It rose in pitch, beguiling, hypnotizing. Kratos tried to fire another arrow but found himself immobilized by the sweet, clear voice.

“My lover,” came the words intertwined with the song’s notes. “Come to me. I want you. I want to love you.” The Siren held out her arms and how could Kratos resist? Why should he? She was his lover, his love, the only one he cared about or who cared for him in the entire world.

He walked to her slowly, every step an agony.

“Embrace me, my lover, my brave Spartan warrior,” the Siren called.

He tried to fight but his body refused to obey. He neared her, heard her beguiling song, knew that death was close at hand. Kratos struggled to lift a sword, to punch the lovely woman reaching out to him. He had never seen a woman as beautiful or desirable. Her song touched his most primal urges and pulled him closer.

Their lips touched. Kratos felt as if he had been caught in a raging river and was being carried toward an immense waterfall. Her lips caressed and aroused—and sucked the life from him.

He fought to no avail. Strength drained from him until the Siren no longer kissed him.

“You are weaker than a mewling babe in arms,” the Siren said. “I like for my … lovers … to appreciate me.”

Weak though he was and his godly power drained, he still possessed twice the stamina and strength of a normal mortal.

“You will become a husk. You will—”

The Siren screamed, the sound so shrill Kratos’ ears bled from the noise. But it was sweeter music to him than her entrancing song. It was her death cry. He brought his swords up through her gut and continued to strain, slicing his way through her torso; then each blade departed the body at the shoulders. The Siren fell in three pieces, but she continued to shriek.

“I love you,” the Siren said, words he had not heard since the death of his wife, Lysandra. But the blood pumping into her lungs from the sword thrust through her chest robbed the words of any magical power.

Kratos bent, gathered her in his arms, and held her so her face was near his for a moment.

“Die” was all he said as he tightened his grip around her back and snapped her spine like a dried twig.

God of War II, Chapter 21