Poseidon's Wrath

Part 3: Wrath and Wraiths

Breaking Fast

Flames; a city burning. No. Melting? Lava flows from a mountain, standing above it, a dark figure. "End this!" I yell.

The dark figure descends towards me "You can't stop this. The city will fall, your last salvation buried here!"

I conjure a mass of water, combatting the flow of the lava; it turns to rock.
Many people are encased in the rock, and more and more lava comes. Suddenly balls of flame come flying from the sky, heating the air with their explosions.
"You killed Ares! Where will you stop?!"

"I will stop when these creatures, these unnatural beings, are all destroyed."

"Can't you see, Hades? They are us!"

"No. They only look like us, Poseidon. They thrive on greed, wrath, a lust for destruction; they're the titans just waiting to happen again!"

"I see you're too long gone, I must stop you."

"Like you stopped the Titans?"

"I could never do that to you."

"If you're not going to kill me, then you can't stop me."

"I'm afraid I can." My hands open, a swirling of colours fills my hand, and then combine into iridescence, Liquid KleptoDivinite.

"What is that?" Hades asks.

"I love you, Hades." I say, a jet of water grabs me and go straight into Hades, my hand on Hades' chest. I can see Hade's face now, except the face is my wife's. The shock and betrayal on her face, the same as the day I found my power. Is this dream telling me that I killed her? Is my subconscious free to reign and bringing my guilt? I start hyperventilating and then. I go cold.

My eyes blur open to the aquatic room. The smell of salt water fills my nostrils. The filters bubble, faint, almost unnoticed.
A Large starfish overhead, it must have made its way there while I was sleeping. The room has a cool, almost chilled breeze that sweeps through. I sit up and face the wall opposite the room. The glass shimmered as the room lights up. I feel refreshed, lively. For the first time since capture, alive.

My nightmares have gotten worse since being free, they feel more vivid, more real...

I attempt to get up from the bed, but I can't bring myself to leave its comfort, it feels firm but cushioned enough to sink in; it moulds to my body. The base beds were solid, hard, purely for practicality and not for suiting an individual.
I sit here just staring at the life in the tank, enjoying the bed while it lasts, for who knows when I will next be in a bed this comfortable.
I finally manage to stand, I go for the door but then realise that I'm not clothed. Shit I think to myself realizing that I have no spare clothes. I look around frantically, and then I go to the drawers by the bed. They're empty...
"Double shit." I whisper.

I hear a knocking on the door, followed by a sweet, almost shy voice "Hello. Um. Poseidon." It's Icarus, less energized than last night, however.
"Just a second!" I yell through the door. I quickly jump over the bed and wrap the aqua sheets around my body, not unlike a himation. I hold the sheet with one hand on the outside and one on the other. "come in."

The door opens, and then enters Icarus. "Oh. Um. You're-" she stutters, she shakes her head and then "Right. I'll get you some clothes. I just ah-" she looks me up and down and her cheeks develop a rosy tint "right. Sorry. I'll yeah."

I give a small chuckle "Underwear would be appreciated." I look at her awkwardly for a second as she stands there almost in shock "I'm also sorry for last night, I was... I don't really know what was happening with me."