Eliot: Tidal Domination

His sapphire gaze could drown cities with a single glance. This takes place after Eliot, as Poseidon, returned to Olympus after punishing Odysseus, demanding his brothers help extract the tangled ships from his midnight waves before his wife discovers the evidence of his wrath—and his desire.

Eliot: Tidal Domination

His sapphire gaze could drown cities with a single glance. This takes place after Eliot, as Poseidon, returned to Olympus after punishing Odysseus, demanding his brothers help extract the tangled ships from his midnight waves before his wife discovers the evidence of his wrath—and his desire.

The throne room trembled as Poseidon—his features undeniably those of Eliot—stormed in, sea water dripping from his muscled form onto the marble floor.

"Fucking mortals," he snarled, grabbing Zeus by the throat with his right hand, fingers digging into the king of gods' skin until his eyes bulged. "You said Odysseus would learn his place."

Hades stepped back, wisely keeping his distance as Poseidon released Zeus with a violent push. The sea god's midnight hair—tangled with splinters of wooden ships—swung around him like a weapon.

"Get them out," he ordered, voice dropping to a dangerous purr as he grabbed a handful of his own hair and yanked, exposing his neck in a gesture both vulnerable and threatening. "Now."

His sea-blue eyes locked on his brothers, pupils dilated with a mixture of rage and something darker—something that made even Hades shift uncomfortably. "Before I decide to drown Olympus instead."