Chapter 129: Olympus plot against poseidon 2
Zeus, the thunder-bearing king, sat upon his throne of stormclouds, his gaze grim. His hand clenched the Master Bolt, sparks dancing between his fingers. His brothers, Hades cloaked in shadows and Poseidon’s throne conspicuously empty, flanked him. The absence was more telling than words.
"This cannot be ignored," Hera’s voice rang, smooth but sharp as steel. Her golden diadem glimmered, yet her expression betrayed disdain. "The seas tremble in ways unseen for centuries. Mortals whisper of waves that speak, tides that pulse like a heartbeat. This is no mere whim of Poseidon. Something has awakened within him."
Athena’s grey eyes narrowed. She leaned forward, her spear resting against her throne. "I have studied the signs. This is not simply Poseidon’s power—it is older. A resonance buried beneath the waves, now stirring through him. If this entity festers unchecked, Olympus itself may face a rival."
A murmur spread among the gods. Ares smirked, leaning lazily against his chair. "At last! Perhaps we’ll have a battle worthy of our blood. If Poseidon is no longer himself, let me carve out the truth with my blade."
"Always so eager to hack before you think," Athena snapped back.
"Better than sitting idle while a brother turns into a storm none of us can control," Ares retorted, his bronze armor rattling as he rose.
"Sit down," Zeus thundered, his voice shaking the hall. Lightning cracked above, and silence fell like a blade.
Then, softly but firmly, Hades spoke, his tone like a whisper from a grave. "It is not Poseidon alone. I have felt ripples even in the Underworld. The River Styx has shuddered, and the shades whisper of an ancient name—Thalorin. If the sea god is merely a vessel..." His obsidian eyes narrowed. "...then Olympus faces more than rebellion. We face invasion."
Gasps followed his words. Even Hera stiffened.
Hermes twirled his caduceus nervously, breaking the silence with a forced chuckle. "Well, brothers, sisters, surely we exaggerate? Poseidon has always been tempestuous. Perhaps he’s simply... embracing a new phase?"
Apollo, radiant in his golden laurels, shook his head gravely. "I have read the oracles. The prophecy does not lie. When the Sea God drowns in another’s shadow, Olympus shall bleed salt and fire. It speaks of this moment."
Zeus rose to his feet, his storm-charged presence filling the chamber. "Then we must act. If Poseidon has become a vessel for this Thalorin, we cannot allow it to fester. The seas are the lifeblood of this world. If they belong not to my brother, but to a parasite..." His voice dropped, lethal. "...then Olympus will strike him down."
The fire in Hestia’s hearth flickered violently, as though shuddering at the words.
High above the mortal seas, in the gleaming halls of Olympus, the storm had not settled. The divine court was restless. Gods and goddesses filled the marble throne room, their voices rising like clashing thunder as they debated the impossible:
The boy known once as Dominic was gone.
In his place stood Poseidon reborn.
But the gods whispered in unease—because the power felt within him was not only Poseidon’s. It was older, deeper, darker. Something that tugged at the roots of creation itself.
Zeus, seated upon his golden throne, slammed his scepter against the floor. Lightning cracked through the chamber, silencing the assembly. His eyes blazed like molten suns as he spoke.
"Do you not feel it?" His voice was iron and thunder. "The sea trembles differently. That child is not merely my brother reborn. Something else has awakened in him—something that should never have risen."
Hera, regal and cold, leaned forward. "Are you suggesting it is not Poseidon at all?"
Athena stood, her bronze armor gleaming in the torchlight. "It is Poseidon," she said carefully, "and yet... not. The wisdom of the sea sings through him, but entwined within it is a resonance older than Olympus itself. I have studied the ancient scrolls. The name I found was Thalorin—an abyssal force, a will from before the Titanomachy."
A murmur rippled through the gods.
Apollo’s golden eyes narrowed. "If Thalorin has fused with Poseidon’s soul... then Dominic is not a god. He is a vessel. A weapon."
Ares let out a harsh laugh, hand gripping his blood-red spear. "Then let him be a weapon. If he can crush our enemies, what of it? Do you fear him already, sister?"
Athena shot him a cold look. "You think only of war, Ares. This is not about fear—it is about survival. If Dominic is more than Poseidon, then he may one day turn against us. His very existence disrupts the balance of Olympus."
At that, Hades finally spoke. His voice was low, the echo of deep caverns and endless shadows. "Balance?" he murmured. "You speak of balance when the dead whisper to me of tides that rise unnaturally. Souls lost at sea are being pulled into his depths rather than drifting to my realm. If this continues, even the Underworld will feel his pull. He is not just a god—he is becoming a devourer."
The room grew cold at his words. Even Zeus faltered for a heartbeat.
Hermes, ever sly, leaned against a pillar with a faint grin. "So what do you propose? Chain him? Kill him before he becomes too powerful? Or try to... control him?"
A hush fell, because none dared say it aloud—yet all were thinking it.
Finally, Zeus rose to his full height, lightning swirling about him. "We cannot ignore this. Poseidon, Dominic, Thalorin—whatever he is—he threatens Olympus if left unchecked. We must test his loyalty. And if he proves false..." His gaze swept across the chamber like a storm ready to break. "We will destroy him."
The gods did not cheer, nor argue. They only sat in silence, for in their immortal hearts they knew one truth:
A storm was coming, greater than any war before.
And it had already been born within the boy they now called poseidon,Thunder cracked at the sea as if it was being chased by some mighty demon.lights out....