Had To Add Tags I Forgot And Also, It Can Be Any Poseidon Because There Are SOOOOO MANY Good Ones. Also

Had to add tags i forgot and also, it can be any Poseidon because there are SOOOOO MANY good ones. Also to clarify, just in case, this is when Poseidon was like (not too be precise) like a young adult, 18 to 23 at least

A Muse's Death

( I always wondered if I would ever post any of my writing on here. That is if anyone would ever read it😅it always had scenarios of what it was like for the gods when a mortal lover died, especially when they were younger...so I wrote it. It is and was a roller coaster to write. I didn't make a name for the woman or design besides the eyes cause I couldn't think of a good one sorry )

Also the poseidon in this is based off of @neal-illustrator Poseidon but younger if that makes sense

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At the beginning, when man and Gods were oh so connected, there was once love. The ocean, a bringer of life and beauty, could also be a harbinger of destruction and death. Even under all of that however, a young heart was present. A heart that bled, loved, and sometimes yearned.

A young woman, beautiful as the sun reflecting off of the surface of the cool ocean. Her eyes sparkled like gems in the radiant rays, lips as red as the succulent pomegranate. She had so much to be happy and grateful for. A loving Father and Mother, a thriving village, food and a home. But her young heart yearned for something she did not have yet; love. Someone to hold her, to share beautiful memories with, protect her and comfort her.

Everyday, without fail, she would visit the village's small Temple of Poseidon just off the beach. The young woman would speak to the God, bring him offerings with a smile and joy on her face, without fail. And everyday, without fail, he would be there. Listening, hiding in the shadows just out of her view. He did not want to scare the poor woman, as she had never truly laid eyes on him. Then, one day, he finally decided to reveal himself to this beautiful muse.

At first, the young woman was startled by the young man's sudden appearance. She had never seen him before, no clue as to this stranger was. His eyes were a striking bright blue, long brown braids framed his chiseled face, and a small beard adorned his chin. Their eyes met, and they gave a little smile to one another. She outstretched her hand to the young God, her eyes saying that she knew who he was. After a moment of hesitation, he took her hand and waited the Temple with the young woman.

The young God and young woman talked for hours, hand in hand, about themselves and anything and everything. Only when the moon hung above them in the heavens did they depart from one another. With a small kiss and a promise that they would see each other again, he returned to the duties of his domain. For two years, in between his duties and hers, the young lovers saw each other almost everyday. Each day was filled with new stories, adventures, and talk of dreams and plans for the future. As the seasons changed, the young lovers grew closer and closer. Everything seemed...perfect.

But as we all know, every beginning has an ending. And sometimes, it's not the happy ending we hope for I'm afraid dear readers

After a long 3 months of the young God's duties taking all of his time for his beautiful muse, he finally made his way to her village. On the journey there, the God passed a ship with men loudly celebrating a recent victory. They had many spoils to bring back to their homeland. However, some of the spoils caught the young God's eye. It looked familiar in some way to him. It was at that moment that one of the boisterous men held up a clay vase in victory. The art on the vase was unmistakable, it was from his muse's home Temple.

He raced across the water's surface, his breath catching in his throat. Voices began to ring through his mind.

What have they done? Why did I stay away? You're not going fast enough Poseidon, GO FASTER!

The young God's heart stopped as the sight before him unfolded in his mind. Fire, destruction, death everywhere he looked. The once thriving village was now nothing but ruins and a waste land. The smell was sickening, and the silence deafening. He ran through the rubble and carnage, tears filling his eyes as he searched each person's face. It had already turned to night fall, the roaring fires helping to illminate the gruesome sight. His heart raced with every step he took, and with every face he saw, the voices grew louder.

Where is she?

His eyes darted, blurred from the tears threatening to escape, then stopped in shock. The young God's gold blood run cold as a trail of blood became clear in his vision. The voices were thunderous now.

No, please...

His breathing hitch as he ran, following the trail.

Please, not her.

The Temple came into view as he stopped. It had been desecrated beyond recognition, vases and offerings were destroyed and thrown in all directions. The trail led into the now destroyed temple. A faint light emitted from inside, a single lit torch remained on the wall. As he stepped into the doorway, his breath halted as the same tears he held in ran down his cheeks.

No no NO!!!

Illuminated by the single untouched torch, there laid his muse. She was reaching for the ocean, her hand outstretched onto the floor as the pool of blood made a dark abyss underneath her. Her body, once full of life, now laid bare, degraded, bruised and full of holes. The young God's body shook as sickening sobs left his body.

"This can't be true! No please wake up! "

He held her close, shaking her endlessly while he begged, pleaded even, for her to wake up. His chest was tight, he couldn't see straight, this wasn't the same pain as his father gave him. What was this?

"What is this?! Why does it hurt?! Wake up please!! My muse, please!!! "

His sobs and pleads were unheard as it echoed throught the empty village. He held her tightly, not wanting to believe that she was really gone. He looked into her eyes, the life gone from her beautiful eyes. A new voice entered the young God's mind.

They must BLEED, they must BURN...

The God's sorrow changed into a burning rage. His heart, now as black as the deepest depths of his domain, a raging fire stronger than the ones outside. He laid his muse down, placing one last kiss on her lips, now blue and cold. The voice rung again, this time a little louder as the young God stood.

Make those pigs BLEED

He stepped out of the Temple, glancing one last time at the young woman. Tears still fell from his eyes, but now he felt numb. He stepped into the water, his body changing as he went in deeper. His eyes burned bright blue, his body as black as the shadows, and monstrous claws sprung from his fingers. He slung below the surface, racing to where the vessel was last seen.

They took her from you

The ship came into view, a fire now lit on the vessel as the sound of celebration still rung in the air.

Your muse

He raced closer to the vessel as the voice became louder

They BEAT her

MURDERED her

DEGRADED. HER.

He grit his teeth as he lifted out of the water, the side of the sickening vessel only inches from him. Time seemed to stop around the young God. The voice spoke again, only this time, more sinister.

Are you going to allow that, Oh Powerful King of the 7 seas, Oh Lord Poseidon?

No. He would not. The young God erupted from the black ocean, his body growing to monstrous sizes, almost reaching the heavens themselves. The ocean roared and tossed as the God readied his trident, storm clouds forming in the skies. He looked down on the vessel, the once joyful men now frozen with fear plastered on their faces. He felt nothing as he swung his sharp claws and bludgeoned the ship with his trident until nothing but bodies and wreckage was left.

As he stood there, looking at what he had done, an uncontrollable sobs left his body as he fell to his knees on the surface of his ocean. The rain fell harder as the God's body shook and jolted with every sound that escaped him.

"They will NEVER hurt me like this again. " He looked out at his domain, the water now slightly calmer. "They WILL respect me, and they will FEAR me. " His rage needed to be known. These nuisances would never hurt him again. "This is the last time you foolish mortals EVER TAKE ANYTHING FROM ME!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I AM POSEIDON, KING OF THE 7 SEAS, EARTHSHAKER, AND I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!! "