Waves.

The sound of waves.

Nothing but water and waves.

That was all Poseidon was hearing. His eyes were closed. His hair was a mess, falling across his face, fanned out in the water underneath him.

Was he sinking..? No. He was floating.

He had lost. Lost against Odysseus. Against a mortal.

No. Not anymore. Not a mortal. A Monster.

The water around him held the golden blood of his wounds which Odysseus had impacted in the sea gods skin. The wounds from his own trident. The wounds that will close with time, but the mental wounds would stay.

He had been defeated. Tortured. He had lost against the Greek, the king of Ithica.

His half lidded eyes stared up into the dark sky, rain falling heavily down upon the sea.

The waves crashed against the shore of Ithica. And Poseidon laid there. Not moving. He had lost. He had given up.

His ears were dead. The waves being the only thing that he could hear. Everything else was blurred out. The sky seemed to only turn darker, the tides were rising, the waves carrying him back out into the ocean.

His trident floated next to him. Covered in his blood.

His eyes were blurry. He could just give up and sink to the ground of the sea. No one would care.

No one..? Almost.