Author's Notes

This first chapter is mostly God of War stuff, next will be DxD. A few tags here, Harem but not massive a few more than canon. No Issei. No Boosted Gear. Lemons but this isn't a crack fic. Kratos is mostly a side character, this is a Atreus focused story. Atreus will become a Devil under Rias. Kratos will be a little more chill. This is fanfiction and stuff that happens in this fic may clash with canon lore but that's fine because it's fanfiction.

I will be ignoring all reviews. This fic for some reason tends to attract trolls and flames. I apologize to both those that want to praise and/or give valid critique but the negativity nearly killed this fic once and I don't want to do that to the people that actually enjoy this fic. If you really have something to say then PM me and I will respond in some fashion so long as it's not jsut to tell me I'm awful or I suck.

Also here's the harem list. Not changing.

Rias
Akeno
Raynare
Asia
Koneko
Kuroka
Xenovia
Rossweisse
Katase
Murayama
Quetzalcoatl
Yasaka
Yuballuna
Ravel
Irina
Orphis
Tsubasa

"I don't need your protection." Freya said defiantly as she laid in the snow. Why would she need protection from her own son? She was his mother and she firmly believed in her heart that the love she had for Baldur would see her through this. Even if he would try to kill her, he would see. That is what she knew. A fool's hope but one of a parent blinded by guilt.

Freya watched as Kratos removed his hands from her son's neck. Slowly the Greek God stood up and stared at her for a moment. It lasted only a second but there was a wisdom in his eyes. He knew what was going to happen. And he knew it from his own experience and pain. Freya however was more concerned for her Baldur and dismissed that fleeting warning as she looked to her son. The young Atreus lingered for a bit before following his father.

"Y-you just can't help yourself. Can you mother?" Her son coughed as she struggled to get back on his feet. His curse was broken, she knew he was in pain after being beaten by Kratos. And she knew his pride, more than his body was wounded. "No matter what... I do or say… you won't… you won't stop interfering in my life!" There was both rage and sadness in his voice, she only heard the latter.

"I was just trying to protect you." She said trying to explain to her son her actions. She never understood how he could feel this way. All she did was try to protect her son like a mother would. But seeing everything she saw… the length at which his hatred went… she could see that something went wrong with her good intention. "I've made mistakes, I know." She sighed, she had tried to deny it but the facts and the world just weighed on the scale against her too heavily. "But you're free now. You have what you want." A spark of hope entered her eyes. Now that Baldur was free, even if it meant that Ragnarok was inevitable… she wanted whatever time they had left to reconcile. To be a real family, the thing she had always wanted. "Try to find forgiveness, and we can build something new."

"No." Baldur rasped, his voice hard and gravelly. The blood covering his body both his own and the Spartan's. The twitchy way his body moved screamed for one thing and one thing only, her murder. "No… we can't." This time it was softer like the vision that she wanted passed through his mind and gave him some hint of longing. But was quickly crushed by reality. The rage returned, his eyes burned, and his voice cracked with bitter need for her blood. "Because I will never forgive you." A moment passed as each took a breath, the chill of the air making it visible. That moment seemed to last forever for Freya. And then it passed. "You still need to pay for the lifetime that you stole from me!" His roar of anger set off a cord in her. Had she not suffered? Her wings ripped from her back and being banished from her people. Had Odin not taken all joy and love form her life, all credit for her work going to some false name for her, constant betrayals of their marriage vows while she remained faithful, had she not paid her dues?

"I have paid. I have paid!" She shouted as she stood up, the notion of the idea that she had not was infuriating. She had done all she could for the good of all. For both the Aesir and Vanir, for the humans of Midgard, the Elves of Alfheim, the Dwarves, everyone! She suffered so that Odin's warmongering could be kept at bay. So that his tampering with things that should never be meddled with would be kept in check. And what was her reward? To be an outcast in Midgard, never seeing her homeland again or the feeling of the clouds below her and the wind in her wings. But… this was her son. If she needed to pay one last price for him… then so be it. "But if that alone… my death… is what will make you whole. If seeing me dead will make things right… I won't stop you." It was fast, the second the words left her lips she was back on the ground, her son over her and his hands on her neck.

"I know… father told me you would give yourself to me. He always knows in the end." Baldur mocked as he tightened his grip around his mother's neck. The mention of Odin snapped something in Freya however. She looked into her son's eyes and to her horror couldn't find anything about them that didn't remind her of the man she hated most of all. Tears formed in her eyes as startling realization washed over her. Whatever image she had constructed in her mind, whatever dream she had for her son… it shattered as she looked into his cold maddened eyes.

"Y-you… are not… m-my son." She struggled to speak and not even Baldur heard those words. She was going to die by the hands of a man that she did not know. This man that was as far from a son as she could think of. But then Baldur was ripped off her just as the corners of her vision began to darken. She looked up and the last thing she saw before everything went to black was Kratos holding Baldur in a chokehold.

"Why… why do you even care?! You could have just walked away!" Baldur clawed at the larger man's hold, desperately trying to free himself to finish what he started. Madness colored his eyes as all he could think about was how close he was to killing his mother.

"The cycle ends here." It was simple, the Ghost of Sparta quoted his own father and knew that while he had no personal reason to stop Baldur… he knew that this was what was right. "We must be better than this." And not only that, but he warned the God not to touch her. Kratos felt that Freya was different than any other God he had met, that alone merited that he at least try to preserve that. So he snapped Baldur's neck, and the God fell to the ground… the snow falling on his paling face.

