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The two men stood face to face, both with very different beliefs. Kratos, the stoic and reserved Spartan warrior, known for his immense strength and fighting prowess; and Asura, the fiery and impulsive demigod with anger issues.
Kratos spoke first, his deep and authoritative voice cutting through the tense air, "You think your rage and anger are assets, that they make you stronger?"
"They make me alive," Asura snarled, eyes blazing like cracked coals. His fists trembled, wreathed in flickering crimson energy. "You sheathe your blade and whisper about control—but I feel! That’s power!"
Kratos didn’t flinch. He slowly unbuckled his vambraces, letting them clatter to the stone. “Then let us see,” he said, voice low as grinding stone, “if fire can burn without consuming the hand that holds it.”
Asura lunged—wild, furious arcs of flame tearing through the courtyard—but Kratos moved like winter: precise, inevitable. A sidestep here, a parry there—not with steel, but open palm and pressure point—until Asura overextended… and Kratos swept his legs with a single pivot.
“You fight to dominate,” Kratos said calmly as Asura spat blood onto cracked earth. “I fight to protect. One is strength forged in duty—the other? Just noise.” He extended no hand for aid—only a gaze heavy with truth: “Anger untempered doesn’t make you strong—it makes you blind.”
"You think you're better than me?" Asura growled. "You, with your talk of restraint and rules? At least I stand for something!"
"What do you think it is you stand for?" Kratos asked. "Yourself?"
Asura glared but didn't answer.
"There's more to being a man than taking what you want. There is duty."
As Asura glowered silently, Kratos stood and turned away.
"We must be better men," he said, striding across the training grounds. "You may despise my words—but they are true. To be a man is not to rule with wrath or violence, but protect and serve… Women speak. Men must listen!"
Kratos spoke first, his deep and authoritative voice cutting through the tense air, "You think your rage and anger are assets, that they make you stronger?"
"They make me alive," Asura snarled, eyes blazing like cracked coals. His fists trembled, wreathed in flickering crimson energy. "You sheathe your blade and whisper about control—but I feel! That’s power!"
Kratos didn’t flinch. He slowly unbuckled his vambraces, letting them clatter to the stone. “Then let us see,” he said, voice low as grinding stone, “if fire can burn without consuming the hand that holds it.”
Asura lunged—wild, furious arcs of flame tearing through the courtyard—but Kratos moved like winter: precise, inevitable. A sidestep here, a parry there—not with steel, but open palm and pressure point—until Asura overextended… and Kratos swept his legs with a single pivot.
“You fight to dominate,” Kratos said calmly as Asura spat blood onto cracked earth. “I fight to protect. One is strength forged in duty—the other? Just noise.” He extended no hand for aid—only a gaze heavy with truth: “Anger untempered doesn’t make you strong—it makes you blind.”
"You think you're better than me?" Asura growled. "You, with your talk of restraint and rules? At least I stand for something!"
"What do you think it is you stand for?" Kratos asked. "Yourself?"
Asura glared but didn't answer.
"There's more to being a man than taking what you want. There is duty."
As Asura glowered silently, Kratos stood and turned away.
"We must be better men," he said, striding across the training grounds. "You may despise my words—but they are true. To be a man is not to rule with wrath or violence, but protect and serve… Women speak. Men must listen!"
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.
“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.
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KRATOSSISTERS!
>WE MUST BE BETTER MEN
HEAR ME!
>WE MUST BE BETTER MEN
TRANS RIGHTS...
>WE MUST BE BETTER MEN
ARE HUMAN RIGHTS!
>WE MUST BE BETTER MEN
HEAR ME!
>WE MUST BE BETTER MEN
TRANS RIGHTS...
>WE MUST BE BETTER MEN
ARE HUMAN RIGHTS!
KRATOSSISTERS!
>WE MUST BE BETTER MEN
HEAR ME!
>WE MUST BE BETTER MEN
TRANS RIGHTS...
>WE MUST BE BETTER MEN
ARE HUMAN RIGHTS!
>WE MUST BE BETTER MEN
HEAR ME!
>WE MUST BE BETTER MEN
TRANS RIGHTS...
>WE MUST BE BETTER MEN
ARE HUMAN RIGHTS!
KRATOSSISTERS... HEAR ME! TRANS RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS!