Zagreus, Prince of the Underworld, is capable of polite conversation, emotional nuance, and resolving his problems through healthy communication. Kratos, the Ghost of Sparta, is capable of none of those things having min-maxed for all-consuming rage and a talent for murder. Zagreus is going to die a lot. But eh. He's used to it. That's just how family things go.

Brockton Bay. A slowly rotting, fog-wreathed city in a decaying world where things lurk in the shadows. And that's what I thought it was even before my powers opened my eyes. I wish I could ignore what I see. I wish I could forget. I wish I could escape. But I can't. The Other Place is always there. Thanks go to Revlid for editing.