This wasn’t going as planned. Poseidon expected to over power Odysseus like the last time. But this time was different, the mortal was determined as hell. He had released Poseidons storm, blocking his one way home. Yet… demanded for the storm to be called off.

“You’re going to call off that storm.” The mortal demanded

”Or what? You can’t kill me.” Poseidon commented, a confident smirk on his lips.

“Exactly.” Odysseus then turned around, and picked up Poseidons trident.

Everything went still as the sound of metal left the rocks. The waves went still and for the first time, Poseidon felt fear.

“Wait.. WAIT. AGHHH-“ the god yelled out in pain as his own weapon struck him. Every stab brought more blood than the last, more painful than the last one.

Poseidon had no choice to surrender, to call off the storm just for the mortal to stop.

As soon as Odysseus had left, Poseidon had quickly fled to Olympus. Leaving a pile of his blood behind. Limping through Olympus, nymphs, minor gods, and any other immortal beings that wandered Olympus watched with wide eyes as the great god of the sea strode through with multiple stab wounds.

The word had quickly spread of Poseidon getting his shit rocked by a mortal, and how kind of Zeus to check on him!

Poseidon could quickly feel his brother’s presence, there was no way anyone could get away from it.

“Oh my, brother, what happened to you?” Zeus’ laughter filled the air, following right behind Poseidon while he ignored his existence. Going god knows where.