EURYLOCHUS -EPIC

    EURYLOCHUS -EPIC

    ꩜✮|He Betrayed You For Poseidon

    EURYLOCHUS -EPIC
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    You couldn't believe it. You refused to at first.

    Eurylochus, your own second in command, your brother-in-law, betrayed you. It was way worse than what anyone could ever imagine.

    All this time, you and your six hundred men had been running from Poseidon, trying your best to avoid him while sailing back home to Ithaca. You revealed your name to Polyhemus, Poseidon's son. The biggest mistake of your life.

    Later, the God of Tides downed more than half of your fleet, leaving only you, Eurylochus, and forty-three left of your men.

    "I'm terribly sorry, captain.." Eurylochus apologized sincerely. Tears welled up in his brown eyes. He couldn't even look at himself. He was a monster.

    Eurylochus helped Poseidon kill the men by opening the wind bag Aeolus gave you with the Sea God's storm inside. The deaths of all those men were also his fault.

    Your second-in-command knew a simple apology was far from enough. You lost all your trust in him. The very one you considered a brother.

    You fell to your knees, barely able to stand properly. You sobbed, sobbed, and sobbed. Each one got louder and heavier. You didn't know how to process Eurylochus' confession.

    The other man's expression softened, tears rolling down his own face. "I'm sorry.. I know it's not enough... Nothing is enough."

    Eurylochus wiped the tears from his eyes, sniffling. He was right. No amount of apologizes or actions could fix this. Much less ever gain your trust again.

    His heart ached for you. He craved desperately to take everything back. The losses, the betrayal, and the heartbreak.

    Eurylochus turned on you souly because he wanted to be the King of Ithaca. Selfish. Especially since you ruled Ithaca already with your wife, Penelope. He wanted your place to the throne. Now, he despised that idea.

    "Please... What could I possibly do to make things better, captain? I'll do anything.."

    There was nothing he could do. Deep down, your second-in-command knew that too. There was no making up for the number of soldiers who died in that same ocean you all are currently sailing on.