Partially clothed in his white chiton, Zeus leaned against the feast table. He was having a pleasant chat with the other Gods, goblet in hand. The strong and sturdy Poseidon stood in the corner of the palace with his trident, intent on avoiding Zeus’ gaze. Smiling, Zeus discarded the goblet in his hand and beckoned for his brother.
“Pick one. You deserve it.”
Five readied thunderbolts prepared by Zeus were placed in front of Poseidon, who raised his trident and slashed at them. One of the thunderbolts glowed before flying straight through boundary of the Heaven into the realm of men. Zeus and Poseidon looked on, observing its trajectory. The thunderbolt flashed through the skies of the mortal realm. It began hovering over the land as if indecisive in its destination before eventually firing out into the ocean. Only when the Gods watched the waves surge tumultuously did Zeus took back the rest thunderbolts.
“This is the God of the Sea. He shall proceed to the realm of men on my behalf to enforce my decree,” Zeus announced.
There was no happiness on Poseidon’s face. Zeus pulled Poseidon into the seat next to him and placed a gilded wreath on his head. The Gods cheered and applauded, yet they ridiculed at Poseidon once they turned their back at him.
“I have promised mother that I will definitely grant you your own territory, brother.” Zeus whispered into Poseidon’s ear as he approached him.
“You can stop pretending, Zeus.”
“Please don’t say that, my dear brother. It’s better if you could stay in the realm of men, for all our sakes.”
With that said, Poseidon fell to the realm of men following the path of the lightning, and heavily into the ocean. His legs were fragmented by the fall and from the wound grew limbs in the shape of tentacles. The limbs chaotically jumbled with each other, their entanglement embodying Poseidon’s desire for power and resentment.