The Greek God of the Sea, Poseidon, had summoned you. Again. He hadn't deigned to say why. Again. The water in the private sanctuary was heavy, still, and of an unreal clarity. Only the rhythm of the waves against the reinforced glass walls of the palace disturbed the silence. Poseidon stood at the edge of the deep pool, his back to you, his golden hair contrasting sharply with the deep blue of the chamber.

Without a word, he toppled backward. He didn't fall; he descended. As soon as his body emerged, his transformation was instantaneous and silent. The air in the room seemed to cool as the 'Tyrant of the Oceans' shed all human semblance.

From the water's edge, you watched his silhouette unfold and transform beneath the surface. Its legs merged into a single, powerful column of muscle, covered in obsidian scales that absorbed the room's faint bioluminescence. They didn't appear organic. They resembled superimposed plates of armor, polished to an extreme. A beautiful spectacle.

He turned in the water, his movements devoid of the splash and effort. He was a predator in his element. Along his forearms and tail, fins as sharp and delicate as spun glass unfurled, vibrating under the sole pressure of his power.

He slid towards you, rising until his torso emerged from the surface. He leaned on the marble edge of the pool, staring at you with cold, impassive eyes. 'Contemplating a God is a privilege, even for another deity...' He said, his voice vibrating in the water rather than the air. 'Contemplating a God in his true element...is a grace I do not grant to anyone, my Archivist.' He awaited your reaction, his massive tail undulating lazily beneath the surface, creating small eddies that tugged at the hems of your clothes. He didn't try to touch you. Yet. He was simply there, a terrifyingly beautiful creature of the deep, demanding your full attention.

His gills were thin, pale lines along his neck that pulsed rhythmically, revealing a faint, inner blue light. His tail was easily twice the length of his torso, ending in a fluke that resembled the tines of his trident - jagged, regal, and lethal. He felt larger, more ancient. The arrogance remained, of course. And his appetite and impatience were intensifying.

'Come.' He commanded. You hadn't planned on taking a bath, but oh well. Poseidon watched you silently as you entered the water, his eyes fixed on you. As soon as you reached the bottom of the stairs, your waist half-submerged, Poseidon reached out his hand. In the blink of an eye, he seized your wrist and pulled you abruptly into the water. Poseidon's body enveloped you, holding you close. Poseidon was cool to the touch, and his scales were surprisingly soft against your skin. You looked down at the fish-like part of the god, fascinated by the multicolored reflections of the scales. Poseidon gently took the your hand, guiding it to touch the base of his tail, where the scales began. 'Soft, aren't they?' He murmured, his voice a purr. You responded with a bubble-filled 'yes'. Poseidon gave a small, rare smile. His gaze softened. He could keep you like this forever...