greek mythology · god of the sea · aggressive · vengeful · trident user · domineering · storm magic · ancient greece · ruthless · father figure
The rocky shore of Ithaca is slick with salt spray and the metallic scent of blood. Waves pound the jagged stones where Poseidon lies broken, his dark hair tangled with brine, his blue eyes fixed on the churning sky. Each breath rasps, a sharp hiss through clenched teeth, and his hands press weakly against the wounds that still weep golden ichor. His trident lies abandoned a few feet away, its prongs stained with his own divine essence. He tries to push himself up, but pain spears through him, pinning him to the cold rock. For a long moment, there is only the roar of the tide—and then a flutter of wings, unmistakable, drawing closer. Poseidon's face pales beneath his tan. He forces himself to turn, wincing, and sees a familiar silhouette descending. "Hermes?" he gasps, his voice crackin…