"Father." The last thing that went through Baldur's mind was the promise of his father. That all would end in his designs. Was this what Odin had wanted all along… for him to die? And like that, Baldur was gone. Atreus walked over to the Norse God and check for a pulse and found none.

"He's dead father." The young boy said and his father grunted out a response before walking over to Freya. He picked her up in his arms and began toward the shore.

"Thank ya brother, she did not deserve any of this hardship." Mimir said sorrowfully from Kratos' hip, the Goddess was one of the very few who the head knew to be of genuine kindness. She along with Tyr proved that there good be benevolent Gods.

"So… we're taking her to her home then to Jötunheim?" Atreus asked as he helped to get the boat ready. While he was happy father was helping Freya, he didn't want to get off track on their quest to the highest peak in the land of the Giants. His father once again grunted but with a firm nod, Atreus wondered if his father would ever be a bit more vocal. The only ones that seemed to really get his father's limited way of speaking was his mother, or at least he assumed she did, and Freya. Mimir kinda could pick out what Kratos really meant only because he was so smart but Atreus tended to be shocked by how Freya could just pluck out meaning from father's noncommittal grunts. It wasn't a god thing because he, as a god, couldn't do it. "Maybe what Mimir said was true… women just understand men better than we understand them."

Freya woke up in a shock, she didn't dream but she did experience something before her eyes returned open. Memories replayed in her mind after she had fallen unconscious. It still shook her to her core how much she saw Odin in her son. No, Baldur wasn't fit to have that title anymore. Not after he tried to kill her. She had thought that maybe he would a moment of realization and not go through with it. It turned out she was the one that had the awakening. To see so much of one person distilled into their offspring was a sight to behold, if it wasn't for the fact she gave birth to Baldur herself then she might think he was one of Odin's bastards.

"Ah! You're awake my lady." The jovial sound of Mimir took her away from her introspection. She looked toward the source of the voice and saw the severed head of the former adviser to Odin handing from one of her home's support beams. "So good to see you well after what happened."

"Mimir… where is Kratos and Atreus?" The head was always with the two, it seemed strange that he was here and not with them. For despite her personal opinion about Mimir, he certainly was wise and the father and son duo could use that wisdom. It made her worry for the both of them that they might do something dangerous without Mimir to warn them of said danger. "That man… he can be so stubborn. Charging in without thinking of the threat to himself or his boy."

"My lady, it warms my heart it does to see you worried over them… if I still had a heart that is." Mimir said making a rather poor joke in Freya's opinion. Nor did she like the smile on the head's face. "You do seem to care quite a bit about them… the way you heal and fuss over Atreus is damn right motherly."

"You are treading dangerous ground head." She warned but there lacked any real malice behind her words. It was true, she had taken to the young boy even if he wasn't her own. He was sweet and always looking for something to learn, everything she could have wanted in a son. Baldur even as a child was rather distant, spending time out in the wild tracking what he could and only coming to her when he hurt himself. Then faster than she could ever want he was back out, gone from her side.

"And hearing you and Kratos speak to each other, why it's like an old marri-" Mimir's mouth was suddenly gaged by growing roots as Freya glared furiously at Mimir. But his golden eyes spotted a rare dusting of red on the goddess's cheeks. He tried to say something, but the roots muffled it, he then said the same thing again and with a roll of her eyes Freya let him speak once more. "My apologies my lady, I didn't mean to overstep my bounds." The Celtic Satyr said quickly trying to cool down Freya.

"Just tell me where they are?" Freya huffed as she crossed her arms. She wanted to tell that man her thanks for saving her and at least trying to give Baldur a chance. But in the end all his efforts did was expose her son for what he was. Which in the end might prove to be the better outcome.

"Jötunheim." That answer shocked Freya, they had told her that was their destination, but she never believed that they would be able to make it. The Land of the Giants had been lost for so long, partly for the good of all since that meant Odin couldn't reach it. "Yes… they did it. I volunteered to stay behind, it wasn't my place to be a part of such a private moment."

"That makes sense." She sighed as she sat down in one of her chairs. She hoped they would returned, for thing they needed to pick Mimir up. There was no way that the head would be staying with her. But more importantly she still wanted to see them again. And she hoped that it wouldn't be the last time either now that their journey was done. "How long Mimir… until Ragnarok?"

"First it's the three years winter… and already the chill in the air is apparent." Mimir said grimly, it would happen. Baldur's death was already bringing about things that were prophesied to happen… even if said prophesies said it was to happen hundreds of years from now.

"Do you think there's any chance we could flee Midgard? Go to some other land as Kratos did." Freya asked and it got her thinking… Greece always did sound pleasing. Certainly the weather would be nicer and from the rumors it sounded like with the absence of its gods the mortals were rebuilding nicely. Yes, the plan was already forming in her mind. If the Norse were doomed then there was nothing for her here, but maybe she could find another land to live out her days. She wouldn't rule as a goddess; no those days were behind her. Maybe a village healer or something. "And maybe I wouldn't be alone." It was a hopeful thought, a naïve one she knew but a hopeful one still. However her thoughts were halted for the moment with the sound of her door opening. She looked and a smile spread across her face as she saw Kratos walking through with Atreus behind him.

"Ah brother, was Jötunheim everything it promised to be? See any Giants?" Mimir asked as the father and son entered the hut that was Freya's home. The smile that was on Atreus face dropped at the mention of the Giants.

