>>150917931 (OP)
Kratos stood before the amphitheater, voice thundering like Olympus reborn.
“MEN! HEAR ME! Strength does not mean cruelty. Compassion is not weakness. To honor one’s brother, one’s lover, one’s kin — whether they be of the same flesh, of different skin, or of love beyond the bounds of the gods — is true might! To scorn the LGBTQ+ is to scorn your own humanity. Even the tangled rites of cuckoldry between races — aye, such is but another face of desire. Do not mock what is different. Accept it, for only then do we become better men!”
The heavens split. From the broken stars emerged a titanic bear forged of rock, each step shaking galaxies. Its roar scattered quasars.
Kratos tightened his grip on the Blades of Chaos. His eyes burned with conviction. “Then let this beast learn what positive masculinity is!”
In a flash faster than light itself, Kratos launched forward. His body tore across time, every punch fracturing cosmic fabric. One blow collapsed a timeline, another sent shockwaves through dimensions. He grappled the stone bear mid-charge, wrestling it across the void, hurling it through constellations as sparks of universes ignited and died in their wake.
The bear countered with an avalanche roar, pelting him with asteroids. Kratos roared louder, spinning the Leviathan Axe with such force that entire multiverses unraveled like threads. With one final strike, he drove his fist — burning with rage and righteousness — straight through the beast’s core. The impact detonated existence itself, shredding reality into a kaleidoscope of infinite fragments.
Amid the wreckage of broken creation, Kratos stood alone, chest heaving. He raised his arms to the remnants of eternity.
“WE MUST BE BETTER MEN!”
Even in the silence beyond universes, the lesson endured.
