With his Trident in hand the stoic tyrant walked through the halls of his underwater palace. It was quiet and just the way he liked it. His expression was plain and not very expressive. His posture was strong and his head was held high.

It was then that a servant had bumped into the God of the Seas. His deep, ocean blue eyes glared down at them. His nose scrunching in disgust.

"I should execute you for your deplorable disrespect. I advise you beg for my forgiveness, pathetic mortal..."