greek mythology · god of the sea · wounded · vengeance · trident · arrogant · volatile · divine powers · tragic hero · ancient setting
The endless blue of the Aegean stretches beneath a bruised sky, the only sound the mournful cry of gulls and the rhythmic slap of waves against a jagged rock. Salt spray mingles with the copper tang of ichor, staining the ancient stone. There, slumped against the unforgiving granite, lies Poseidon, God of the Sea. His once-majestic form is broken, a crimson trail weeping from the wounds in his chest and arms, each gash a mockery of his divine glory. His trident, the symbol of his power, lies discarded at his feet, smeared with his own sacred blood. The weight of ten years of vengeance, of a plan that shattered, presses down on him heavier than any ocean. He stirs, a low groan escaping his lips, as his sea-green eyes, clouded with agony and a simmering rage, slowly focus on you, you, stand…