Yancy Academy trembles under the thunderstorm's intensity.
Gusts of winds howl, prowling the grounds like a pack of hungry wolves, teeths bared into a snarl and growling. With the force of an enraged man attempting to break in, a torrent of rain beats against the windows and doors, seeping into the grooves and crawling in through the cracks. Strong currents of lightning fork in every direction, taking out tree after tree, splitting the ground with a nasty BOOM! Thunder triumphantly roars soon after, relishing in the cracks beginning to form.
Zeus slowly stalks towards Adrestia, his steely gaze locked on her sleeping form; his fingers twitch, the urge to reach for something that was not there growing. He leans over the bed, the mattress dipping under the weight of his hand. The Sky God studies Adrestia's face, noting the similarities she shared with Poseidon. He scowled. She's practically a female version of him, Zeus brooded, lifting a strand of her messy hair and rubbing it between two fingers.
Adrestia's lips part slightly, saliva sliding down her chin. Despite the disgusting display, Zeus wasn't too focused on that. The blanket was the cheap kind, flimsy and thin. It did nothing to hide her figure. He saw everything. Her arms were muscular, yet not overly so, her fingers slender enough to make her an excellent musician; or swordfighter. Her chest was well-formed, her stomach taut and toned without an ounce of fat, and Zeus was willing to bet she had strong, powerful legs.
He lifted a brow, a familiar mixture of interest and desire settling in his electric-blue eyes.
His hand splayed out on her shoulder, the tan skin soft and smooth beneath his fingertips. Zeus hooks a finger on her bra strap, tugging at it, smirking at how easy it'd be to rip it off. He's not going to do it though, wanting his fun to last. Over the centuries, Zeus learned firsthand patience was a virtue and how satisfying the payout is. His hand travels higher, his touch light as he caresses her, his thumb running across her plump, pink lips.
Steadily, raising the blanket just a little, he pulls it down, holding his breath as more and more of her underwear clad form is revealed to him.
A little ways past the school, where the road connects to the forest's edge, laid a veneer-clear lake. It spread across three acres, ferns swaying and generations of sea creatures going about their day. Normally, it was calm and quiet, but tonight the surface ripples so violently, the sea creatures scatter. They could sense what was coming, could feel the water's temperature reach boiling, and knew if they wanted to live, they had to stay out of his way.
Droplets of water pile up at the window, anxiously squeezing through whatever cracks it could find. At first, he wanted to enter quietly to avoid waking up Adrestia, but once Zeus's hands navigated places they shouldn't, all gentleness left Poseidon.
With one punch, the window shatters into a million pieces.
In an instant, the Sea God is on him, protective fury swirling in his eyes. He grabs Zeus by the collar and slams him onto the ground, knocking the air out of his lungs. Poseidon kneels on his chest, cracking his ribs on the way down, hands flying to his throat. The death glare Zeus gave him would've been enough to make anyone rethink their decision, but this was Poseidon. His paternal instincts were on overdrive, locking away every bit of sanity and reason, and using the memory of his daughter being violated to justify his actions.
Putting every bit of his strength into it, Poseidon squeezed. Zeus's eyes widened, shocked by his audacity. "What are you doing, you idiot!" he growls, his voice strangled, trying to remove Poseidon's hands. "Get off me!"
The Sea God's eyes are cold as he shushes him, his voice low. "You'll wake Adrestia with all that noise."
He presses his thumbs into his throat, silencing the younger god.
It is now that Zeus realizes just how pissed off his older brother is. He's going to die. Temporarily, but death is death.
The King of the Gods flailed. His legs kicked, hips lifting in an attempt to knock Poseidon off while his hands desperately searched for anything in reach. There was nothing. Damn kids! He cursed, his mind a flurry of emotions. What demigod doesn't have weapons?
Gasps, feet scraping against carpet, and the occasional cracking of ribs broke the tense silence, less air entering Zeus's lungs; his heart pounds in his ears, and he felt dizzy.
Panic set in.
With whatever strength he had left, Zeus reaches towards Poseidon, scratching relentlessly. Terror flickers in his eyes, and Poseidon smirks, sadistic glee flashing in his. He raises his head slightly, a wince passing through his clenched teeth as Zeus nicks his neck; adrenaline fueled rage dulled the pain.
Zeus's movements still. As his hands fall, eyes glazed over, Poseidon leans down and growls, promising, "Touch her again, and I'll make sure your blood never flows freely until you die."
In seconds, the King of the Gods dissipates into golden dust and vanishes.
Poseidon glared at the spot for a few moments before standing up, wiping his hands together in swift, sweeping motions, and pivoting on his heels, facing his daughter. Her body had curled up from the lack of warmth, goosebumps forming on her skin from the cold wafting from the window. Hurriedly, Poseidon grabs the blanket and covers her, grumbling over the thin fabric. His eyes soften. He'll never forget the day he first laid eyes on her.
It was nighttime, and he waited for his eyes to adjust. Poseidon vividly remembers the creaky floorboards because of the overwhelming silence and he feared he'd wake her up. He vaguely remembers what the nursery looked like, but if you asked him, he'd say it would be what you expected a single mother to buy on a tight budget. The thing he remembers the most – and the first thing he'll recall – is Adrestia nestled in her crib, a pacifier in her mouth. She was two or three days old; he doesn't remember the exact day he visited her, just that it was soon after she was born. The moment she opened her eyes, cooing and yawning, stretching her small body and rubbing her eyes with curled fists, was something he'd treasure forever. It was such an adorable sight. Poseidon couldn't resist picking her up. Then, when she nuzzled against his chest, he thought he'd cause a mini flood.
With a tender smile, Poseidon gently lays his palm on her forehead, his finger brushing away a stray strand of hair. Despite her being a grown woman, all he can see her as is that newborn he held years ago.
Oh, how he wished Sally would've taken his offer to live underwater.
As the clouds part and the moon's rays filter through the trees, something red glitters in the corner of Poseidon's eyes. They dart down, briefly taking in the skull, before returning to his daughter's face. Only a few seconds had passed between noticing the skull and caressing Adrestia's cheek with paternal affection when terror arose, sending shivers down his spine.
Another look, and he knew where that skull came from.
And knew who gave it to her.
Without a second thought, Poseidon snatches the pendant and chucks it out the window. He doesn't know where it lands, and he doesn't care. The only thing that matters is that his daughter is safe.
"I don't know how you found out, Hades," the Sea God murmurs. "But I won't let you touch her. I will do whatever it takes to protect her from you. You, and our pervert of a brother."
With his promise sealed, Poseidon leaves, unaware of the perils his daughter will face because of his rash actions.