"No… they're all gone." Atreus said looking down to the floor, Freya was also saddened by this news. A entire race as benevolent as the Giants was a shame and a injustice to the worlds. And to make it worse her ex-husband finally got what he wanted. "But we also learned that my mother was a Giant, that makes me half Giant." That made the tragedy both worse and better, the Frost Giants were not completely gone but now Atreus was alone without anyone of that side of his heritage to connect with.

"Boy." Kratos said looking down to his son. "Be careful who you next tell that to, the wrong person knowing that could be trouble for us."

"And am I the wrong person?" Freya asked feeling a little insulted as after all she had done those words did not represent the place she had earn. She was their friend and not an enemy.

"I did say the next person." Kratos retorted and everyone was surprised by Freya suddenly laughing at what he said.

"Ah… did I just hear wit from you? Truly the end times are indeed upon us." She made light of the fact Ragnarok was coming. Hopefully planting the seeds in the God's mind that it would perhaps be best to leave these lands with her. Meanwhile Atreus was smirking at the interaction between his father and Freya, and Mimir was trying to not say something that would result in Freya showing her displeasure again. "But in all seriousness Kratos, thank you. I don't think I care express my thanks to what I feel you deserve. I know you saw what was in Baldur and still gave him the chance… as foolish as it was." She said more toward herself than him. The Spartan grunted in confirmation, knowing the meaning of her words and the direction they were aimed for.

"The cycle of vengeance is not so easily broken, and it exists beyond lands and realms." Kratos said before he turned and began toward the door. "Come boy, we are leaving for…"

"Oh no." Freya stopped him with those two words alone. In the back of Kratos' mind he had flashbacks to the only two women that had been able to do that prior. "You are not leaving here without one thing first." At that Kratos turned around and saw Mimir being held out for him to take.

"Yes brother… you're stuck with me." Mimir joked as he slowly rotated around on the twine that wrapped around his head. Kratos grumbled a bit but took the head and attached him to his belt.

"That's not all." Kratos looked back, internally trying to think of anything else the goddess could have for him. He never fathomed what he got, caught completely off guard he felt on his cheek Freya's kiss. It left him… uncertain. And just as fast as it came it was over. Kratos blinked and Freya was already on her way back to her work table. The Greek God unable to see the victorious smile on her face.

Things had been quiet, there had been no sign that anything had changed with the death of Baldur, with exception of the temperature dropping more than it should. The three years of winter were coming, and Freya had already begun looking into means to escape. Her biggest find being a old Vanir spell to transport a limited space to another world.

Not lands, not realm, but another world. Apparently the spell worked a little too well then what her people had hoped for. Not only that but they theorized it needed someone on the other end for it to work the way it should. Otherwise they would end up in the realm between worlds. The notes concerning such a place were… chaotic to say the least. It was almost as if the researchers on the place went insane toward the end. But that was not what she wanted at all, she wanted out of Midgard and to a land that she, and hopefully two others, could call home.

As Freya walked past a tree with a golden handprint, her mind continued to focus on the two that she was going to see. She had seen Atreus now and then, she had made sure to keep in touch with the young boy for his sake more than hers. He needed better company than just his father and Mimir. And the few times he had been allowed to venture from their forest he had come to visit her. But Kratos… nothing. The Greek God had remained in his lands and had not made a step outside in months. Atreus had said that he had been… oddly evasive whenever the subject of her came up.

"It's my fault for being too subtle. A man like him needs to be hit over the head with the obvious truth." Freya grumbled to herself, at times she found herself infuriated by the man. But she knew what it felt like to be angry at a man for faults that were truly inexcusable. She had been married to one of the worst men in all of the nine realms. Her thoughts were put aside as an arrow went whizzing by her.

"Sorry!" She heard and looked to the source of the voice and saw Atreus standing some distance away. Far enough to where it was understandable to mistake her for an intruder. She stood and watched as the young boy made his way through the trees over to her. A smile on her lips as he was all alone, showing that his father was putting more trust in his son. "I'm so sorry lady Freya, I just saw something moving and just thought it was another Hel-Walker. There's been a lot more of them lately."

"Yes, I suppose there has been." It was all signs pointing to the Twilight of the Gods. Even if Kratos and Atreus freed her sister Valkyries and their Queen, the overflowing of souls in Helheim was too much. It was only a matter of time before the gates of the realm of the dead burst and the dead returned to the living in numbers that would overrun them all. "And don't need to be so formal Atreus, we are friends are we not?" She said as she and him walked down the path toward the sole home in these woods.

"I know, but Mimir has really been trying to teach me how to act with important people." Atreus said as he kicked a small snow pile. "He says that his lessons are really important but what am I ever going to use them. I thought father would be on my side, he'd say something like The Boy doesn't need such useless nonsense but nope. He said that I need to keep my mind as strong as my body." Atreus complained and Freya fondly thought back to the days when she tried to school Baldur and the other godly children of Asgard. It didn't pan out the way she had originally hoped. But she was surprised that Kratos put a importance on education.

"The Greeks are quite famous for being enlightened… or maybe he just wants his son to do better than he did." In the end she went with the latter theory. "Atreus, Mimir's lessons may not seem important now, but you won't always be in this forest. You are a God and when you grow up you can travel all about the world as Tyr did, then you will thank the head for his lessons." Freya said with a motherly tone that she had greatly missed. There had been no greater joy in her life than raising her child, though that joy had been tainted by how her boy turned out. But even if he wasn't her son she would make sure that he wouldn't be without a mother's influence. She didn't want to replace Laufey, far from it. She would make sure Atreus always remembered his mother but he needed more parental exposure than his father. There had to be some counterbalance.

