The stormy clouds were light-grey, and the thunders inside of them weren't visible to the eye of mere humans.

The sounds emitted by them remembered the roars of wild animals.

Apparently delicate to the touch, but the mortal danger someone incurred approaching them was clear to anyone.

This radical duality would leave awestruck any normal individual.

Hidden in this dark cumulonimbus though was a person all but normal.

The light of the Sun was forgotten in this mystical place, but light delicately surrounded him from all directions as an actor on stage.

Apparently unimpressed with the display of power, there was a tall man standing wearing a pink Hawaiian shirt.

''He still tries to impress others in this way, uh?! ''

His posture relaxed, his left hand on his waist, and the right one was picking at his nose.

After some time passed, excavating in search of diamonds, he created a sphere with what he had found in the natural cave and, with his index finger, shot it like a projectile in front of him.

Immediately the sea of mist separated like the proverbial Red Sea.

*His security system is as lacking as ever. It's definitely proportional to his own arrogance. *

Poseidon slowly advanced on the road he created with his booger and observed the surroundings.

He was now in the personal dominion of his brother, Zeus.

A short while ago, just after arriving in his brother's kingdom, the Empireal realm, he thought that maybe, he had changed.

There were many people in the streets and didn't seem to be unhappy.

For a moment, he hoped for a possible improvement in his abilities as a leader or moral living being, for that matter.

As he advanced towards the portal, he noted something wrong: all the citizens were women, and their smiles didn't feel as natural.

Slowly he lost all the good intentions he had created in his mind.

*He's done it again, that crazy fucker! *

His anger exponentially rose when he saw the farms and agricultural cultivations.

There he saw the most barbaric act of all.

Up to that point, he almost accepted the intervention of Mnemosyne to brainwash the women he wanted to include in his harem...

Now he saw the darkest side of this kingdom.

In the fields laid castrated nude grown men, they weren't taught how to speak or interact in a social setting.

They were just the equivalent of cows pulling the plow through the ground in the eyes of his brother.

Nearby, in a stable, were sleeping humans in similar conditions, and at the same time, a woman was ready to amputate a newborn baby in that unsanitary place.

In the worst-case scenario, if the newborn didn't survive, he would become fertilizer for the fields.

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Poseidon was the most shocked by the unwavering smile fixed on the face of the woman, now holding the scalpel in her hand.

His rage was now at the same point as his fear. He instinctually knew his brother surpassed the limits acceptable even as an immortal God.

After all, causality was the superior ruler of their reality, and the faith and prayers they received from humans were quite literally their only strength and wealth.

Even forgetting any moral rule, disregarding the low appeal of such a dystopic reality, in the least negative point of view possible, the actions of Zeus weren't economically sound and would lead him to ruin.

Poseidon himself didn't feel entitled to critique him. Since he was young, during his first million years, give or take, he too didn't care for anything apart from his enjoyment.

The only difference between his past self and the present Zeus was that he preferred alcohol and drugs as means of entertainment, and his brother mainly enjoyed sex.

There was a second difference. One that he wasn't consciously able to accept: their difference in pure destructive power.

Even though he didn't say it out loud, he was the one to personally approach Zeus and not the contrary because he knew the current situation needed his great-brother's intervention.

He knew there was a reason why Zeus managed to defeat their father, Chronos, and free him and his brothers from his stomach.

As if that wasn't enough, to his natural predisposition added the inherent advantage of the leader: the ability to choose the distribution of any weapon or mythical relic every god of the Greek Pantheon put his hands on.

These two crucial points managed to make him increase his power in an effortless and natural way.

The worst part was that this system alimented itself: the more resources he managed to accrue, given his strength, the stronger he became, and the more assets he would get in the future.

*This seemingly infinite vicious cycle stopped suddenly a couple of months ago when Hades sent that letter.

Even though it wasn't directly intended to, the information leaked, and every god of the Pantheon decided not to share anything with Zeus anymore. *

In the same way as the citizens of a State would lose trust in the political system under times of war, the Greek gods started filling their treasuries, readying themselves for uncertain times.

*These are the moments in history when there is usually a mix in the social hierarchy system. The problem is...I have a lot to lose! *

These worrying thoughts filled Poseidon's mind while he walked through the fog.

He didn't like the current situation, and even more, he didn't like the idea of entrusting his future destiny to his ever-so-untrustworthy big brother.

At that moment, he regretted not bringing a couple of pufferfish in his space bag to relieve his stress.

He started seeing far ahead the outer appearance of an imposing temple in ancient Greek style.

The thick columns seemed to reach the top of the sky as they pierced through the vaporous grey ceiling over his head.

Three steps were the height separation representing the distance between the mortal and godly world.

White marble was the principal material used, and it seemed to shine with its own light as a star in the sky.

Poseidon arrived at the bottom of the Crepidoma and sighed visibly.

He was readying himself for more than one reason.

Danu didn't know it, but had he been able to see that image, he would have been able to find the similarities between his second Master and himself before entering the wavy and nauseous personal dominion.

*Ok, I'm ready! 3, 2, 1! *

As the countdown reached one, Poseidon took the first step: the pressure of the column of air over his head was 3 times higher, and started hearing the sound of wind enter his ears. Any strong mortal could reach this level. It was called the 'Step of Awe'.

*Ok, that's manageable. *

He took the next step and became 27 times heavier. The air started exiting from his lungs forcedly, emitting a strange shrill sound.

*Oh, it's starting. *

Only the strongest of the strongest lower existences reached up here and called it the 'Step of Fear'.

Sweat covered Poseidon's face, but after some time to lower his heart rate, he took another stride and arrived at the final level: the 'Step of Goodhood'.

The weight was 19683 times heavier than normal, and what was first misinterpreted as wind or shrill sounds was now correctly identified as voices of moaning women.

*That nymphomaniac isn't changed at all! *

Poseidon cleaned the sweat away from his face. After all, he didn't find it hard to walk under this superhuman pressure.

Before, he was sweating just because he was anxious about the possible changes in Zeus'personality.

Now that he confirmed he was still the same sex maniac, he strangely felt more relaxed.

*What's predictable can be influenced and controlled. *

Advancing steadily while the sensual sounds became louder, his thoughts became gradually darker.

A slight grin on his face.

*That's good. Some things should never change. Those who want otherwise should go to sleep with the fishes. *