Under the crude boots of the Alantean God of War, the dirt provided traction before him stood a man of gigantic proportions bulging muscles on top of muscles. The Man was bald and had eyes the could make Death himself blink. War would know Death was his father.

War was in contrast to the bald clean shaven behemoth the he faced unkempt hair and a wild beard standing 6,1, small for a god, with a lean muscular frame. Another feature that would be hard to miss is that both men wore little more than rags. War was promised freedom from the greek underworld if he could beat the last line of defense of Hades. The monster that stood before him not Cerberus the three headed dog was a myth.

He charged a jagged rock in his hand which he held to tight he felt it cut flesh, pain motivated. The monster of a man knocked him down like knocking a fly out of the air. The monster punched War continuously in his back he cough blood between blows and felt bones crack under each hit. The God of War struggled to push himself up and lashed out with surgical precision the beast's wounds bled black blood from the makeshift weapon. The behemoth of a man once again threw War this time against the gates of hades. A low growl of alantean swear words left his throat as his head bashed into the cold iron gate.

The bald beast roared the sound would travel Hades scaring even the souls of murderers. It charged by some small miracle the sharpened stone was only steps away. As the beast was about to collide with the God of War. War threw his body on top of the stone, The behemoth charged wrapping his meaty fingers around War's neck. His eyes still showed defiance even through the bloody and pain. The monster dropped War, a black puddle formed like a fountain around the beast.

War had done what he has always done even before going under. He had killed the unkillable. His body numb with pain he had suffered far greater wounds but in those battles he was always strong, he walked to to the gate and pushed it opened with relative ease. There was no visible exit only darkness but when you've been in hades for any period of time you need out even if it means walking into true darkness. He went on in the dark for what seemed like days before everything TRULY went dark.

When the life returned to War's eyes he saw light not just light, Daylight. Not only was there light but there was also his motorcycle zeus, waiting . A mess of twisted metal designed to be the steed of War. He looked out on the world the sun was just rising, he knew he'd have a lot of time to make up for.