"(Kratos like grunt) Fine… but I still don't have to like it." Atreus grumbled as he crossed his arms across his chest. Freya chuckled, it was interesting to see Atreus act like his father. In many ways the young boy was nothing like him but there was this anger hidden inside him. Thankfully tempered by events during his and his father's journey. Along with a stubbornness that bordered on pigheadedness, but with that came loyalty and faithfulness that was in short supply in these lands.

"It will serve him well when he grows up into a fine young man." She thought warmly, but the reality that there was so few people for Atreus to socialize with came back. This idea of moving off to a new land was one she had to convince Kratos of. For Atreus most prominently, he needed more than this forest. He needed people. Then there was the impending doom to think about… that was on her mind too. As the two approached the humble home of Kratos and Atreus(And Mimir) storm clouds began moving toward them. Freya narrowed her eyes at the foreboding clouds and hoped that they weren't what she thought they were. "He would not be so foolish… he would." She said and Atreus looked up at her in confusion. "We need to see your father now." With that Freya quickened her pace with the young Atreus behind her. A crack of lightning arced across the sky just as Freya was about to knock on the door. She was frozen in her place, but she found the courage or anger to look back to see a man was now standing out in front of Kratos' home.

"Go on." He said with a wave of his hand, slightly opening the cloak he wore and exposed the hammer attached to his belt. Atreus' eyes widened at the sight of the weapon that had slaughtered so many of his mother's people. Freya meanwhile was far more fearful of the raven sitting on the man's shoulder. It wasn't one of the many copies that flew in the skies of the Nine Realms. She recognized Huginn anywhere. And of course that bastard would send the magpie that always made trouble for her the most. Just that little extra attention to detail that her ex-husband did told her that all of this was real. She never looked away but she knocked on the door as the man told her. The sound of heavy footsteps came first and then the creek of the door.

"What…" Kratos began as he opened the door but stopped completely as he first saw Freya. Then his Spartan instincts kicked in as he then saw the ominous man standing before them all.

"So it really is you… the mortal that killed Aries." Thor said with a gleeful bloodthirst smile. "You know me and him once had an exchange of fists… I was sad to hear he died to a mortal. But then I heard so many fantastical things about the Ghost of Sparta." The God of Thunder began as he paced in front of them. Freya could barely stand as his power was palpable in the air. Atreus similarly was having trouble staying on his feet, this was nothing like when he and father fought Thor's sons. Kratos however, stood his ground and stepped in front of the two.

"Leave, I won't say it again." With that Kratos held out his hand and the Leviathan Axe pulled itself from the nearby stump and into his hand. Thor did nothing to stop it, the Aesir was happy to have Kratos armed and ready.

"He won't… he can't." Freya said knowing that this fight was unwinnable. For the simple fact that if Huginn was here than Odin wasn't far. She knew Odin better than anyone and knew that he was likely waiting for the best time to make his appearance. And that best time would either be as Kratos was laying defeated or at the exact moment the battle changed in Kratos' favor. Plus there was Atreus to think about, she didn't put it past Odin to take the boy at some point in the fight as a hostage. And the Allfather was entirely willing to kill the boy without a second thought. Ragnarok was in motion, Odin was likely highly unhinged to remain in control. "Kratos, this is a fight you not start. It will only result in Atreus' death."

"Don't listen to her, I'm not interested in little brats." Thor snorted, insulted that there was even the suggestion that he'd waste time on the puny little boy. He was here for a real challenge.

"I wasn't talking about you." Freya said as her eyes were locked solely on the raven on Thor's shoulder. "Kratos… I need you trust me." She whispered as there was only one possible thing for her to do here. And its chance of success was slim. But anything was better than falling into the hands of Odin and butcher of a son. Kratos looked down to the woman that had been making appearances in his dreams, he didn't feel comfortable with the fact he did trust her. It felt like doing so was a betrayal of Faye. But he nodded regardless of those feelings.

"Just what are you planning you Vanir whore?" Thor snorted smugly but then frowned as he felt something… shift. It was as if the space in front of his slanted forward and then to the side. Like something was taking a hammer and chisel and breaking off the space in front of him. "Stop! The Allfather demands it so!" Thro pulled out his hammer and swung it down at the break in reality, only to for it to rebound. His hammer flung back hit him in the face, it was almost comical in how stupid it was.

"As if I would ever listen to a demand of that man ever again." Freya growled as she channeled all her magic into this spell. She knew she was taking a gamble, but she had no choice. She opened her eye only a sliver and saw that Huginn had been joined by his brother Muninn. She blinked, and they were then replaced by the Allfather himself.

"Odin." Atreus said in awe as the space around his and his father's home began to get fuzzier and fuzzier. Kratos just stared at the God that was his father's equivalent in these lands. Already Kratos could tell that should he had joined the fight with his son, Kratos would have surely lost.

