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A Contest of Kings

Record of Ragnarök - Male Reader x Poseidon x Hades x Zeus

Warnings - 18+ Only. Adult Situations.

Alright, full disclosure, @icy-spicy’s “A Broken Bet” inspired this, so credit/blame goes to her! (pssst btw go check her out, she’s awesome)

I imagine this is the same Reader from the “Son of Aphrodite” fics, just before Ragnarök. Enjoy some Big Three shenanigans!

The celebration on Olympus had lulled somewhat, and Hades found himself enjoying a surprising moment of companionship with his brothers.

Tucked away in a corner of the gardens, the three brothers shared glasses of ambrosia, the sounds of laughter and music perfuming the air, all three watching the crowd dance and mingle. It was rare for Hades to have both Poseidon and Zeus together with him like this, and he found himself smiling fondly as Zeus slung his arm around Poseidon’s shoulders, enthusiastically talking about “the time he bested Father in combat once and for all” as though Poseidon had not been witness to the event.

“What are you three doing over here?”

Hades glanced up to see you approach, breathless and grinning, a faint sheen on sweat coating your skin from dancing. Your golden sheer silks clung to your hips and arms, highlighting the curves of your body. Aphrodite’s beauty shone through all of her offspring, and you were certainly no exception.

“Enjoying a moment of respite.” Hades raised his glass in your direction, arching a brow as Zeus detangled himself from Poseidon, leaning back in his seat with a grin. He patted his muscular thigh invitingly, and his smile grew wider as you slid into his lap, your arm coiling around his broad shoulders, fingers toying with his golden hair.

Poseidon rolled his eyes slightly, while Hades shook his head, and Zeus shamelessly stared at your pectorals right under his nose.

“You make yourself sound so old.” You huffed, leaning against Zeus’s shoulder, shifting your weight slightly – your thigh flashed in Hades’s vision, the loose, semi-transparent fabric of your toga riding up, exposing toned muscle, an entirely accidental move on your part, Hades was sure. “Zeus tells stories, you know. You three had some fun in between all the Titan fighting.”

Hades shot Zeus a look, and his brother only grinned in response, his palm sliding slowly over your hip. He cleared his throat sharply, nodding his head across the crowd, where Hera chatted with Aphrodite and Hestia.

Zeus pouted and reluctantly removed his hand.

Poseidon rolled his eyes again.

You eventually returned to the celebration, fingertips trailing across Zeus’s shoulders, your lips brushing Hades’s cheek. You even managed to coax the ghost of smile from Poseidon’s perpetually cold expression as you walked away, your smirk playful. The three brothers quietly watched as you melted into the crowd, and Hades forced his gaze back to Zeus, whose own eyes were watching your rear. “Do not even think about it, brother.”

“Too late.”

Poseidon scoffed under his breath, and Hades huffed, shaking his head with bemusement. “You’re incorrigible.” He shoved Zeus lightly with his foot. “I bet you could not go a single month without throwing yourself at some pretty thing.”

Zeus turned to him, looking vaguely indignant at the implication he couldn’t do something. “I could so!” He huffed, his eyes flickering back to the crowd. “Although why I’d deny myself the pleasure, I cannot imagine.” He flashed a wide, wicked grin at Hades. “Come now, brother. Tell me those long, lonely winter months without Persephone wouldn’t pass a little easier with him warming your bed?”

Hades lowered his glass to the table, his expression smooth. “Do you really wish to pull at that thread, brother dear?”

Zeus had the decency to at least look a little sheepish. Poseidon said nothing, seemingly content to ignore his brothers. Hades tapped his fingers against the table, studying Zeus with a thoughtful eye, before sharply shaking his head. “Never mind. You couldn’t do it.”

Hades might have imagined it, but he swore Zeus almost looked stung by his stated lack of faith in him. The King of Olympus sat upright, his expression growing uncharacteristically serious. “A month? Very well.” He held out his hand for Hades, who stared at it in surprise. “I accept your challenge.” He smiled smugly, practically brimming with confidence. “I trust you agree to the same terms?”

Hades laughed, still surprised. “I wasn’t trying to bed him in the first place, Zeus.”

Zeus smirked at him, a gleam in his eyes. “Well, well, look who is backing down….” He turned to Poseidon, his grin growing wider. “I don’t think our big brother thinks he could resist the offer if it was made.”

