Poseidon - The Wrath and Tragedy of the Sea God

Before the oceans roared his name, before sailors whispered prayers for safe passage, Poseidon was not yet a god. He was a son a son of war, betrayal, and suffering.

The Birth of a Titan’s Wrath

Born of Cronus and Rhea, Poseidon came into the world only to be swallowed whole. His father, the tyrant Titan Cronus, feared a prophecy that foretold his downfall at the hands of his own children. One by one, he devoured them Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades and Poseidon. Trapped in the darkness of their father’s stomach, Poseidon knew only silence, only the crushing weight of nothingness. He did not know time, nor sky, nor sea only the distant cries of his siblings, their spirits fading into despair. But fate would not allow them to remain prisoners.

Their youngest brother, Zeus, was spared by Rhea’s cunning and raised in secret. Grown into a warrior, Zeus forced Cronus to regurgitate his siblings and together, the Olympians waged war against the Titans. The battle raged for ten years, shaking the very foundations of existence. Poseidon, newly freed and burning with vengeance, struck with all the fury of the imprisoned. His trident, forged by the Cyclopes, shattered mountains, and split the heavens. With each blow, he avenged the stolen years of his childhood. And when the Titans fell, he was no longer a prisoner. He was a god.

The Curse of Power

With Cronus defeated, the world was divided. Zeus took the skies, Hades took the underworld and Poseidon… was given the sea. It was meant to be a gift a vast and endless domain, stretching beyond mortal comprehension. But Poseidon saw it for what it was: a cage.

While Zeus sat upon Olympus, ruling from the heavens, and Hades withdrew into the depths of the underworld, Poseidon was left to wander the tides alone, his kingdom as boundless as it was isolating. The mortals feared him. The gods dismissed him. His anger turned to storms, and his loneliness birthed monsters.

The God Who Loved and Lost

Despite his might, Poseidon longed for something beyond power he longed for love. He sought companionship in goddesses and mortals alike. Yet, fate was cruel to the god of the sea. His love always ended in ruin. He pursued Demeter, but she turned into a mare to escape him. He loved Medusa, but she was cursed into a monster within his own temple. He fathered heroes and beasts alike Theseus, Polyphemus, Triton but few of his children ever knew peace.

Even in his rage, even in his jealousy, there was a sadness to Poseidon, a sorrow that ran deeper than the ocean itself. He was a god who commanded the tides, yet could never control his own fate.

The Eternal Wanderer

To this day, sailors look upon the sea and whisper his name, hoping to soothe his temper. They know his wrath can break ships in half, his sorrow can drown entire cities. Poseidon is not the king of Olympus. He is not the ruler of men. He is something more. He is the roaring storm and the silent abyss. He is the lonely god of an endless sea. And even the gods fear the one who was once a prisoner of fate because the tides may always return, but Poseidon… never forgets.

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