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When Athena comes requesting aid for Brother Hades’ only son, Poseidon brings forth the tempest.
He loves the sea, the way it can morph from gently lapping waves, perfect for a swim by the beach with someone you love, to the coursing waters that takes a ship ten thousand leagues across the sea, to what he calls down now.
The wild tempest, a storm powerful enough to match any thunder that Brother Zeus has to offer, no matter how much he likes to talk about his strength.
He doesn’t mean to call it up, most of the time. In fact, sometimes it’s all of those kids of his, getting into arguments and pushing about their patches of the oceans, their battles fought with currents that have rather unfortunate consequences, at times. Sometimes mortals get caught in the crossfire, but Poseidon figures that they took that risk by venturing out onto the seas.
Of course, there are the times when someone deals him a slight. That Odysseus, of course, the one who blinded his son in such a feat of trickery, Poseidon took full revenge on, summoning the greatest waves he was capable of, shaking the earth until those rocks fell down upon the traitors’ heads. Poseidon still damns him for making it away with his life.
But Little Hades will not fail this time, not with the waves on his side. The waves, the greatest offense he has, for no enemy could stop a thousand gallons of water slamming right into them. No enemy could withstand the force pushing them back, back, back, until they wreck against traps and walls, like ships wrecked against the jagged rocks already carved by the ocean’s fury. Poseidon remembers when those rocks were mounds, perfectly risen from the crust by Lady Gaia herself. It thrills him to see them carved up by all the powers of his domain.
And he’s sure that Little Hades will enjoy the waves just as much as he does!