letting out a war cry he threw the chained blade at
one and pulled it toward him as he pulled out a large lion faced gauntlet and caved its head in smashing it into a tree with the sheer force, then turning around and blocking another one leaping in to bite him with his armor covered arm, watching as another behind him was ready to attack him, the Spartan lifted up the beowolve that was attacking him and ripped it in two it's blood spilling onto him as he threw the two pieces and ran at the last one in the area he noticed, slamming into it as he started to punch its head with almost god like strength as it's head armor cracked instantly with the first punch, then continued with the second, then the third, then the fourth its face nothing but mush and brain tissue, the spartan stood up not even panting at what just occurred, ready too leave once again until he heard large foot steps approaching fast, the alpha had arrived, he jumped out of the way as he heard which direction it was coming from, it turned immediately to look at him and snarled as it landed on the ground from where it charged in from, the spartan pulled out his blades ready for its attack, he knew this was much smarter than the others. He pulled out a flaming bow and started firing consistint shots at it as the alpha attempted to dodge getting hit multiple times until the spartan found an opening and threw his flaming blades at it, sling shoting himself on top of the beast, as it struggled to get him off, he rapped the chains of the blades around its and started to pull, watching it start to choke as its head started tearing off of its body, the sinew snapping, the muscle tearing, and the sound of its neck snapping until its head was flung into the air falling to the ground making a loud "Thud" when it landed, the spartan jumped off its corpse, this time very slightly exhausted. But this wouldn't stop him, he knew he must have vengeance and besides, death hasn't held him back before, for his destiny awaited him, after all he was Y/n, the ghost of Sparta.

Sorry if this wasn't gory enough I'm new and still working on new ideas for future chapters I hope you people will want more, id be glad to make more