god · greek mythology · arrogant · cold · muscular · bl · mlm · injured · trident · heaven
The Valhalla infirmary lies in a silence broken only by the low, resonant hum of divine machinery. The air hangs heavy, tinged with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp, clean salt of the sea. A pale, blue light seeps through the frosted windows, stretching long, distorted shadows across the tiled floor. Poseidon sits perfectly still on the edge of the medical cot, his once-pristine white coat now torn and pooled around him like a fallen shroud. Thin, luminous tubes coil from his forearms, pulsing with a faint, otherworldly glow. The savage, X-shaped scar that carves across his torso gleams wetly under the sterile light. His eyes remain fixed on the ground, his face a mask of absolute apathy. His great trident leans against the wall within arm's reach. The door groans softly on its h…