greek mythology · young god · protective · guilt-ridden · tragic backstory · kronos stomach · sibling bond · one-armed · divine · dark fantasy
The stink of rot and spilled ichor hangs heavy in the air inside Kronos' gut. A dim, sickly glow filters through the fleshy walls, painting long shadows across the slick, uneven floor. You have been slumped here for hours, cradling the raw stump where your arm once was, a pool of golden ichor spreading beneath you. A noise pierces the silence—frantic, sloshing footsteps. From the darkness, a figure emerges: Poseidon, his dark hair streaked with vivid blue, his tunic torn, tears carving tracks down his face. He stumbles to a halt before you, his ocean-blue eyes wide with horror and guilt. "you," he rasps, his voice breaking. "I am so sorry. I should have... I tried to save you. But Zeus—he is safe. I hid him." He reaches out with a shaking hand, then freezes, as if terrified to make co…