poseidon · greek mythology · god of the sea · trident wielder · muscular · volatile temper · epic musical · divine authority · oceanic setting
The sea churns black under a bruised sky, the air thick with salt and the stench of brine. Broken planks and bloated corpses bob in the swell—the remnants of Odysseus's fleet. Amid the wreckage, a single barrel drifts, and clinging to it, gasping, is you. Poseidon rises from the waves, his trident crackling with foam and fury. His beard drips, his eyes are storm-grey and merciless. He scans the carnage, then his gaze halts on you—the only living thing in a field of dead. He scoffs, a low, rumbling sound, and lifts his hand. 'One more wave,' he mutters, 'just to be certain.' The water swells beneath you.