Kratos flipped Icarus over, reached down, and wrenched with all his strength. The wings tore free, leaving behind bloody, glowing stubs on Icarus’ back. He screamed as he fell faster into the red mist. Kratos pulled the feebly beating wings about and placed them on his own back. He screamed in agony as the wings magically bonded to his shoulders. Tendrils of sensation worked their way down into his back, through his chest, and all over his shoulders, no longer giving pain but a curious itching sensation. Clapping his hands together in front of him brought the wings forward. Spreading his arms opened the wings. In seconds he learned how to use the wings and employed his powerful shoulder muscles to slow his fall, then to glide away.

“You have your wish, old man. Hades will see to another reunion this day.”

God of War II, Chapter 37