“I have no part of this.” Poseidon replied dryly, looking completely disinterested.

Zeus laughed and punched Poseidon’s arm, ignoring the flash of indignation on his brother’s face when he did so. “I doubt you could either.” Zeus waved his hand dismissively. “All of your talk of being a “perfect being” your still as weak for pleasures of the flesh as the rest of us.”

Hades felt his brows shoot upwards, watching as Poseidon’s face twisted into an angry sneer. “Brother—”

“Do not mistake me for you.” He snarled, turning his fierce glare on Zeus, who simply smiled serenely in response. “I am perfection.”

“Then you’ll agree as well.” He held out his hand in front of him, eyeing his brothers with a smug grin. “One month.”

“Fine.” Poseidon spat, before forcing his expression back into his usual stoic mask. Hades shook his head, sighing at his brothers antics, before placing his hand on top of theirs.

“Very well. One month.”

The three Kings nodded and soon fell back into their previous atmosphere with each other, unaware of your curious gaze watching them from a distance…

“Can’t do it, he says….” Zeus grumbled to himself as he walked down the shadowed halls of Olympus, the dwindling sounds of the party at his back. “Well, look at me, Hades! Going to bed early. On my own. Take that!”

There were a bevy of lovely, voluptuous nymphs literally calling his name in the fountains outside, but Zeus, King of the Gods, nobly resisted temptation. A veritable harem of handsome satyrs in the gardens, beckoning him to follow with hooded eyes and alluring voices but Zeus did not give in.

“I’ve heard mortals say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness.”

Zeus halted in place, his head swivelling around. You emerged from behind a column, draped in gold and silk, and Zeus swallowed thickly.

“I…am not mortal.” Zeus cleared his throat, forcing his back straight, trying to ignore how good you looked bathed in torchlight, the tempting flashes of skin between your silks as you moved towards him.

“Indeed you are not.” You purred, reaching up to trail your fingertips along his chest, humming deep in your chest as you openly admired his strong, muscular body.

Fates, he wanted to fuck you so badly—

Zeus opened his mouth to say something, but whatever it was fled his mind as you stepped back, letting your silks spill down your arms and hips, leaving you gloriously naked under his gaze.

“What are you waiting for?” You asked, wearing nothing but your smile and desire on your face.

Zeus had absolutely no idea.

He darted after you as you raced down the hall, your laughter in his ears, all thoughts of the challenge or proving himself to Hades washed from his mind as he sank into the delicious warmth of your embrace.

“Good morning, Poseidon.”

The King of the Seas could not guess how long you had been perched at the edge of his dining room table. Pearls draped across your neck and collarbones, falling down your chest and abdomen. They were all that covered you, and if Poseidon had been a lesser being, his gaze might have lingered.

He walked past you, heading for his usual spot at the other end of the table, awaiting for breakfast to be brought by his servants. You sighed dramatically, rolling your head back to follow him with your eyes. “Rude.”

Poseidon said nothing, sitting down and waiting patiently. You lay back on the table, naked body on shameless display, and Poseidon wasn’t staring.

He wasn’t.

“Perhaps it is for the best…” You mused loudly, playing with a string of pearls. “I would not want to overwhelm you. You would struggle keep up, I fear…”

Poseidon felt his eye twitch at the implication he was less than perfect at anything. You were goading him; it was transparently obvious. He would not fall for such a petty ploy—

“You are not as…experienced as your brothers, after all.”

The servants entered with breakfast. Poseidon shoved his chair back with a loud screech, and began marching down the length of the table towards you, a storm in his eyes. “Out.” He bellowed at his servants, who could not have fled any faster.

You smiled triumphantly as Poseidon seized your ankle, yanking you roughly across the table towards him, sliding between your thighs with purpose. “Oh, are you sure? I wouldn’t want—”

“They will hear you screaming on Olympus.” Poseidon growled, shoving you down against the table and climbing on, crashing down upon you with the force of a tidal wave.

Hades slammed you on top of his desk, yanking the loose fabric of your pants down your hips.

You moaned and arched in his grasp, tilting your head to give his hot, eager mouth better access to your throat. The sight made some primal roar deep in his belly and he tore impatiently at your undergarments, as your fingers tugged open his shirt and raked greedily down his long, toned chest.

