Reincarnated As Poseidon-Chapter 47: Inheritance of the deep

The temple was quiet—eerily so. The waves outside had grown still, as if the entire ocean held its breath. Dominic stood near the altar, the shard of abyssal coral pulsing in his palm. It was warm, almost... alive.

Maelora circled him slowly, her seaweed-wrapped fingers trailing through the air. "It chose you," she said, her voice a whisper that seemed to echo from nowhere and everywhere. "The shard. The inheritance. Do you feel it?"

Dominic narrowed his eyes. "Feel what exactly?"

"Your soul remembering what it once was."

The air shifted.

For a brief second, he saw something—a flicker—a memory that wasn’t his.

A roaring tide.

A kingdom built from obsidian reefs.

A throne of coral and blood.

And a hand... his hand... holding a trident made not of gold, but of raw oceanic power, black as the deepest trench.

He stumbled back. "What is this? I don’t understand."

Maelora’s expression was unreadable. "The war has only begun. The gods think they control the tides of fate, but the sea bows to no one. Not Olympus. Not even Hades."

Dominic’s jaw tightened. "What are you saying?"

"I’m saying the creature beneath Thalorenn... the one stirring? You are bound to it. Not by fate. By blood."

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Scene II – The Queen Confronts the Witch

Naerida stormed into the sanctum just as the shadows thickened. Her guards flanked her, tridents ready. She saw Maelora standing beside Dominic and her voice rang out, sharp and cutting.

"Step away from him, witch."

Maelora turned calmly, eyes glittering with old magic. "You are late, as always."

Naerida’s trident gleamed with sapphire light. "He is mine to protect."

Maelora tilted her head. "And yet you could not protect him from war. Nor from himself. He is awakening."

Dominic stepped between them, panting. "Stop. Just tell me what this shard really is."

The Sea Witch’s gaze didn’t waver. "It is a memory. A piece of the Deep Choir’s first melody. It carries the truth—the knowledge of the first ocean... and the first rebellion."

Naerida frowned. "You mean the war before Olympus?"

Maelora nodded. "Before even Cronos devoured his kin. When the gods of the Deep still ruled. One survived. And now it seeks a voice to speak through once more."

Dominic clutched his chest, the shard burning.

"I’m not a vessel," he grunted, pain searing through his veins.

"No," Maelora agreed, eyes narrowing. "You’re an heir."

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Scene III – In Olympus’ Hall

The winds above Olympus howled, and the gods gathered once more. This time, even the minor deities stood among them—fear etched across their divine faces.

Zeus held the shard Athena had brought, now blackened with abyssal markings. "This thing speaks."

"What does it say?" Hera asked.

Zeus scowled. "A name. Over and over again."

He tossed the shard onto the stone table, where it writhed like a living thing.

"Thalorin."

The gods shuddered.

Apollo stepped forward. "That was the name of the first wave god. Before Poseidon. Before the sea bent to order."

Hermes muttered, "But he was locked beneath the ocean by the primordial Titans."

"He was forgotten," Athena corrected. "Until now."

Hades spoke last, his voice like a coffin closing.

"If he rises, Olympus may not fall... it may drown."

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Scene IV – Beneath the Surface

Deep beneath Thalorenn, the creature stirred again.

Chains fell.

Voices sang.

A mouth opened in the dark.

And the sea listened.

A tendril of dark coral surged upward, piercing layers of earth and salt, pulsing with the heartbeat of something ancient and furious.

It reached out, reaching toward its chosen son.

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Scene V – Dominic’s Vision

The shard exploded in Dominic’s hand.

He didn’t scream.

He didn’t have time.

Suddenly, he was somewhere else—standing on a battlefield of roiling tides, where titanic creatures roared and clashed beneath storm-split skies. He saw a towering figure, with a crown of broken bones and eyes like whirlpools.

Thalorin.

And as their gazes met, the creature did not attack.

It bowed.

