Reincarnated As Poseidon

The Leviathan loomed above the ocean, its mass blotting out the sun. Waves surged beneath it, crashing against one another like titans locked in battle. The sky darkened, as if the heavens themselves feared what had risen from the Trench of Thalorenn.

Poseidon hovered mid-air, eyes locked on the creature's glowing gaze. Behind him, Aegirion floated with his trident ready, the tension in his muscles visible even beneath his sea-forged armor.

The silence between them was deafening.

Then, with a thunderous groan, the Leviathan's maw opened, revealing row after row of jagged teeth, each as tall as a warship.

"Is it challenging me?" Poseidon muttered.

Aegirion's grip tightened. "No. It's testing you."

Poseidon raised his trident.

The waters answered.

A massive tidal wave formed behind him, spiraling upward in defiance of gravity, as though Poseidon himself commanded the laws of nature. The Leviathan's head reared back, the sea quaking from the sheer motion.

Then it struck.

The Leviathan's tentacle lashed forward like a battering ram, aiming for Poseidon with terrifying speed. But he didn't flinch. Instead, with a flick of his trident, the water around him solidified, forming a shimmering shield of liquid energy.

The tentacle hit with the force of a meteor.

The shield held—for a moment—before it cracked and shattered like glass. Poseidon was flung back, crashing through a wave and plunging deep into the ocean below.

"Poseidon!" Aegirion called, rushing after him.

But before he could reach the water's surface, Poseidon rose again, riding the wave he'd just been crushed into. His eyes now glowed brighter than before—calm, not angry.

"This beast… it doesn't want to kill me," Poseidon said aloud, as if realizing something for the first time. "It wants to see what I am."

Aegirion hovered beside him, panting from the tension. "What are you?"

Poseidon's gaze remained fixed on the Leviathan.

"Let's find out."

He charged.

With a roar, Poseidon launched toward the Leviathan, water swirling around him in spiraling columns. The Leviathan struck again, another tentacle surging forward—but this time, Poseidon spun mid-air, driving his trident into the tentacle's flesh.

Water and blood exploded outward.

The beast shrieked, pulling back, but Poseidon didn't relent.

In one fluid motion, he leapt from the water's surface and landed directly on the Leviathan's massive head.

Time seemed to freeze.

Poseidon plunged his trident into the Leviathan's skull—not deep, not to kill—but to connect.

A surge of energy exploded from the contact.

Poseidon's mind was pulled into a void—an endless, crushing pressure of darkness, sound, and water.

A memory.

Not his.

The Leviathan's.

Poseidon saw visions. Battles from before time. Thalorin, once revered by sea beasts, had chained the Leviathan, fearing its potential. He had sealed it in the trench, not out of mercy—but because it refused to submit.

Now, it remembered Poseidon—not as Thalorin, but as something new.

And it chose.

Poseidon's eyes snapped open.

The Leviathan shuddered beneath him, then bowed its massive head into the ocean, submerging part of its form in a gesture of allegiance.

Aegirion stared in disbelief. "You tamed it."

Poseidon rose, standing on the beast's head, the ocean calm beneath him.

"No," he said. "We understand each other now."

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Meanwhile… Olympus.

Zephyros watched the vision pool as the Leviathan bowed.

The chamber erupted into chaos.

"He's commanding the Leviathan!" Pyraxxus shouted. "This is war!"

Athena slammed her staff into the ground. "He didn't force it. Look closely—it chose him."

"That's worse," Seraphin snapped. "If the sea obeys him, we no longer have control over a third of the world!"

Zephyros stepped forward. "Silence."

The gods obeyed.

He turned to Eshkar, voice low. "Summon the Celestial Arsenal. We end this before he ascends further."

Athena's eyes narrowed. "And if he's not the enemy?"

Zephyros didn't answer.

Because in his heart, he already feared the truth.

Poseidon wasn't the enemy.

He was the future.

And that terrified them.

The Leviathan vanished beneath the waves, its enormous form sliding silently into the depths, leaving behind only ripples in the once-thrashing sea. On the surface, Poseidon stood still atop a pillar of rising water, the Trident of Thalorin glowing in his hand like a shard of the sea itself. He was soaked, breath steady, eyes closed.

Aegirion hovered nearby, silent. He watched Poseidon like one might watch a storm—beautiful, powerful, but unpredictable.

"You're thinking about Olympus," Aegirion said at last.

Poseidon opened his eyes slowly. "They're afraid."

"Can you blame them?" Aegirion asked. "You've awakened a beast they sealed away at the dawn of time. Now it serves you."

"I didn't ask for its allegiance," Poseidon said, his voice calm but cold. "But the sea chose. I am no longer just Dominic. I am not Thalorin. I am something they can't understand."

Aegirion floated closer. "And what now?"

Poseidon turned his gaze eastward, where the tides parted for him, revealing a hidden path across the sea. Far beyond, beneath the ocean's crust, lay the Throne of Tides—a relic from before Olympus, where the true ruler of the sea would rise.

"I claim my seat," Poseidon said simply.