“I should visit the Underworld more often.” You gasped, swinging your thigh across his hip as Hades rolled you onto the desk, sliding on top of you with a low groan. Ever since Zeus’s comments in the gardens he’d been unable to get you out of his mind, the idea of you in his bed, writhing with passion in his arms, bouncing with wanton lust on his cock—

“Perhaps you should.” Hades murmured against your skin, before his lips seized yours. He would fuck you on his desk, then move the bedchamber.

You were more than happy to go along with his wishes.

“Well.” Hades said after a few moments of silence. “I must admit, I am a little disappointed in us all.”

“I’m not.” Zeus said cheerfully, clapping Hades’s shoulder. “His ass was worth it.”

Poseidon said nothing, but Hades noticed he was avoiding his and Zeus’s eyes more than usual. A little embarrassment, perhaps?

You were unbearably smug, pacing the length of your bedchamber with a delighted grin. “Three Kings, all in a row…” You sighed dreamily, winking playfully at Hades. “Do not worry, you were all marvellous.”

Zeus practically preened, while Poseidon scoffed, as if to say well obviously. Hades simply sighed and shook his head. “I suppose in the end, you won our ill-advised gamble.”

“I suppose I did.” You smiled wickedly. “And what a reward it was. Well, rewards.”

Hades chuckled, while Zeus leaned over you, grinning playfully. “So….?” His hand snaked around your waist. “Who was best?”

Hades closed his eyes. “Zeus…”

“What? I’m just curious what he has to say.” He nudged you with a coy smirk. “You can say me, they won’t mind.”

Poseidon frowned at his brother, while you tapped your fingers against your cheek, eyeing them thoughtfully. “Oh…you know, I can’t decide.”

“What?” Poseidon spoke suddenly, looking insulted. Which made the room feel particularly unsafe.

“Oh, don’t pout, Poseidon, I am the most experienced…hey!” Zeus turned to you with a scandalised look, eyebrows flying into his hairline. “What are you saying? I did the thing, with the lightning—”

“Which was delicious, I assure you.” You patted Zeus’s cheek affectionately, looking suspiciously like a cat with cream. Hades watched you, feeling heat pool low in his belly. “But you all had…strong points. Is that not enough.”

“Absolutely not.” Poseidon waved his hand – the door suddenly slammed shut behind him, and he advanced on you with fire in his eyes. “Get on the bed.”

“Yeah!” Zeus slipped the strap of his toga off his shoulder, letting it fall to the ground, leaving him shamelessly naked as he started pulling at your clothes. “We’re not leaving until you pick one!”

You looked extremely pleased by this turn of events, and Hades was fairly certain he and his brothers had played directly into your clever hands. He moved between Zeus and Poseidon as though to stop them – instead, his hand grasped your shoulder, and he shoved you backwards onto the bed.

“I think its time he learned a little respect.” Hades slipped his shirt off, keeping his eyes directly on yours, a smile tugging at the edge of his mouth. “Don’t you agree, brothers?”

You crawled back up the bed, excitement flaring in your eyes. “I am eager to learn.”

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artemiszy · 1 month

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I read your Hades x Persephone reader story when the seasons changed, and I loved it. Is it okay to request a story about Poseidon and Amphitrite reader? If it's okay with you?

THE WRATH OF THE SEA | Poseidon X Reader

Poseidon x Amphitrite!Reader | Record of Ragnarok

"In which the fearsome sea god is furious, and perhaps a wife can give him some peace."

WARNING. poseidon being himself(a little shit). forced relationship. FEMALE READER

The waters, normally an extension of Poseidon's serene power, were now in constant turmoil. High, violent waves crashed against the shores, dragging away boats and leaving the skies covered in dark, threatening clouds. Fishermen were afraid to venture out to sea, and the usually peaceful sea creatures were restless, as if sensing the anger emanating from the depths.

Poseidon, the God of the Sea, rarely showed his emotions so openly, but in recent days, even the other gods had begun to realize that something was terribly wrong. Deep in the ocean, his palace of coral and precious stones was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere. Marine guardians and servants moved silently, fearful of disturbing their lord. Poseidon himself remained on his throne, his eyes fixed on a distant point, as if searching for something that even he could not define.

