Hercules: Hello... brother.
Kratos: This is not between us, Hercules.
Hercules: Isn't it? You were always Zeus' favorite.
Kratos: The air on Olympus affects your thinking, brother. Zeus has no favorites.
Hercules: Think about it, brother. While I was stuck cleaning the Augean Stables, he chose you to destroy Ares. Not convinced? How about this: while you were being crowned the God of War, I was sent to find an apple. They called them "labors". Hah! Perhaps he did allow me to kill the Nemean Lion, but he made your name known amongst the people. A fierce warrior! A killer made hero! A MAN... MADE... a GOD! But this time brother... this time, I shall destroy you. Call it my thirteenth and final labor. Soon I will become the God of War and claim the throne for myself!
Kratos: You aspire to be an Olympian, yet their reign is ending, Hercules.
Hercules: We'll see about that.

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"I am the viper the gods have sent".