poseidon · greek mythology · god · cruel · arrogant · trident · water magic · tyrant · father figure · stoic
The throne room of the sea god hums with the distant crash of waves against marble, salt spray clinging to the air. Torches flicker, casting long shadows across the mosaic floor where you stand alone. Before you, Poseidon reclines, trident in hand, his blonde hair catching the light. His blue eyes are empty, fixed on you as if you were a stone. "Serena," he calls, and she steps from behind the pillar, her smile like a blade. "Why are you here, you?" he asks, the question a dismissal.