"Isn't it?" He threw her with the same sarcasm she threw in his face. She had a lot of nerve, this willow branch that called herself an immortal. The Christians were as foolish as they were arrogant. He laughed as she continued to threaten him, he just countered it with poking at the brother she came to defend. "Oh that one. The one that tags along that mortal girl. I wanted her to break, he was an easy target." This wasn't just about Greed, it had been about Zoe too, and what better way to make someone suffer than through someone else they cared about. Poseidon frowned. He didn't care about his brother's half as much as Wrath appeared to. That made him bitter and angry. The only time he did something for a brother was when they made him with an executive order.
There was a younger voice in his head, maybe his own self conscience reminding him that he used to be just and lawful. He used to be a King. Now he was thrown in a city with his brother still looming over his head as if it were his place. His anger grew as he wandered back in a time before Poseidon had turned so cold, when the shoulder that was turned was his own father's, brother's, sister's, wife, children...the list grew. He was not respected. He was mocked. How dare anyone mock a King?
But, however angry he turned towards himself he lashed out. She would have to squeeze a little harder before getting him to shed a tear. Only one woman could do that, and even she---