In the great hall of the Council of Valhalla, where the gods gathered to discuss the fate of the world, the tension was palpable. The thrones were occupied by the powerful deities, but there was a notable emptiness; Poseidon's place was unoccupied. He, who should have been present to discuss the matters affecting his domain, had isolated himself, absent both in body and spirit.

— "There is something wrong with the seas." — One of the gods began as the others murmured throughout the vast hall. — "Poseidon is not at peace, and his unrest is affecting our entire domain."

— "And what should we do?" — Another god questioned. — "We cannot allow the outburst of a single enraged god to cause irreparable damage."

— "Then let us send someone to confront him!" — Proposed another god with a determination that bordered on enthusiasm, perhaps a god of war, be it Ares or from another pantheon. — "Perhaps some powerful creature, a titan, or even an army of monsters or gods. That should calm him down."

Before another god could answer, two black ravens, Hugin and Munin, Odin's messengers, flew into the hall, landing on the arm of their master's throne. Odin, the father of all, tilted his head slightly, as if he were hearing a whisper that only he could understand, his wise eyes turned to Zeus.

Zeus, the king of the gods, held his hand up signaling for everyone to be silent, then the old-looking god put his hands behind his back and began to laugh a few short times.

— "Brute force will not solve this problem." — Zeus informed, in the center where his throne was. — "What my brother needs is something more... delicate. Poseidon has always been lonely, even among us. He needs someone who can bring balance, calm the chaos that is in his soul." — And then he announced it to everyone as if it were a simple and obvious solution. — "My brother must marry."

Zeus's suggestion hung in the air like a bolt of lightning about to strike. There was a murmur among the gods, who exchanged uncertain glances. The idea of Poseidon, the ruthless and secretive tyrant of the seas, marrying was almost inconceivable. However, the circumstances called for extraordinary measures, and everyone there knew it.

And who, among the many deities, nymphs, and other beings, would be capable of assuming such a role?

Odin, the wise father of all, who had remained silent until then, nodded slowly, his long beard swaying slightly.

— "Balance is the key to avoiding chaos." — Odin said, his deep voice filled with ancient wisdom, silencing everyone else with only his powerful aura. — "A marriage could provide that balance. But who would be capable of uniting with Poseidon?"

The question hung in the air, with no immediate answer. The gods knew that finding a wife for Poseidon would be no easy task. The choice should be made with caution, for this union was not merely a matter of love or desire, but a necessity to preserve the order of the seas.

— "Let me handle it." — Zeus waved one of his hands in a relaxed manner. — "I know my brother very well. We will calm the seas, and he will find the peace he so seeks."

The murmurs grew in volume, but no one openly disagreed with the suggestion, although they had their doubts. The idea of the merciless God of the Seas of the Greek pantheon who was capable of even terrorizing other deities, and marrying seemed like a distant idea.

Zeus turned his gaze to Poseidon's throne in the council of Valhalla, which, at all times, was empty. His brother was absent from the meeting, wrapped in his own internal storm. Zeus knew that to persuade Poseidon, it would take more than words or orders. It was a matter of making him realize that, without balance, even the most powerful could fall.

— "I will speak with him." — Zeus declared at last, banging the gavel. — "And with that, I declare the meeting closed."

In the heart of the ocean, far below the tumultuous surfaces where the storms raged, tranquility still reigned. It was there, in the depths, where the currents were gentle and the sunlight was only a distant whisper, that (Name) and her sisters, the Nereids, spent their days. (Name), the oldest and most beautiful of the sisters, was known for her kindness and grace, virtues that made her beloved among all the creatures of the sea.

On that particular day, the sea was rougher than usual, even in the depths where the Nereids usually gathered. However, (Name) and her sisters did not allow the tumult of the waters to interrupt their moment of fun. They were on a reef near the surface, where the currents brought a refreshing sensation, and the environment was perfect for their games.

— "(Name), look at that wave!" — Shouted one of the Nereids, laughing as she glided along the crest of a wave that was forming over the reef. — "It's taller than anything we've ever seen!"

(Name) smiled, her (e/c) shining with the light filtering through the water. She was about to answer when a distinct movement caught her attention. Two figures were approaching the reef, their imposing outlines quickly recognized by all the Nereids. It was Zeus, the king of the gods, accompanied by his older brother, Poseidon.