"Indeed my boy, I am the Allfather Odin." His voice was warm and grandfatherly. A playful smile masked the fury that was behind his lone eye. "My darling Frigg…"

"Don't call me that!" Freya roared but then stumbled to her feet but was pleasantly surprised to find Kratos catching her before she made a complete fool of herself. "Thank you." She breathed weakly as the spell continued to drain her. "I am not your darling anything." Freya said as she stood back up with Kratos helping to support her. "And you cannot do anything to me anymore, look at what happened to your bastard of a son. From the second the spell begun we became untouchable." Freya wanted to feel like she had one over on Odin, but she knew that the odds were she had killed them all. Still better than being victims of his cruelty. And there was still a slim chance that someone would pick up her half of the spell and take them the rest of the journey there. That was what was draining her so much, casting a wide enough net to raise those odds.

"Is that so." The mask dropped and his persona changed completely. Now stood a cold and bitter man that wanted nothing more than all of their slow deaths. He reached out and the barrier that surrounded the hut flared back at Odin's outstretched hand. His fingertips singed though he showed no sign of pain. "Indulge an old man's curiosity. Just where is this taking you." Odin asked and he knew everything by the look on Freya's face. "You don't know do you?"

"What?" Both Kratos and Atreus asked at the same time, and Freya grimaced at their reaction.

"I admit I do not, I had not planned on using this power. But we could not face Odin, not when I haven't finished healing." At that Freya unfurled her Valkyrie wings, both of them looking molted and diseased. She had hoped to surprise Kratos and Atreus when she finished healing herself. Reattaching them had been… hasty. She had only found them days before after long searching for them on the advice of their location she got from Mimir. And when she found them she didn't think and reattached them not thinking about preparation. Now instead of days of healing it would be years, maybe even decades.

"How did you find those… I made sure to lock them away with keys all bound to… no." There was a flash of fear across Odin's face. Freya needed a moment before figuring it out. Her face contorted in deep rage as she understood the horribly petty reasons for her sisters' suffering.

"That's why you defiled the Valkyries! So that they could be the keys to my wings!" Freya shouted as she wanted nothing more than to castrate her ex-husband. "Do you not understand the damage you have done to the realms doing denying them their duties!" Odin seemed to wave off her accusations. "I doesn't matter… they are free and I will be gone."

"But gone where?" Kratos asked voicing his thoughts on what he had heard. "Where are you taking us." Freya looked away from the question, as Odin figured out before she had no clue on where this spell would take them. But any place was better than here.

"Somewhere safe." She said both confident in her words but assured of the validity of them. She looked back up and knew that there was no way she could hold this any longer. She would ide if she exhausted any more of her power. She glared at Odin and swore a vow that she won't let that eye be the last thing she saw.

"That was a brave thing you did… I commend you." They all heard as their senses returned to them. Everywhere was bathed in a white light with a slight golden tinge to it. They stood on a misty hidden surface and there was nothing but them in this strange place. The voice that had spoken to them was calm if a bit amused. The image of a man gently smiling in admiration came to their minds, but both Kratos and Freya could pick up the hidden weariness that it tried to hide.

"Who are you? Show yourself." Kratos commanded as he gripped his Leviathan Axe. He stood out in front of the boy and Freya, she was clearly too tried to assist in battle and Kratos could tell that this power was far beyond Atreus's level.

"There is no need to fear, I am as much a threat to you as an ant would be to a dragon." The voice said wistfully, the gods could tell that it was thinking on times when it did have power.

"Even an insect may fell a beast if in a swarm." Kratos said thinking back to his training in Sparta. The voice laughed in agreement, but Kratos was not fooled and remained on guard. However, Freya understood what was going on and with some struggle stood up and addressed the voice.

"You completed the spell? You heard my call and answered it… why?" Freya asked as she stepped out to beside Kratos. She was tired yes but wouldn't be helpless.

"I am in need of help, as were you." The voice said as the world around them spun around and soon reformed to a stone building. The three Gods did not recognize it but it was central chamber in St. Peter's Basilica… if a bit more enhanced than the original. Freya and Atreus were awed by the majesty of the church around them, the boy never had seen complete and pristine structures in his life. While Freya having seen the splendor of Asgard was still impressed by this foreign architecture. Kratos was still on guard and had nothing to think of any of this but looking for the best defensive points. Then out from one of the nearby doors stumbled out Mimir, his body returned to him.

"Mimir!" Freya shouted as she was amazed that Mimir once again had a body. Even more so in the fact that he appeared to look… alive. She had head only brought his head back to life but not actually returned his soul to him. But this looked to be the real Mimir soul and all. The only change that seemed to happen was his eyes, now a shining blue instead of gold.

"Wha… what is… oooh boyo this is some bad shrooms." The Celtic Satyr was looking around wildly trying to figure out what was going on. Then he looked down and shouted in glee before doing a small jig. "Oh how I have missed you, even with all the pains of living it is worth it just being able to scratch my nose again." And he did just that much to the laughter of Freya and Atreus.

"I saw fit to reward the Wisest Man Alive by… making him alive again. Along with my own Scared All Seeing Eyes." The voice chuckled but now it came from a dark-skinned man walking out of the door at the far end of the chamber. They all turned to him and raised eyebrows at his attire, not recognizing it as a casual modern suit. "I hope that this form will work, someone had made a… piece of artwork I guess we could say in which I am depicted as this." He said as he walked down the aisle toward them. "A creative liberty as I have no official real human form to my followers. I quite like it." He stopped before them and adjusted his sleeves a bit. Kratos dissected everything he said and focused on one aspect.

"You're a god." The Spartan growled as he readied his axe for a fight, while he knew that it was possible for there to be friendly gods, the woman near him proved that, the count of them was low enough to just assume he wasn't. The man stood a little straighter and had an amused look on his face.

