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Who: Poseidon and Perseus
What: Poseidon seeks out his hated brother's son for his infidelities with his wife.
When: Saturday night, June 4, 2011
Where: Perseus' home
Warnings: Fights, blood, language, and a very pissed off Poseidon. Hold on it's going to be a nasty ride.

Perseus.

The name was bitter to his mind as he stalked toward the demi-god's home. Tracking Zeus' son was almost too easy, the most delicious part was getting to break him in half. In Poseidon's mind the boy's hands on his wife was as vile as Zeus himself. She was happy, he couldn't have that even after making the valiant effort to see her again. Poseidon was a possessive and jealous god, like any of his brothers and sisters. No amount of hopeful words from Amphitrite would tear him away from clamping his hands down on Perseus' neck.

No one touched Amphitrite, whether she willed it or not. Eros' wily love spell had wrung a mess into his marriage, giving Amphitrite the taste of the life she deserved. Poseidon wanted nothing more than to ruin that image. She was still his wife, his Queen. She belonged by no other man's side. Without her there he was a far more bitter man, cold and ruthless. If she slipped through his fingers because of his own hand he was lost to that dark void of anger and frustration. Never could even she pull him from it if he was denied her again.

Denied once. Denied twice. Again and again. It was a cycle Demeter had roped him through. A cycle that turned Poseidon into a obsessed maniac that took whatever he wanted. The hardest part was Amphitrite truly held him in her delicate fingers, and for her happiness he was miserable.

Someone needed to bleed.

He came to Perseus' door, the floorboards of his apartment trembling under Poseidon's feet as he approached. The god wouldn't even need knock.

Perseus had been reading the newspaper as he tried his best to keep up with the goings on of the world around him. When he heard the god coming from down the hall, Perseus threw the paper to the table and he jumped to his feet, facing the door. He could feel another immortal on the other side and considering the raging sound of the approaching footsteps, it didn't take a genius to figure out it was Poseidon.

Perseus had known this was coming. From the moment Amphitrite had mentioned his name, Perseus knew Poseidon would come for him. He was as ready as he could be, eyes on the door, muscles twitching, weapons hidden.

There was an almost amused smirk perched on his lips as he slammed the door open, knuckles white as his fist hit against the frame.

He had a jesting look in his eye, but there was something creepy about it as that grin turned to a sneer. The demi-god showed no fear, which meant he could at least enjoy toying with this one.

"I think you know why I'm here," he spat with a tilted head arms crossed over his chest. "Don't worry, I won't even give you a chance to run." His lips thinned into a tight line.

Perseus held his head high in the wake of Poseidon's entrance. He was scared, yes, but he wasn't going to show it. The worst Poseidon could do was kill him and send him to Elysium for a little while. Perseus would rather take that than show his uncle he was afraid.

"I don't run," Perseus growled.

"Oh," he said mockingly, "so you do like a fight," he grinned wide shutting the door behind him, the ground beneath them shaking again at his movements.

"Good, I'll like making you squeal."

His tall figure stalked across, grabbing Perseus by the neck and clamping tightly. "Did you enjoy my wife?" he seethed.

Perseus reached up, grabbing at Poseidon's hands and trying to claw them away from his neck with one hand. He was slammed backwards into a wall and even as he was choking, he reached into his jeans pocket for his small knife. "It was...Eros!" Perseus choked, and then he flicked out the knife and slashed at Poseidon's hand so he could get free.

Poseidon tightened his grip, his opposite hand grabbing the wrist Perseus held his knife. "Is this what the son of Zeus has for me?" he laughed. "Come on," he taunted stepping back and releasing his hands from Perseus, "let's see what you got." Poseidon's eagerness bordered madness.

"And yet you still have contact with her. Enough," he started to roll up his shirt sleeves, "to piss me off." Poseidon's misplaced anger diverted from the real problem that he couldn't have enough---that something was encroaching on what he wanted.

His arm lashed out again, fingers gripping Perseus' neck again, fingers digging into his throat. "You're a favorite aren't you?" his words just tight breaths behind clenched teeth. He threw Persus to to floor.

"You didnt answer my question. How was she?" He wanted to hear him say it so he could rip his throat out.

Perseus stared up at his uncle from the floor, his battered and bruised body rolling to the side. "I will not insult her in such a way," Perseus hissed, cradling his arm to his chest. He had slammed it into the ground and the pain was intense. "I will not answer."

Who was this guy, really, acting noble and fierce. Poseidon didn't like it. He wanted to crack his pretty face and drain his blood from his body. Poseidon kicked his arm away, crushing his hand into the floor with his boot and gripping his shirt at the collar.

"Tell me!" he yelled in a deep gravly voice, crushing an elbow into his ribs, cracking them with the blow. Poseidon would make this slow and painful, just like how it felt inside his own dark heart.

"You should have never touched her," he crushed Perseus' other hand. Poseidon's voice was cracked, but his anger still strong. "You really shouldn't," he yelled letting the ground tremble dragging Perseus by his leg across the room.

"I'll make this slow and painful."

Perseus cried out as the god crushed his bones and dragged him across his apartment. He had faced dangerous creatures before, but nothing like the rage of Poseidon, fighting for his wife.

His body trembled and shuddered as anguish overwhelmed him, and still Perseus refused to answer. "I won't say a word," he hissed at his uncle. "You shouldn't treat her like garbage." He spat the words at Poseidon, knowing they would incite the god's wrath.

"You don't know my wife!" Poseidon roared dropping Perseus and slamming a fist into the hero's face. "You don't know anything about how I treat her!" A dangerous finger was pointed, his voice wavering. Amphitrite held a strange power over him, that was evident.

He lowered down to Perseus' level, knee crushing into his arm. "You had her," a thought that drilled into Poseidon's mind like an infection. "Touched her," his face just centimeters from Perseus' bloody face. There was an obsession in Poseidon's voice, a jealousy that could match that of Hera. "Stop your heroic spill, it's almost pathetic coming from a son of Zeus."

Perseus gritted his teeth hard enough to break as Poseidon continued his torture. His arm was crushing under the weight of the god, but he still managed to choke out, "still...more heroic...than you."

Poseidon growled picking up the knife the man had attempted to use in his defense. He railed it down his collarbone, threatening with it's sharp point to gouge into his throat. "I'll cut your fucking tongue out before I do anything else," his hand choking against his jaw forcing his mouth open.

"What's the fun in being a hero when being bad is so much fun." the was a chilling glint in his eye. "I'll watch your blood pour out of your body before you can utter another word."

Perseus stared at Poseidon in horror, glaring up at the god who ha a knife to his throat. He said nothing more, because how did one answer that? His entire body was on fire from the things Poseidon had put him through.

From the distance, a siren broke the silence, and Perseus smiled even though the choke hold. "My neighbors. Called police," he said wryly. Bless them. "Wouldn't be...good for business. To get caught. Would it?"

There was an angry rumble below, cracks forming against the wall from the pressure. He slid that knife down Perseus throat before angling it and still leaving him with a parting gift on the side of his face.

He stood, pocketing the knife into his belt and breaking one of Perseus' legs for good measure. He tapped him on the side of the cheek that hadn't been marred. "This was fun, a shame you have such dutiful neighbors. I should have liked to watch you crawl a little more."

"Stay away from Amphitrite," he added straightening his shirt and rolling the sleeves down and out the door to slide down a fire escape. Whatever cops were around would feel the pavement crack under their feet stirring them away from the vengeful god.