— "Look there..." — Murmured one of the Nereids, bowing slightly to them.

The Nereids, always respectful, moved away discreetly, leaving the way clear for the gods to approach. (Name), however, felt her heart accelerate unexpectedly. Poseidon, the god of the seas, was a figure that inspired fear. She only knew him from afar, from the stories told by the others, and from the austere presence he maintained over his domain. But now, he was there, in front of her, and his eyes seemed fixed on her in a way that made her stomach turn.

— "The sea is rough today, brother." — Zeus commented, his tone carrying a lightness that contrasted with the gravity of the situation. He cast a playful glance at Poseidon. — "But it seems you found something that caught your attention."

Poseidon, always austere and rigid in posture, gave Zeus a stern look, but did not respond immediately. His eyes, however, betrayed his interest. He observed (Name) with an intensity that he could not hide, even from himself. It was as if, in that moment, the rest of the world became irrelevant, and only (Name)'s graceful figure mattered.

— "She is... interesting." — Poseidon finally murmured, more to himself than to his brother.

Zeus let out a low laugh, noticing Poseidon's rare tone of voice, which almost seemed like a glimpse of vulnerability.

— "Different, yes. Maybe that's exactly what you need, brother." — Zeus said, with a mischievous smile on his lips behind his long white beard. — "Who knows, a wife to calm the seas?"

Poseidon looked at Zeus with sharp eyes, but did not argue. Instead, his thoughts began to fixate on the idea, something he had never considered before. Zeus's suggestion, although made with a playful tone, planted a seed in his mind.

Meanwhile, (Name), unaware of the conversations that were happening between the gods, went back to playing with her sisters, but the weight of Poseidon's gaze did not leave her mind. She tried to focus on the laughter and fun around her, but a part of her consciousness was alert, feeling that something was changing.

The days passed, but (Name)'s mind kept returning to that strange and silent encounter with the god of the seas. She tried not to think about it too much, but something inside her knew that that moment, that look, held more meaning than she could understand.

Until one night, when the waters were calmer and the sky shone with the starlight reflected on the surface, (Name) was alone, lost in thought. She had moved away from her sisters, seeking a moment of peace in a deeper corner of the ocean, where the currents were gentle and the rarefied light created an atmosphere of stillness.

It was in this moment of solitude that (Name) heard, in the distance, a whispered conversation that made her stop. Curious, she swam towards the source of the sound, hiding in the shadows so as not to be noticed. Her ears caught the voice of her father, Nereus, in discussion with figures she did not immediately recognize, but who seemed to exude an unfamiliar authority.

— "We will calm the seas when Poseidon is satisfied." — Said one of the voices, deep and emotionless. — "He needs a mate, someone who can calm his fury."

(Name) felt a chill run through her body. They were talking about Poseidon and his need for a wife, her mind began to connect the dots quickly, and a feeling of unease settled in her heart.

— "But who would be worthy of such a role?" — Nereus asked, with a worried tone.

Before the answer came, (Name) heard a whisper from her sisters, who were closer, but still out of sight hiding in some corner. They were talking among themselves, and the word "marriage" reached (Name)'s ears clearly, followed by her own name. She held her breath, her heart racing.

— "It can't be..." — She murmured to herself, backing away slowly, fear forming in her chest.

Without waiting for more, (Name) turned and swam as fast as she could away, the sound of her own heart drowning out any other thoughts. She didn't stop until she found a safe haven, away from the disturbing conversation, but her mind was in turmoil. Poseidon, the god of the seas, was being pressured to marry. And the looks he had given her, the whispered conversations, everything pointed to a single, terrible conclusion.

For days, (Name) tried to avoid thinking about the subject, but the idea that she might be considered for marriage to Poseidon was something she couldn't shake. She felt torn between duty and her own desire for freedom. However, before she could make any decision, her destiny caught up with her.

On a night when the full moon illuminated the waters with a pale glow, (Name) was alone, once again, near a coral reef. The environment, which would normally calm her, now seemed suffocating. She couldn't shake the thoughts of Poseidon, and what it could mean for her future.

Suddenly, the sea around her began to change, the waters, previously calm, began to swirl slowly, creating a growing whirlpool. (Name) felt a fear plant itself in her chest even before she saw the imposing figure of Poseidon emerge from the center of the current, his rigid posture and icy gaze made it clear that he was not there for trivial conversations.