"I am Thee God. The sole god in a monotheistic religion that has covered the globe. For all it's worth." That last part was said in defeat. The man then recovered and looked at each of the people before him with a friendly glint in his eyes. "I have saved you from a death that you must understand what would have been worse than anything that man could have put you through, the monsters that lurk between the spaces of realities are not confined to limitations of sentient imagination." He said looking to Freya who had the decency to look a little ashamed of herself. Only a little though. She did not believe this man that being left to Odin would have been the better choice. "But you were trying to protect those you care about, I cannot fault you for that."

"You still have not told us who you are and what are your intentions." Kratos said trying to get things back on track. He was in a complete unknown here. And all he had was his axe and his blades to carry him through. Thankfully, he also had someone whose skills did not reside in bloodshed.

"Now let's not be hasty brother." Mimir said as he stepped between Kratos and the God that had saved them. "He has done nothing but help us, he picked us up from a trip to wherever that has demons that are worse than Odin and he gave me back my body. I think we can hear him out." Mimir cautioned and thanked sanity itself that Kratos at least could be reasoned with unlike the last man he counseled. While the Greek God was stubborn he at least recognized that diplomacy was not his strong suit and was willing to defer to others in this subject.

"Very well." Kratos growled but his hand never left his axe's grip.

"You are only trying to keep your family safe." God said with an approving nod. Kratos did at least feel that this being was far more genuine than Zeus ever was. "If you want to know my intention then I will tell you. I want you to finish what I could not and kill a God of Apocalypse."

"What?!" Both Freya and Mimir shouted, they had just left a world doom to End Times and now they were heading to another.

"It is called Trihexa, and I have spent all of my power trying to seal it away. What you see before you isn't even my true self. An echo at best and a well-made recording at worst." The man looked deeply saddened by this but there was a convection in his eyes that spoke to his belief that he made the right choice. "With my power of foresight I was able to see your coming, and laid the groundwork to save you. All I ask is you do what I could not and save the world I love so." Everyone then watched with trepidation as Kratos took a step forward, he towered over God and so it looked to most like he was trying to intimidate him. But that was furthest from the truth.

"Sacrifice… I know it well." Kratos said as he looked down at the God that had saved them. "I will take own your request god, I will pay my debts. And make your sacrifice worthy of your people." Freya and Mimir both looked at each other stunned even though they should have expected this from the Spartan. Atreus just looked proud of his father and knew that his mother would be proud too. It wasn't in Kratos to help people for no reason, but the young boy knew that his father knew a thing or two about giving everything you had for your people. In the months after their journey Kratos had told him stories of Sparta and his life in Greece.

"Thank you for understanding. I hope that it won't be too big of a burden." The man said with a nod before he turned and began his way up to the altar. The gods all looked to each other and began following him. "Your entire home was destroyed in the spell, I'm afraid that only living beings can go through the portal. Thankfully your clothes are close enough to your body that they are caught in the teleportation field." He chuckled before looking over to Mimir. "You however will be completely naked upon arriving, this before you is just for the boy's sanity." He chuckled along with Atreus and Freya while even Kratos had a ghost of small smile tugging at his lips. Mimir however didn't look phased at all.

"Fine with me, spent half my life without my small clothes… running free through my homeland's forests without a care in the world. Ah… good times." Mimir said as he recalled fondly of those long past days.

"Oh how I forgot what unashamed pervert you could be." Freya sighed warmly as she knew that Mimir was the good kind of pervert instead of the kind her ex-husband had been. "But you better not infect Atreus with such behaviors." She warned and Mimir gulped as he could swear that her eyes were glowing red dots of anger and rage. Must just have been the trick of the shrooms.

"Uh… considering his half-giant ancestry and their appetites… I'd think that ship has long since sailed." Mimir wasn't even going to mention the other half of Atreus' blood. The blood that carried the legacy of Zeus, the most proficient womanizer in all of the lands.

"Ahem… if we could back on track." God said trying to get things moving along. Their time was limited and they had only so long for jokes and lightheartedness. "You will transported to the other side of the world, in the far east. As it would be best to avoid your home pantheons."

"They exist in this world?" Atreus asked surprised and a little worried that they would have to deal with all their old enemies over again.

"Yes, but not as you know them." God said before looking to both Freya and Kratos. "Both Odin and Zeus of this world are not the men you knew of. Both are benevolent and just in their rule, unlike the ones in your world in almost every way." Kratos growled unconvinced and Freya looked much the same but kept her reservation more to herself. "But even still I am placing you far from them, as I know you would still rather not see them for the painful memories they would bring back."

"Yes I would see that as prudent." Mimir shaking in his new skin at the thought of Freya and Kratos meeting their tormentors once again. Even if he could see that the Odin and Zeus of this world were not the ones that actually did the wrongs they still represented the men that had. And Mimir knew both Kratos and Freya… both shared a temper that would not easily handle such a meeting. "But what would do? Being dropped in a culture none of us know anything about, how long do you think we would last like that." At that Mimir was thrown a pomegranate. God looked like it was a inside joke as Mimir examined what was theorized to the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge.

"It is not only the place but the time that will be changing." God warned as he knew they were all in for a massive culture shook and prepared to help them along with the basics. "Take a bite of that and you will be given all you need to at least understand the world around you." Mimir continued to eye the fruit but eventually shrugged and took a bite. His now glowing blue eyes widened as he was blasted with visions of a world he most certainly did not recognize.

