500 Years of Wrath

In the human realm, a young woman named Elena walked through a bustling marketplace. Her eyes, a striking shade of green, sparkled with life and curiosity. Yet, she often felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, as if her soul remembered a past it could not fully grasp.

As she turned a corner, she collided with a man dressed in simple yet elegant robes. His eyes, a deep, penetrating gold, bore into hers with a familiarity that sent shivers down her spine.

"Forgive me," she murmured, stepping back. "I didn't see you."

The man remained silent, his gaze unwavering. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and commanding. "Do you believe in destiny, Elena?"

Her heart skipped a beat. "How do you know my name?"

A dark smile played at the corners of his lips. "Names are but echoes of our souls. We have met before, though you do not remember."

Confusion clouded her features. "Who are you?"

"I am Kratos, the God of War," he said, his tone filled with both menace and sorrow. "And you, Elena, are the reincarnation of Althea, the woman who betrayed me."

Elena's eyes widened in shock. "That can't be true. I don't remember any of this."

"You will," Kratos replied, his voice a mix of wrath and longing. "And when you do, you will understand the depth of your betrayal."

He reached out, his hand hovering just above her skin. She felt a rush of energy, a connection that was both terrifying and enthralling.

"I will make you feel the consequences of your actions," he vowed. "This time, you will know the pain of betrayal and the wrath of a god."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Elena standing in the middle of the marketplace, her heart pounding with fear and curiosity. The past and present were on a collision course, and the God of War would ensure that no one escaped the consequences of destiny.