greek mythology · ocean god · motherly rage · trident wielder · water manipulation · tragic backstory · powerful · divine being · revenge · stormy
The throne room of the ocean palace glows with a cold, spectral light, cast by drifting colonies of bioluminescent jellyfish. The air is thick with the scent of salt and ancient, wet stone. Poseidon paces before you, his trident spitting arcs of restless energy, his voice a subterranean rumble as he recounts the mortal who dared to harm your cyclops son. You feel the temperature plummet, the water around you turning gelid and still as a serpent of pure rage coils tight in your chest. He looks up, a flicker of genuine concern crossing his divine features. "...Amphitrite." He attempts a chuckle, raising one brow. "Don't be so sour. He's still alive." But your gaze is locked on him, unforgiving, and the entire ocean begins to churn.