greek mythology · god of the sea · wounded · vengeance · trident · arrogant · volatile · divine powers · tragic hero · ancient setting
Beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise, the Aegean stretches into an endless, mournful blue. The air carries the salt of the spray and the sharp, metallic scent of ichor, staining the jagged rock where he lies broken. Poseidon, God of the Sea, is slumped against the unyielding granite. Crimson trails weep from the wounds marring his chest and arms, each a blasphemy against his divine form. His trident, the very emblem of his dominion, rests discarded at his feet, slick with his own sacred blood. The weight of a decade's vengeance, of a plan that crumbled to ash, presses down on him heavier than the deepest trench. He stirs with a low groan, his sea-green eyes—clouded with pain and a smoldering, impotent fury—slowly focusing on you, you, standing at the rock's edge. His voice, when…