WHO: Medusa & Poseidon WHEN: Ancient Greece WHAT: Medusa willing gets it on with Poseidon and faces the consequences. WARNINGS: tba?
He'd been so insistent, so powerful, so attractive, and Medusa - still such a young and unknowing girl - couldn't help the way she felt even if she was supposed to be devoted to her goddess. Poseidon intoxicated her.
So she let Poseidon seduce her as he was intent upon and each day with him made her more bold, made her into a woman and not a child. With Poseidon Medusa learned more of herself than Athena had taught her.
And when he came to her in her Lady's temple, when his lips brushed her neck, Medusa couldn't help but fallen to his (and her) desires completely. Together they defiled that Temple of Athena and the goddess watched on in rage.
Medusa had been an idiot to think that Poseidon's affections would somehow protect her from what came next. She knew that Athena would punish her but when she began to turn into the monster she cried out, those famed locks turning to writhing serpents that fought and hissed at each other and bit at Medusa's cheeks to make her bleed.
It was to the home of her parents that she ran, looking for comfort. They were her first victims and their terrified expressions upon seeing the thing that had been their daughter became frozen forever in stone. It didn't matter where she went or who she looked at, all of them turned to statues even as she sobbed for it to stop.
There was no where else for Medusa to go but back to the beach where she'd first met the Sea King. She dropped onto the sand as the waves rolled gently over her dress, and she pounded her fists against the wet sand and screamed his name, her eyes cast down for the safety of all.
Her beauty had been diminished under Athena's hate. Poseidon had done nothing to stop her, letting the goddess carry out her order. He'd gotten as he'd wanted, but now there was nothing to be done with the gorgon. Her skin no longer soft to the touch, eyes large, hair a nest of poisonous snakes, she was to be doomed to a life of exile for her willful desires.
She was useless to him now like this, he would turn his back while she lived with the sins of them both. As a god he held the power to take as he wished and move forward.
Even as he saw her there curled at the bed of his sandy shore, the water lapping against her, his stone heart would give her no sympathy.
One glance could turn a man to stone they said.
He walked past her not once offering a consoling hand, but keeping his eyes away. His upper lip curled in mild disgust. It was a shame really.
"You shouldn't be here," he answered under that dark cloaked voice.
"Look what she's done to me," Medusa hissed, unable to keep that fury and agony from her voice, unable to look at him though she desperately wanted to. "Please, what can I do? She's... she- I am a monster!"
Those snakes hissed back at him, grinning madly waiting for him to extend a hand so they could snap back. She looked like an old woman now, her skin tough like leather, nothing like the sunkissed white that slid under his hands, smooth and inviting. Her teeth was said to be like boars tusks, not the dainty smile of a gorgeous girl who's bite against his skin brought a wave of pleasure. Her hands were cracked, everything else of her that he had plundered and explored fiercely, tasted, was bruised and not appetizing at all. What did she expect?
"I can't do anything," he done more than taken her in that temple, he'd done it on purpose, to lash out at Athena. He'd wanted to piss the goddess off. "Unless you want a sculpture garden in your backyard, leave." his voice was heavy, harsh and not relenting at all. He wasn't about to go back and reverse what Athena had done. Medusa was just another victim in his line of conquests.
"You," Medusa whispered to the sand. Anger filled her now that she'd changed, fury at what had been done to her, at how Poseidon was treating her now that he'd had all he wanted.
She was a monster. No, she was his monster and he would taste her betrayal. "You," she hissed again and stood, raising her head to glare at him. She didn't know if that horrible gaze would turn him to stone but she wanted it to. She wanted the Sea King to feel the blood freeze in his veins. "You did this to me!"
God or not he didn't know what her destructive gaze could do. He only saw those dark eyes for a moment, and yet that veil of sea water over his own acted as a wall. He laughed turning his back and walking against the sandy shore. He couldn't stand the sight of her.
"Its a shame really, I liked you." Her gaze bore a hole in the back of his head, and it was as if he could feel slimy, scaly skin crawling over him.
"Kill me now," Medusa told him, still glaring, still forcing all her hate towards him. The snakes that until now had attacked and fought her had stopped, turning their hissing attention towards the god. The things that had become part of her fed upon her hate, made it stronger, encouraged a monster that never could have come itself from such a pure-hearted girl.
"Kill me or I'll be the face you see one day killing you!" She would do it too. She would cross those oceans of his just to see him suffer.
And her own death? What was there to fear in that? Let him destroy her, because this life was no life at all. She'd murdered her own parents.
He laughed even harder at that, not believing for a minute she'd be able to kill him. He sensed her hate and he himself fed off of it.
"No," he said coldly. Part of him may still had some attachment to the girl even if she was hideous to look at. He was a vengeful god and any threat made on him, was cause for suffering.
"You came to me, you willingly spread those legs where I chose, so, no I'm not going to let you blame me. That's absurd," he turned his voice now like that of the ocean crashing against a wall of rock, "you don't get the right to threaten me."
Medusa's lips (once so delicate but now rough and pulled down by boar's teeth) curled up slowly into a rough and dangerous smile. "I make no threat I will not keep," she promised him, and then raised her voice so that it could be heard by those below, not that they could miss it when that name was invoked: "upon Styx I swear that I will bring to you suffering beyond anything. Upon Styx I swear to rip away anything you ever hold dear."
His teeth bared, lip curling upward In distaste, a growl formed deep within. "Clever little bitch aren't you? Think you can curse me. Me, Poseidon?" For her poisonous tongue he'd cast her away himself, lock her on her own island where she'd have no one but herself to keep company for centuries to come.
"You whore," he spat nasty. Any affection he'd had was lost to his own bitter tongue. "Be gone with you, alone and exiled until you rot to old age." he snorted with a nasty sneer.