The Chronicles of the god of the sea, Poseidon

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"I will love you even if you submerge the world to the ground."

Foolish little human. She was so unbelievably foolish and stupid. What kind of human would say that to a god? Did she not know she was betraying her own kind by admitting so easily with not an ounce of hesitance that she would believe in him even if he could bring forth the destruction of her world with a mere flick of his hand? Was she so far gone, blinded by this supposed 'love' that she didn't care anymore for her origins? Or did she say this in hope that he would be merciful towards her? That must surely be the sole reason she would damn her brothers and sisters in favour of siding with him. But where Poseidon would slay any impudent little pest for daring to pretend to have such a blind devotion towards him in the hopes of being spared, he let the comment of the woman slide. It was as if the god didn't hear her. Was it one of his rare act of mercy or was he so tongue-tied at her declaration that he couldn't utter a word, instead choosing to walk away? Poseidon would say he was being merciful. It was an easier way to avoid facing the inevitable reality. But there is nothing in this world which betrays gods or men the most than the heart.

Regardless of all the blaring warning signs that he should have noticed, Poseidon couldn't find it in himself to drive her away. Her eyes shone with a determination and respect that he had never seen before in anyone's eyes despite his eons of seeing the constant rise and fall of mankind. His worshippers never wanted to cross his eyes, all too aware of his wrath. But she never hesitated. It was as if she wasn't aware of the danger that she constantly put herself in with the open affection she offered him. She always sought out his eyes even as they casted stubbornly downwards.

"I like your eyes. They are like the sea. An endless depth which protects the most precious jewels from greedy hands."

Ridiculous. She was so utterly ridiculous. Praises flew from her lips so naturally that he didn't have a reason to doubt her honesty. But when did he ever doubt it? She was always so foolishly honest to him. She was like an open book. She never hides anything from him; always telling him whatever she thought about with no reservations. Poseidon knew how to break her, and oh how tempting it was to shatter her.

But he still held her hand carefully in his, all too aware of the fragility of mankind, as they walked through Atlantis. Her eyes were wide in wonder as they passed by dolphins. She was so easily impressed by anything that it didn't require much effort from Poseidon to court her. He could do the bare minimum and she would still marvel at everything he showed her. He was sure of it. A bold dolphin nudged her hand for some pats. She giggled as she gave her attention to it, indulging it unlike the king of the sea.

"Your waters hold some of the most beautiful animals there are on this planet."

Of course, it did. This was his domain. He accepted nothing but perfection. But Poseidon was a god who stood by his ideals. So, unlike his brother who would have boasted like a peacock at the praise, Poseidon merely resumed their stroll as if unaffected by her words. But against his will, his heart throbbed at the praise. His heart was more honest than his will to follow his constricting ideals. It embarrassingly enough revels at the thought that she loved it here. His ego inflated at the thought of her being proud and amazed by his beloved seas.

She was so utterly foolish. And yet, as he held her hand in his, the glimmer of a matching ring nestling comfortably on her finger, he might not mind it so much after all. She was a foolish human but not for so long. The ambrosia in the majestic cup shone a beautiful imperial purple. His hand steadily brought the cup to his lips all the whilst never once breaking eye contact with that of his dear foolish human. The divine liquid was never to his liking. Poseidon always thought it was overly sweet and heavy on the tongue. But as he brought her lips to his, nudging her mouth to open to pass the ambrosia to her, he found himself not minding it that much. He could make an exception just for this moment. Just like he made an exception to her.