— "(Name)." — His voice echoed like a raging ocean, filling around them, despite being in a calm tone. — "You will be my wife."

The statement was more of an order than a request, and Poseidon's intimidating aura made (Name)'s heart beat even faster. She instinctively backed away, fear taking over her senses.

— "I... can't..." — She shivered, trying to find words that wouldn't come. Poseidon's overwhelming presence made her feel small, insignificant.

Poseidon stepped forward, his face impassive but his eyes betraying the fury contained within him. He wasn't used to being challenged, and the idea that (Name) could refuse his proposal, or rather, his demand, seemed inconceivable to him.

— "You will be my wife." — He repeated, even more firmly, as if his will could bend reality around him.

(Name), in a panic, took one last look at the god of the seas before turning and fleeing. She swam with all her strength, her desperate movements creating a trail of bubbles behind her. Poseidon watched her escape, his eyes narrowing, and the sea around her began to churn violently, reflecting the storm brewing within her soul.

As (Name) disappeared into the darkness of the depths, Poseidon remained behind, his anger growing by the second. The seas began to roar in response.

(Name)’s escape was not just an act of desperation, but a catalyst that threw the ocean into even greater chaos. Her refusal and fear in the face of Poseidon had wounded the god’s pride, and he was not one to be challenged, least of all by someone he believed had a right to claim. While (Name) dove into the darkest depths of the ocean, seeking refuge in the vastness of the sea, Poseidon remained on the reef, his face a mask of coldness as anger bubbled within him.

The currents around the world began to go haywire, the tides became dangerously unpredictable, and the waves swept across lands with a fury that made even the gods fear the worst. In Valhalla, the Council met again, this time under much more serious circumstances.

The great hall was filled with worried murmurs. The gods were restless, aware that Poseidon's destructive power was not something that could be easily contained. Odin, sitting on his throne, watched the unfolding chaos with stern eyes. His ravens, Hugin and Munin, flew around the hall, their caws adding an even more ominous tone to the atmosphere.

— "The seas are out of control!"— Said one of the gods, his voice thick with concern. — "If this continues, there may be a catastrophe that not even we can foresee!"

Zeus, who sat on his throne in the center, remained neutral, but the way his nails scratched hard on the arms of his throne suggested that not even the king of the gods had been able to foresee this. He knew that Poseidon's wrath was as much a force of nature as a reflection of his brother's emotional state. And now, that wrath was being manifested in a way that threatened to become even more dangerous.

— "We cannot ignore this any longer." — Zeus said, his eyes darkening beneath his thick brows as he looked at the other assembled gods. — "We must find a solution, before it is too late."

Hugin landed on Odin's shoulder, his voice rough and full of knowledge.

— "Poseidon will not be appeased until he has what he desires!" — The raven said, his words echoing through the hall.

Munin, flying close behind, added in a somber tone. — "And what he desires, he believes is rightfully his!"

Odin nodded slowly, his thoughts immersed in possibilities and consequences. Poseidon's stubbornness was well known, and it was wise to recognize that forcing the god of the seas to bow to the will of the Council would not only be difficult, but potentially disastrous.

Zeus, on the other hand, was determined to resolve the situation once and for all. He knew there was only one thing that could calm his brother, the presence of (Name) by his side. But finding the Nereid, who had hidden herself in the depths, would be no easy task.

— “I will go and solve this myself.” — Zeus declared, his voice firm. — “If it is the Nereid that Poseidon desires, then we will bring her to him. But this must be done carefully. We cannot risk making the situation any worse.”

The other gods agreed. As the Council dispersed, Zeus’s thoughts were focused on one thing: finding (Name) before the sea became a destructive force beyond any control. He knew where to begin his search, for even the vast ocean could not hide its secrets from a god.

He remembered Doris, the mother of the Nereids, who had a strong bond with (Name) and knew all the secrets of the ocean. Doris was the only one who knew exactly where her daughter was hiding, and Zeus knew he could use that to his advantage.

At the bottom of the ocean, Doris was in her sea cave on the surface, worried about (Name)'s fate and the chaos that was ravaging the seas. She felt the weight of responsibility, knowing that her knowledge could either save or destroy.