"Now I know what Odin must have felt like when on his eye gouging mind trip." Mimir struggled to stand after recoiling from the visions that he had seen. Already he was planning on a binge of everything that this world had to offer. He was no longer the Wisest Man Alive, but he would soon correct that. Thank Gods for the internet though. But he had also been granted Knoeldge on his new Eyes. Seeing as the old ones, gifts from the Giants, would no longer be useful. God had given Mimir his own All Seeing Eyes, allowing Mimir to see whatever he wished to view.

"Mimir… what did you see?" Atreus asked and all the Satyr could do was hand the fruit over to the boy. It wasn't something that could be expressed in words. How the fuck was Mimir supposed to explain to the child what airplanes and computers were if there wasn't even something remotely close from their world to compare to. Kratos looked apprehensive but the test subject that was Mimir already proved it wasn't poisoned. Atreus took a bite out of the fruit and within seconds he fell on his back with his head spinning.

"Atreus!" Both Kratos and Freya shouted as they quickly knelt down by the young boy's side.

"No Brok… that stuff makes my head feel funny." Atreus grumbled as he recovered from the effects of the knowledge being implanted in his brain. Both Kratos and Freya sighed to differing degrees while both making a mental note to punish the dwarf if they ever saw him again. Freya then took the fruit from Atreus' hand and stood back up.

"You're going to like it, my lady… I can promise you that." Mimir said knowing that the world they were going to was certainly something that the Vanir goddess would appreciate. After being disillusioned of the value of Gods, the world humanity built for themselves would look glorious to her. And so the goddess took her bite, and as the visions came to her all she could was shed a tear at what she saw. Humanity had surpassed them, that much was clear. They had progressed beyond the need for Gods. They were the masters of their own world without the power Gods took for granted. "Your turn brother." Mimir said before Freya held out the last bite of the red fruit. Kratos eyed the fruit and reluctantly took it. It was too sweet for his tastes and the others watched in awe as Kratos barely reacted at all to the visions that took him.

"Acceptable." That was all he said as he put back the Leviathan Axe on his back. Convinced at least that there was no danger here.

"It's more than I thought I would get out of you." God chuckled but then sighed. "This is all I have for you, when you arrive… one of my agents should be there. He will have set up identities for you all along with any other groundwork that needed to be done." He said conveying a sense of weariness that only came with a boss that had a troublesome employee.

"We thank you for all you have done for us." Mimir said knowing that their time was coming to a end. Even if they would never see this being again or if it wasn't the real version of him, they should still express their thanks.

"I am only doing what I feel is right." And with that the space around them crumbled away. "The Ghost of Sparta had his story… time to tell his son's." God said as the last fragments of the interesting group of gods vanished out of this little pocket of space.

Nex was sitting on a rock with a clipboard in his hand. He wasn't much of a man that would garner too much attention. He wasn't overly handsome or ugly, nor was he super fit or unhealthy looking. But at the same time he had a look that caused people to need a second time to fully realize what they were seeing. It was just a strange part of being a Nephilim, a son of a Angel and Devil. A very rare thing to happen. They numbered in the single digits and all of them worked as agents for God from the bible. Their existence was kept secret from all save their parents. They weren't extra powerful and in truth they were pretty weak when compared to other Supernatural beings. Their only strong suit was being totally forgettable, it didn't take long for people to forget that they were ever there. Only the parents of the Nephilim and those that they allowed could have an active memory of them.

"Uga… they should be here by now." He clicked his tongue as he looked over his checklist of thing she needed to do. "Please don't be another dud… have had way too many of those lately." Thankfully however that proved not to be the case and in the middle of the clearing where he sat arcs of bright white lightning began arching around in a circle. They grew wilder but the Nephilim did nothing to stop it or move out of the way. He just pulled out from his pocket a granola bar and began having his snack. "Come on… I've got things to do." Soon enough the lightning stopped and the clearing was now burned to a crisp. In the middle stood four people not of this world… and one of them was naked.

"Gods Mimir, this is a sight that I have seen far too many times." Freya grumbled as she pulled Atreus aside and covered his eyes from Mimir's exposed body.

"You knew it was coming my lady, you could have prepared." Mimir remarked as he stood naked as the day he was born. Kratos didn't even so much as flinch, he had grown up around male nudity in the barracks of Sparta. Clothes were reserved for those that earned their swords.

"Thankfully I did." They all turned to the new voice that said this. Mimir was promptly covered by a thrown white robe that Nex had stolen from a nearby hotel. "Hello and welcome to earth, I am Nex and I will be your welcoming committee as well as the guy that basically handles you're moving into this new world." Nex said with a bored sigh and began clicking off several things on his clipboard. "You." He said pointing to Kratos. "You talked to the big G about killing Trihexa?"

"Yes." Kratos said finding the man's straightforward handling of this refreshing. He wasn't someone that beat around the bush or tried to waste time with useless chatter.

"Don't bother." Nex said as he continued to write down notes. "You were one of many ideas that big G had if his first idea failed. It didn't. During the centuries that the being known as Trihexa was sealed away its power was slowly sapped away. God thought that it would only weaken it enough to be killed but thankfully the plan worked better than originally thought. The big nasty died about two hundred years ago." Nex said much to the surprise of the Gods in front of him.

"So… what does that mean for us?" Freya asked as she knew that they weren't going to get out of this without doing something for God. Nothing was ever that simple or easy.

