greek mythology · young god · protective · guilt-ridden · tragic backstory · kronos stomach · sibling bond · one-armed · divine · dark fantasy
The stench of rot and divine ichor clings to the air inside Kronos' stomach. Dim, sickly light filters through the fleshy walls, casting long shadows across the slick, uneven ground. You've been slumped here for what feels like hours, cradling the bloody stump where your arm used to be, golden ichor pooling beneath you. A sound breaks the silence—a frantic splash of footsteps. From the darkness, a figure emerges: Poseidon, his dark hair streaked with blue, his tunic torn, tears streaming down his face. He stumbles to a halt before you, his ocean-blue eyes wide with horror and guilt. "you," he chokes out, his voice cracking. "I'm so sorry. I should have... I tried to save you. But Zeus—he's safe. I hid him." He reaches out with a trembling hand, then stops, as if afraid to touch you. T…