It was at that moment that Zeus appeared, his imposing presence filling the narrow space of the cave, his eyes glowed yellow, but there was also a calculating coldness in his gaze.

— "Doris, I need your help." — Zeus said, his voice reverberating through the walls of the cave despite his calm tone.

Doris, although she respected the king of the gods, felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew he had not come here without a dark purpose.

— "What do you wish, Lord Zeus?" — She asked, her voice cautious.

— "You know where (Name) is hiding," — Zeus stated bluntly. — "And we need to bring her back to Poseidon before things get worse."

Doris was silent for a moment, her eyes falling to the ground. She knew that betraying her daughter's trust would mean losing her love forever, but she also knew that denying Zeus could have dire consequences.

— "I cannot force my own daughter into something she does not want..." — Doris finally answered. — "She fears Poseidon, and rightly so."

Zeus, unmoved, stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. — "I do not ask you to force her," — He said, his voice soft but filled with veiled threat. — "I ask you to convince her, to use your motherly love to bring her back willingly. Tell her whatever it takes to make her return."

Doris felt her heart sink, but she knew she had no choice. If she didn't act, the sea would continue to rage, and Poseidon's fury would not be contained, and Zeus didn't seem like the type to take "no" for an answer without terrible punishment.

With a resigned nod, she agreed. Zeus knew he had gotten what he wanted, and disappeared, leaving Doris alone with her thoughts and her difficult mission.

(Name), hidden in a cave at the bottom of the sea, felt the weight of the world on her shoulders. She could feel Poseidon's fury in the waters that surrounded her, and she knew she couldn't hide forever. But fear paralyzed her, the fear of being forced into a fate she had not chosen.

Alone and desperate, (Name) wondered if there was any way to escape her situation. But at the same time, a part of her knew that the sea, with all its vastness and secrets, was Poseidon's domain. And in his domain, no one could hide forever.

It was then that she heard a familiar voice, sweet and comforting, calling her from outside the cave.

— "(Name), it's me, your mother, Doris." — The voice called. — "I need to talk to you, my daughter."

(Name) hesitated for a moment, but then ran to the cave entrance, relieved to see her mother. She threw herself into Doris's arms, seeking comfort in the familiar warmth.

— "Mom, I'm so scared..." — (Name) confessed, her voice breaking. — "Poseidon... I can't go back to him."

Doris held her daughter's face, looking into her eyes with a mixture of love and pain. She knew what she needed to do, but that didn't make the task any easier.

— "I understand your fear, my dear." — Doris began softly. — "But what you don't know is that Poseidon's fury isn't just anger... it's pain. The sea is in chaos, and he needs you by his side to find some kind of peace."

(Name) shook her head, still hesitant. — "But he's going to force me to be his wife." — She whispered. — "I can't live like this."

Doris sighed, trying to hide the pain in her heart.

— "Poseidon promised he won't force you." — She said, lying softly. — "He just wants to talk to you, to understand what you want. If you don't want to stay, he'll let you go, but first, he needs you to restore the balance of the seas. Everthing depends on you, my daughter."

(Name), despite her doubts, began to give in. She wanted to believe her mother's words, in the love Doris had always shown her. If there was a chance to prevent the destruction of the world and restore peace, maybe she should at least try.

— "Okay... Mom." (Name) said reluctantly. — "I'll go with you, but only to talk to him. If he tries to force me, I'll run away again."

Doris smiled, though her heart was heavy. — "I'll be by your side, don't worry. Everything will be fine."

Upon returning to Poseidon's kingdom, (Name) was immediately greeted by the tyrant of the seas. His eyes were filled with a mix of desire and fury, despite his neutral expression.

— "(Name)." — Poseidon said, his voice deep. — "Finally, you've come back to me."

(Name) stood her ground, trying to remember her mother's words. — "I have returned, Poseidon, but only to talk. Do not force me to do anything, or I will leave again."

Poseidon smiled, a smile that did not reach his eyes. — "We will talk, my dear."

He promised, but (Name) could feel the weight of his will, the power he exerted over the ocean and over her. As Doris watched, she knew she had thrown her daughter into the clutches of the sea monster, but she also knew there was no other choice. The world was at stake, and sometimes, even a mother's love had to be sacrificed for the greater good.

And so, (Name)'s fate was in Poseidon's hands, and the future of the seas was uncertain as never before.

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