Then a whisper in Dominic’s ear:

> "Blood of the ocean. Will you claim your throne... or drown beneath it?"

Dominic gasped.

He was back in the sanctum.

Maelora stood unmoving.

Naerida’s trident lowered slowly.

The shard had vanished.

And Dominic... was changing.

In Olympus, the air was thick with tension, even among immortals. Stormclouds coiled around the peak, whispering prophecies the gods tried to ignore. But the truth weighed heavily now—Poseidon was not who they thought. And something ancient was watching from the depths.

Zeus stood before the Council once more, his lightning rod planted firmly into the marble floor. His voice thundered across the hall. "Enough secrets. Enough waiting. If Thalorin is rising, we must strike before the sea claims the sky."

Athena stepped forward, her armor shimmering like dusk light on steel. "Dominic is changing, yes. But he’s also the key to stopping this. If you kill him now, you doom us all."

"Key or curse?" Ares spat. "We’ve allowed mortals to tinker with divine fragments for too long. Now look."

"Thalorin was never mortal," Hermes muttered. "And he’s not the only one stirring."

He unfurled a scroll lined with trembling, bleeding ink.

"Siren movements in the eastern ridge. The Deep Choir has awoken."

Hera turned sharply. "And who leads them?"

Ares frowned. "Lyrielle."

The name struck like a blow.

"She’s supposed to be dead," Athena said quietly.

"No." Artemis appeared in a shaft of moonlight, her bow slung low. "She just never forgot. She’s building something... something beneath the Coral Spire."

Zeus raised a hand, silencing the whispers. "We must act. Now. Before Olympus drowns."

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Scene II – The Sea Rises

Waves crashed harder than they had in centuries. Across the world, coasts trembled. Fishermen whispered of a growing voice beneath the ocean—a hum, deep and bone-shaking, like a choir singing from a trench no man had dared dive.

Maelora stood at the edge of a reef, her long cloak soaked with brine and prophecy. She whispered to the foam, her words carried like secrets.

"The tides turn. The world will remember."

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Scene III – Naerida’s Watch

Within her palace of glacial coral and war banners, Queen Naerida paced. The war council had shattered. Her generals were hesitant. And Dominic... Dominic had become something else.

"He’s not lost," she said aloud, looking to the image of the sea projected in her scrying basin. "He’s changing. But not beyond us."

One of her guards entered with wide eyes. "My queen. The sirens—they’ve begun to move. Lyrielle sent a storm to block our outer patrol. Maelora says the choir is almost ready."

Naerida clenched her jaw.

"Then it’s time. Ready the tideshield. Inform the Tidecasters. If Olympus won’t help, we’ll drown this uprising ourselves."

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Scene IV – Dominic at the Edge

Dominic stood alone on a jagged sea cliff, the wind howling in his ears.

The shard was gone—but something new lingered in his chest.

A heartbeat.

A second one.

One that didn’t belong to him.

His reflection in the tide pool shimmered—his eyes no longer human, no longer divine in the Olympian sense.

He was other now.

And he heard the voice again.

> "They fear you because they remember you."

His hands sparked—not with lightning, but with pure, liquid force. Not even the gods wielded water like this. It obeyed him.

No. It followed him.

He breathed deeply. "What am I?"

And the wind replied with the roar of a coming war.

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Scene V – The Edict of the Sea

Back in Olympus, the edict was sealed.

Zeus held the scroll in both hands. "We go to war."

Hera stared at him. "Against Thalorin?"

"No," he said coldly. "Against Dominic. The vessel."

Athena’s shield rang as she stepped between the hall and the exit. "You’re making a mistake. He’s not the enemy."

"He carries the sea’s enemy within him," Zeus growled. "He’s waking something no god can control."

"You’re afraid," Artemis said softly.

"I am prepared."

He opened his hand and the edict ignited in gold flame, sending its decree across the pantheon.

A godhunt had begun.

And the sky answered with a bolt of thunder that split the horizon from Olympus to the ocean floor.

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