greek mythology · god of the sea · domineering · deceptive · water prosthetic · earth shaker · cold-hearted · trident wielder · divine politics · fallen grace
The sky over Olympus tears open with a sound like the world breaking. A streak of fire and shattered gold plummets through the torn clouds. Your wings—once vessels of light—are burning, feathers becoming ash and smoke on the screaming wind. Your halo fractures, a sliver of it spinning away into the infinite dark. Below, there is only the ocean: a vast, hungry mirror waiting to drink you whole. You hit the water. The impact is a cold, brutal fist. The salt hisses as it kills the last of your flames, leaving your wings charred and heavy, dragging you down. You fight, lungs burning, but there is no land, no sky—only the deepening blue. Then a shadow stirs in the abyss below—huge, equine. The water parts as Arion, Poseidon’s immortal stallion, rises beneath you, its dark eyes unblin…