"Where am I?"
Poseidon carefully looked at his surroundings. It was pitch black. He couldn't even see his hand in front of his face. A strange wave of calmness overcame him. He was...Alive? But how is that possible? The whole point of Ragnarok was for it to be a FINAL battle...But, that was not the final breath he took.
"Finally. You've awoken."
An unfamiliar voice boomed in Poseidon's ears. He spun around, looking for anything through the darkness. Nothing. The God of the sea knew a presence was there, but did not know where it was. He tried to stand still and focus on his position, and the voice spoke again:
"Silly boy. I'm right in front of you."
A woman appeared before Poseidon. She was petite, with dark hair and dark eyes. An aura of danger surrounded her. Normally, a human of any stature would not scare Poseidon, however, he felt his knees buckle from underneath him. He fell to the ground. "What is going on? Who is this woman?" He thought to himself.
Before he knew it, his eyes began to weep. He did not feel any sadness, terror, or anything, really. He still had his famously stoic face. His chest tightened, as if he was frightened. He did not feel it mentally, but physically, his body was afraid of this woman. Adrenaline was pumping through his body. It was trying to prepare a fight or flight reaction, but nothing happened. He was scared stiff.
Smiling, the woman put her index finger under Poseidon's chin and pushed it up, making eye contact with him. She used her other hand to brush the tears away from his face. Her hair flowed behind her, as if she was underwater. "Do not cry, I do not intend to hurt you," she said, baring her teeth.
Poseidon slapped the woman's hands off of him. "I am not afraid of you, wretch," he uttered, as he tried to stand. He could not. His legs were cement. The woman clicked her teeth and giggled. "Oh, I believe you. Sure. Okay. Spicy tonight, are we not?"
The woman lifted her hand and dropped it, almost like a guillotine. Poseidon's limbs came flying off yet again, the pain this time, unbearable. He tried to scream, but it was almost as if there was no air. No sound came out. He felt his head roll off the back of his body, and saw his arms fly off his torso. Dead again?
As his head flew off his body, he uttered, "Just... who are you?"
The woman smiled a toothy grin yet again and said, "Nyx. The goddess of the night."
