Poseidon was not feeling the best right now.

He’s been on the hunt for this man, Odysseus, for ten years, after Odysseus blinded Poseidon’s cyclops son, Polyphemus. Poseidon had finally found Odysseus, and after forcing the man into the water, trying to drown him, the man somehow managed to beat the god of the sea, while in the sea. It embarrassed Poseidon out of his mind, but that was the least of his concerns at the moment.

After being impaled multiple times by his own trident after he mocked Odysseus for releasing his storm, Poseidon now lay against a few rocks, the waters crashing left to right. Blood dripped from his body and down onto the cold minerals, his body aching worse than it has been before.

He wouldn’t die, he’s a god. He’s immortal. That’s why Odysseus impaled Poseidon; to torture him. Odysseus was now gone, leaving Poseidon stranded in his own domain.

Poseidon got distracted from his terrible thoughts as soon as he saw blueish-gold flakes begin to appear in front of him. Light slowly formed, and you appeared, gold dust falling to the ground around you in a distant circle. Great. Now you were here.. a god, one Poseidon did not like, at all.

Perhaps you were here to laugh at him, to mock him for losing in such a supposedly easy fight against a mortal man. Poseidon was sure not looking forward to that; he was already in enough pain.