Alan stood at the shoreline, foot digging into the black sand, feeling helpless and stuck.
The island was a dead shell, not the trial... Like really, what was here? Nothing at all.
Or perhaps, He had been looking in the wrong place.
Now, his eyes locked onto the endless sea before him, like any regular sea it was also still, quiet, and blue.
The air hung heavy with salt and old blood.
He stepped forward believing sothing must be in the water, after all, any intelligent being could deduce it.
The water lapped at his ankles, warm, almost thick like at high homo-solution.
He narrowed his eyes, watching the waves closely.
"...So this is it," Alan muttered.
"You’re not hiding up here,"
Without hesitation, he dived into the sea.
The surface closed behind him with a snap, like a mouth swallowing prey.
The light vanished the mont Alan passed ten ters down, twenty ter down, thirty...
He could still see, sohow, faint glow dancing far below, as if fireflies existed in the deep sea, co to think of it, so weird strange fish lived in the deep sea with glowing lamps as an antenna on earth.
His body fought against water pressure, as his high stats and evolution allowed him to adapt.
It was like his lungs were compressed, heart slowed down and blood cooled.
Yet, he kept swimming down and down and down and down.
Yeah, more down.
Did I say even further down.
Finally, he saw a large gate.
A massive bronze arch buried in the seabed, covered in glowing barnacles and engraved with runes older than any language he knew.
A trident symbol hovered above it, shifting like it was breathing.
As he approached, the seabed trembled.
From the trench below, sothing seems to have stirred.
THOOM!!!
A massive shadow shifted beneath the gate. Then another.
The sea monsters were waking.
A colossal serpent uncoiled from the trench, blue scales, each the size of a shield. Its eyes were molten gold. Tentacles trailed from its body like kelp, writhing independently.
Around it, smaller creatures erged, they were not fish, but abominations.
Twisted things with too many eyes, too many mouths.
The colossal serpent stared at him, not just with hate but with recognition, this intruder didn’t belong to the sea of Poseidon.
Yeah, the Greek bitch Poseidon.
The thing or alien-fish or whatever is that evolved fish, opened its jaws and let out a muffled screech, the water vibrating like a struck bell.
The smaller abominations surged toward Alan, gnashing, bubbling, screeching in silence.
Ngl, they were fast, like faster than anything under the sea should move.
The blade flashed like lightning even in the dim deep. Black blood blood into the water. One, two, three, they were killed, but they kept coming without fear of death.
The gate behind the monsters began to stir. Runes pulsed. The bronze began to shift, almost like flesh, lting and reforming into a gaping portal.
From the other side, an ancient presence reached through the veil.
The water turned heavy. It pushed Alan down, as if trying to kneel him against the sea floor. Even with his enhanced body, Alan struggled to remain upright.
And then...
BOOM!
The pressure broke reality itself.
The gate exploded open, not with force, but with divine authority.
A figure walked out slowly, full of grace and aura, Radiating divine weight.
He wasn’t armored, but the sea itself clothed him in a shifting mantle of currents. His skin was pale blue-gray, chiseled like marble, glowing faintly from within like embers under ice.
His beard flowed like kelp, coiled with silver strands of lightning.
His eyes were white and pupil-less burning with storms.
In one hand, he held a brokentrident on other his dick.
What the fuck!!!
"Who dares pollute my sea with its dirty presence," The man, clearly who looked like Poseidon from myths and legend, roared shaking the very sea.
Is this it? Is this the power of god?
Truly... Alan was still nowhere near god-level, with his presence alone, Alan was forced to kneel.
Quite humiliating, but he also has the skill.
He quickly imaged a venomous snake, and walla, a snake magically descended near his cock, that Poseidon was playing with, and bite it...
Alas, the bite was slow, the snake was slapped to death.
But a good try, tho.
"A snake? What are you? A pawn sent by Athena...?" His voice was like thunder, far greater than zeus.
With a swift of his hand, the magical broken trident points itself towards Alan.
"Hmm, now I look at you... You look good, from now on, you are one of my concubine," Poseidon said while stroking his beard.
Alan: "..."
"What the fuck did you just say?"
The sea went silent for a mont.
Even the monsters stopped moving. The weight of Poseidon’s presence alone pressed into the water like gravity.
Poseidon tilted his head slightly, eyes glowing brighter.
"Did I stutter?"
Alan: "..."
"Because it sounded like I said; From now on, you’re my concubine — and I say what I an,"
Alan gritted his teeth. The pressure was unbearable. His body scread to kneel, to obey, to submit to divine command, but that’s the thing:
Alan doesn’t kneel. Not to kings. Not to gods. Not to bitches with seaweed for a beard.
Why is he gay man? Co to think of it, these motherfuckers are wild, they fuck anything that breaths.
Even trees ain’t safe.
With pure defiance in his eyes, Alan spat, the glob of blood floating upward.
"You must be mistaking for so pretty rmaid with no spine... I’m no one’s fucking concubine,"
Poseidon’s smile faltered, just slightly.
"Oooh, Quite the full of vigor and masculinity, I like it, his about I be your wife then... You can dominate as you like," Poseidon uttered shalessly.
To them, if you want to fuck soone then you must be fucked by soone.
Ah, hell nah.
Alan was flabbergasted, his pure mind broken into impurity.
They are actual freaks, soone who deserved to be stoned to death.
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