---

Far below… beneath the shifting ocean crust…

The Throne of Tides sat in darkness, untouched for millennia. Carved from obsidian coral and shimmering with bioluminescent veins, it radiated a silent authority. Statues of forgotten gods circled the chamber—some broken, some eroded—but all bowed toward the center.

As Poseidon approached through a tunnel of swirling water, he felt it.

Power.

Not the violent power of storms or the ancient fury of the sea—but sovereignty. The ocean itself recognized him.

A whisper rose from the throne chamber.

"Return…"

Poseidon stepped forward. Aegirion hesitated at the threshold, feeling the pressure, the raw divinity that no mortal could endure.

Poseidon walked alone to the throne.

Every step echoed, though no surface lay beneath him—only water, hardened by his will. The Trident pulsed in his hand.

He stopped before the throne, gaze steady.

The sea called.

And he answered.

As he sat upon the Throne of Tides, a surge of energy blasted outward, shaking the ocean floor. Above, the tides shifted. Currents across the world obeyed a new rhythm. The creatures of the deep—from the smallest fish to the greatest leviathans—bowed in silence.

Poseidon had ascended.

He wasn't just of the sea.

He was the sea.

---

Meanwhile… Olympus.

The gods gathered in the Celestial Arsenal, a realm beyond realms, where weapons of divine might were stored—each forged from starlight, chaos, and forgotten magic.

Zephyros stood at the heart of it, his hand resting on a massive spear, Aetherfang—a weapon used once, long ago, to slay a rogue titan.

"We strike now," he said. "While his power is fresh. Before the sea fully merges with him."

Athena's voice was low. "He sat the throne, didn't he?"

Eshkar nodded. "The balance is already shifting."

Seraphin lit her flames, uneasy. "If we attack and fail… we doom Olympus."

Zephyros lifted Aetherfang. "If we wait, we will not even have the choice."

Athena stepped forward. "I will speak with him."

"No," Zephyros said sharply. "Words won't stop the tide."

Eshkar whispered from the shadows. "Then may the gods forgive us. For we go to war with the sea."

The ocean trembled.

From every horizon, the sea churned unnaturally, not by nature's will—but by force. Poseidon sat upon the Throne of Tides, calm yet watchful, sensing the disturbance ripple through the currents.

"They come," he said.

Aegirion stood beside him, the tension in his stance betraying his unease. "Zephyros?"

"Yes. And more. They bring the Celestial Arsenal," Poseidon replied, rising slowly. His trident glowed brighter than ever before, humming with ancient resonance. "The gods intend to kill the sea to stop me."

Aegirion hesitated. "Poseidon… Dominic… I still don't know what to call you."

Poseidon glanced at him. "Call me what I am. Poseidon. The boy is gone. I carry his memory, but I walk a different path now."

The ocean above grew darker.

From the far sky, light spears began to descend—blazing divine javelins piercing through the sea like comets. Each impact exploded with searing brilliance, vaporizing water and sending shockwaves through the deep.

Poseidon raised his hand.

A massive wave surged upward, swallowing the javelins before they could strike the throne. The ocean obeyed without hesitation.

From the depths, his voice echoed: "You dare bring war to the sea? Then drown in its fury."

---

Above the sea—Sky of Olympus

Zephyros hovered mid-air, Aetherfang in his grip, surrounded by a host of divine warriors—seraphim, elementals, and storm-forged avatars. Athena flew beside him, her armor glinting, eyes scanning the horizon.

"He's answering our call," Athena murmured.

"Good," Zephyros growled. "Let him come."

They descended.

---

Beneath the waves—Throne of Tides

Poseidon stepped from the throne, power thrumming in his veins. The sea parted before him, revealing an ascending tunnel of water—a path to the surface.

Aegirion followed, unsure. "You're going to them?"

Poseidon's gaze was unwavering. "No. I'm going to remind them what the sea truly is."

With a surge, Poseidon launched upward, cutting through the depths like a spear of water. The ocean twisted in his wake, forming a rising vortex that swallowed the sky.

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Surface Battle—Sky Meets Sea

Zephyros was the first to strike.

Aetherfang gleamed with godly power, and he hurled it with all the force of Olympus. The spear raced through the stormy sky—but before it could reach its target, a wall of water rose like a monolith, blocking it.

Poseidon emerged, floating atop the maelstrom, trident in hand.

Lightning danced around him. "Zephyros. You've crossed a line."

Zephyros summoned Aetherfang back to his hand. "You crossed it first when you claimed the Throne of Tides."

"I claimed what the gods abandoned," Poseidon snapped.

Seraphin flared to his side, launching waves of divine fire—but the flames hissed out the moment they touched Poseidon's aura.

Athena raised her voice, sharp and clear. "Poseidon—Dominic—stand down. There's still time to end this."

Poseidon's gaze hardened. "You want to end me, not the war."

Without warning, he hurled his trident.

The sky exploded.

A tidal shockwave surged outward, knocking back the divine host. The sea rose like walls on either side of the battlefield, towering over Olympus' forces.

Poseidon stood at their center—no longer just a god, but the ocean itself.

"Leave now," he commanded, voice like thunder. "Or be unmade."