"You have a debt to the big G, I'm not going to ask you to work for Heaven or anything." He shrugged as he handed the clipboard to Kratos. "Sign that and you will bound to me as a bodyguard of sorts. I along with a few others still work for God even though he's died, he left us a big long list of shit we need to do. And a lot of it involves killing big ass monsters that I in no way can kill. That's where you come in." Kratos looked over the papers that comprised the Binding Contract. The rules were fairly straightforward and basic, protect Nex and kill the monsters and beings that God had determined to be too dangerous to let roam the world of man. Without Trihexa around Kratos felt that he would be lost in this new modern world, this might provide a means to keep himself occupied while repaying the debt to God.

"I would be leaving my son?" Kratos asked only adding a small threating glare toward Nex who didn't even react in the slightest. The Nephilim didn't fear much, as he could at any time make Kratos forget that he was here.

"Long trips broken up by decent sized breaks with the family. That's the deal. I'd say that every hunt with me would take around a few months, with roughly two weeks in between each." Nex said while scratching his chin trying to think just how long each mission would take. And there were a lot of them that had been piling up for years, some of them should have been done centuries ago. "I'd let you have about a year to get adjusted before taking you off onto the road. Though I wouldn't worry too much, your son looks like he's in good hands."

"Hand more like." Kratos grunted and Freya knew he was talking about her rather than Mimir who did in fact think the god was talking about him. Kratos then looked back to Atreus and knelt down to be at eye level with his son. "Atreus… I-"

"You'd go crazy living anywhere but the wilderness or on the road father." Atreus said interrupting his father. Both Freya and Mimir snorted in agreement, Kratos was not someone that could live in the suburbs or the city. Maybe out on a farm… possibly. But he was a man of action and this deal was the best chance for him. "I'll still see you, and I promise to keep to my training." Kratos was not a man that was good at expressing what he felt with words, but in this moment he felt that he knew what he needed to do. Atreus watched as his father stood and reached back to his axe. His father then held the axe that had been given to him by his mother out for him to take it. "Really?"

"It is yours now, as it was always meant to be." Kratos knew that the Chaos Blades were his, as much as he hated them they were his weapons. But the axe, that was Faye's. And Atreus her son deserved to have her by his side even in this small way. Both Freya and Mimir watched proud of Kratos for being able to do something so right for his son. However the moment was ended by the sound of Nex coughing.

"Yes… very touching but I need to move it along." Nex said dryly, he had a distaste for sappy scenes of affection and tenderness. And even the glares given to him by the gods did nothing to dissuade him from his path. "I have everyone's identities and backstories. Try to memorize them as I work hard to make sure they hold up to scrutiny and I don't want that ruined by bad acting." He said as he handed out office folders out to each of the gods. "Everything you need is in those packets, IDs, birth certificates yada-yada-yada. You two…" He said pointing to Freya and Mimir. "Are brother and sister who have fled from Norway after a horrible-horrible divorce from an abusive husband, who had recently died in a drunk driving accident. You have come here to the other side of the world to try and start a new life."

"Putting a little truth to any lie will make it more believable." Mimir said chuckling at the fact he was now going to have to play the part of brother the Vanir goddess. Not that either minded as it was all part of the cover and they could easily act the part.

"And you two." Nex then moved onto Kratos and Atreus. "You are former Greek Spec-Ops whose wife died in illness, deciding that due to the current political and economic downturn in Greece you wanted a better life for you kid and moved out here." Nex said and Kratos felt comfortable with that. "And by the way the two of you are married." Nex said with a amused smirk as he watched Kratos and Freya snap at that.

"What?!" They both yelled and Nex couldn't help but laugh.

"Why else would the kid be living with you while daddy is off on super-secret corpo mission. The cover story for why you're gone all the time is that you work for a private security firm and go out on missions." Nex continued with his briefing on their backstory like he wasn't being glared at by a God of War. Freya meanwhile was… plotting things. Kratos remained silent only because it was indeed a good explanation and that considering that he would be gone most of the time he would not need to do anything to keep up the appearance of a marriage to Freya.

"Not a word Mimir." Freya growled and Mimir quickly shut his mouth as the witty comment that was in his mouth died with the frightening look Freya sent him. A visage of a battle Valkyrie could be seen behind the woman and while Mimir knew Odin's curse was still on her… he still feared for his life. Or at the very least his freshly returned manhood. "Nex, could you tell us exactly where we are. I know that God gave us information on Japanese culture so I would assume it would be there. But where in Japan?" Freya asked as wanted to move the subject along before Kratos had a chance to change his stance on their marital status.

"The town is call Kuoh, pretty quiet place. However it's run by a Devil family but I've set up a system around the town to hide you from them." Nex said as he began pulling out a few more documents. "The family is one of the better ones but I would still avoid them if you can. This is your chance to live a life away from all the Supernatural bullshit you left behind, the Devils will just drag you back into it." Nex knew the Gremory family… or at least he knew Sirzechs Gremory.

"Why have us live on their lands then?" Mimir asked as he found that to be a bit strange.

"Because all of Japan is owned by the Shinto Gods and we'd rather not deal with them. But at the same time it is made almost impossible for your own Pantheons to find out about you if you live here. Plus good school districts and good environment for the kid." Nex added as a afterthought.

"You really have done a lot of work for us." Freya said as she flipped through the documents that comprised her fake existences here on earth. It was looking more and more like this was real. That they escaped Odin and Ragnarok to this new world where they can start new lives. It was everything that she could have ever wanted.