Who: Persephone and Poseidon can be open to Hades!? What: Torture in the Underworld When: er...a time Where: Underworld Warnings: Underworld torture. Also if I suddenly stop it is because I ran out of ideas and have no more clue how to torture someone in the Underworld...
The rules were different here.
Persephone was the Iron Queen, and as such she had the power here in the Underworld, to bend some things to her will. Her uncle had been sent to her by her father and Persephone had no intention of letting Poseidon skate through his time here. Oh no.
The sun was beating down on them, achingly hot. Poseidon lay in the sand, bound, just out of reach of the cooling ocean as it swelled and receded. And no matter how hard he tried to call it to himself to soothe his burning skin, the water wouldn't obey. "Your powers are meaningless," Persephone informed him, the sun apparently not bothering her at all. "You aren't the Sea god here. You are nothing."
Things seemed to settle for a while and that ocean was now within his sights but out of reach. The sand was abrasive against his skin, the heat insufferable without the waters to cool him down. He was stripped of his powers in this realm, one he had never stepped foot into before.
As he opened his eyes this time to the mirage in front of him, there was no soft dark-haired beauty that his mind had presented him many times before. The one who stood before him was dark, while beautiful, not at all the image he wished to keep tucked safely inside.
With dry-cracked lips he chuckled hoarsely. "What did Hades get bored?" he asked, "So he has to send his darling wife to do the dirty work?" He laughed at his own joke, it was the only presence he'd seen in what felt like years, part of him craved the torture now.
Persephone put her foot in the middle of Poseidon's chest and she glared down at him. "I don't need his permission to deal with you myself," she hissed. "I am Queen here. And I can do anything I like to you."
"He's already done the hard work, honey, what's left for you to do?" he taunted, better that than let him lose himself. Not now, not with a woman, another of Zeus' offspring to bend him.
"I'm just curious as to what you have to offer." He could smell the sea spray with that hot breeze, so close and yet so far away.
Persephone arched her eyebrow at Poseidon and as she stood over him, snakes rose from the ground, slithering up over his body. "I have enough to offer. This is for Medusa." Persephone didn't care about Medusa, but she did figure Poseidon wouldn't like snakes.
Their tongues bathed against his skin, scales and cold bellies crawling all over him. It made him shiver and twitch against them causing them to raise their heads and hiss ready to strike.
"Is that all you've got? Really?" he taunted though the action clearly made him inwardly cringe. Swallowing that lump down his throat he moistened his dry lips. "Come on now," his voice broke, "this is a walk in the park."
Compared to what? Compared to days on end of nothing but every deed he'd ever done thrown back at him one heavy blow right after the other.
Persephone knew he was taunting her out of desperation and it didn't bother her to hear. She watched the snakes writhe and twist and soon they began to bite, injecting painful venom into his skin. "You don't have to act strong for me, Uncle. You can scream. There is no need to be brave here."
He was wearing down so thin, weeks at a time (or was it years?) from Hades' influence. His teeth gritted feeling the snakes teeth plunge into his skin infecting the tissue.
It may have only been his soul getting rough-housed but he still felt as if he were in his body and the pain was as intense.
His breath caught in his throat holding back that scream she threatend to pull. It would take a few moments before it ripped lose from his throat taking any ounce of strength he had.
"You're just a woman," she would have no power over him he swore, but he was at her command. His eyes shut tight trying to hang onto something within his mind again to step back from the pain, but this time the images were too broken.
"I am just a woman and yet I control you. Remember this, Uncle." Persephone smiled as the snakes bit down and the water continued to taunt him and the sun still beat down on them and there was no relief in sight.
"No woman controls me," he said through a stiff jaw.
The images kept flashing around, nothing to grasp as the pain coursed through his body like a river. The ocean waves called out to him with her sultry voice and he could not answer.
"You say this while I can do anything to you I please. I am Queen here, Uncle, and you are nothing. It is my name they dared not to say, not yours." And with that, she left him to his torment, which would continue without relief for hours upon hours.