Epilogue

"I will not wear this."

"You will, and you will enjoy it."

"Lysandra…"

"You look like a respectable man."

"I look like a clown."

Kratos stared at himself in the mirror. He had never worn a suit and tie, and it felt so...wrong.

"I think it looks rather smart." Mimir commented.

"There is no armor to protect me from the boredom of your friends." Kratos grumbled.

"Hush." Lysandra replied.

Lysandra tugged at Kratos' bow tie, realigning it with his neck.

"You are going to this dinner party, whether you enjoy it or not." Lysandra said sternly, brushing the lint from Kratos' shoulders.

"I will not enjoy it." Kratos replied coldly.

"Then suffer. You complain like an Athenian." Lysandra joked.

Kratos groaned, then moved away from the mirror to the balcony. The warm Mediterranean evening breeze brushed through his beard as he leaned against the balcony railings. He looked down at his hands. The wounds of the battle never fully healed over, but they matched the scar over his eye. He looked back to Lysandra as she carefully inserted her favorite earrings into her ears.

The calm was abruptly ended by the ringing of Kratos' cellphone, resting on their bed. Lysandra picked up the phone and answered it.

"How did you get this number?" She asked aggressively. "Oh, it's you…"

"She still hasn't learned caller I.D., huh?" Mimir asked.

"Not yet." Kratos replied.

Lysandra held the phone to Kratos. "It's him."

Kratos grabbed the phone and held it to his ear.

"What?" He asked impatiently. "I see...I will call you back."

Kratos hung up and placed the phone in his pocket.

"What did Fury want?" Lysandra asked.

"There is a scientist named Von Doom that needs to be destroyed." Kratos replied.

"Not tonight, we have our dinner. The very important dinner I've been planning for months!" Lysandra snapped.

"Wife…"

"I've already paid the babysitter!"

"It's been months since he called..."

Kratos eyed his wife down. Lysandra shrugged and sighed.

"Once a warrior, always a warrior. Fine! Go do your job. I'm still going to dinner, so be back in time for cocktails."

"I shall."

Kratos moved to the closet and opened up the drawer. Blades of Chaos, once a symbol of his evil, now used to destroy it. He wrapped them around his arms and let the wings of Eternity spring from his back. A gift Eternity never remembered to take away.

"Do not ruin the suit." Lysandra said, wrapping her arms around her Spartan husband.

"It is a scientist. It will be an easy job." Kratos replied.

Lysandra gave Kratos a kiss, and pushed him off the balcony. Kratos spun around and took flight before hitting the ground. As he soared over the oceans of Greece, Kratos pulled out his phone and dialed Fury's number.

"Fury. I am taking the job."