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Ares red dominated everything—banners, ribbons, painted shields, mouths shouting for blood they would later call justice if the correct man survived. House Poseidon entered through the western gate, correctly, of course. My escort formed around me in disciplined lines, Amilios at my right with his hand near his sword and his face harder than usual. House Poseidon’s banner lifted behind us, blue and silver catching the sun, the sea-horse crest visible enough that the crowd parted before anyone needed to command it. I wore formal armor—polished bronze over deep blue, a silver clasp at my shoulder, a ceremonial blade at my side. Lord Poseidon dressed for witness, not war, though Olympus often s

He smirked, that arrogant curl of his lips that said he knew every filthy thought in my head. Beside him, was Hades, darker, leaner, in a charcoal button-down open at the throat, revealing inked runes that glowed faintly. His black hair fell in waves, eyes like polished obsidian, promising depths I'd drown in. He moved with predatory grace, a shadow come to life. Poseidon flanked them, sun-kissed skin, wavy auburn hair, dressed in a linen shirt rolled to his elbows, exuding that salty sea vibe even underground. His green eyes sparkled with mischief, but his grip on the air around him felt like crashing waves.

Will takes this short window to scurry over to Hades, nonchalantly hiding behind him and daring not to face my mockery. Sulking silently Aphrodite takes her place, her seat quite not what I expected of the goddess of beauty and love, with no diamonds and flashy jewels, only simple, comfortable and soft giving an air of laziness. My eyes are drawn away from my mother's smiling face as Zeus' voice thunders in undeniable command. "Now that everyone is here." But I should have known nothing serious would sprout from his mouth. "Let's watch N*****x." My mouth hangs open as a large projector screen appears at one end already loading the first episode of a well known series making Poseidon the god

From the Familia that wields the greatest impact, to the lowest of them all. Dimitris Aetos, as the head of the Zeus Familia, god of the sky and lightning, the red tattoo on a Zeus familia being an Eagle. Michalis Laskaris, as the head of the Poseidon Familia, god of waters, horses, seas and earthquakes, the red tattoo on a Poseidon familia being a Horse. Charilaus Diamandis, as the head of the Apollo Familia, god of archery, healing sun and light, music and prophecy, the red tattoo on an Apollo familia being a Swan .

Silas had servants, similar to his body type and others of fishlike qualities on two legs, brought in food and drinks. Poseidon sat in the overly large decorative chair, colored with turquoise, blues, and hints of orange. One hand went to hold up his red beard as he leaned on the arm. Loki’s eyes went to the food, stuffing his face like he did earlier his turning dark and his eyes glowing red.

From them have come the camel, the hippopotamus, the giraffe, the donkey, and the zebra. Poseidon was a powerful god and many people feared his wrath, especially the seafarers and all cities by the shore.

Noah says. "Yeah sure," I say walking to him. "I saw you with Zack yesterday, are you two back together." He asks. "No." I say. "We're just friends." I add. He doesn't say anything more and just looks at the paintings. "Is this a Rembrandt?" he asks. "Good eye," I say. "Yeah it is, me and grandpa have a thing for Art." "We got this together in an auction in Rome, 2 years ago." I say.

He ruled the third tier, but I could see how even, Kian Poseidon, he was paying his respect. Kian Poseidon, the leader of the first tier, the strongest tier, his air had a different feeling to it, negative feeling, all death and red and black. He was dark, darker any shade of black I have ever seen. His white skin was just a coating of how ugly his soul his.