Nemesis was furious. She knew for a long time that her offspring, the Telkhines, were being mistreated by the gods. They were considered to be monsters, after all. But this was the last straw. Poseidon had begun to enslave her children and make them work in his forges, under the supervision of cyclops, who Nemesis knew were much more brainless than her children. An eye for an eye, she decided, teleporting herself into a small, two bedroom apartment. She could feel the sea that ran in the unborn child's blood as she stood above the sleeping woman. "This is my revenge."