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Prologue.
Poseidon/Jase
Devastation raised its head and roared as Poseidon tried to constrain the murderous sin. He was fighting a losing battle today.
The Sin had stamped all over his self-control, and his other two sins now raised their ugly heads. Vice and Megalomania encouraged Devastation’s rampage.
From his vantage spot in the ocean, he observed the leaky old ship cross his path. It was moving at a snail’s pace for a reason. Not only were the badly kept engines oozing pollution into his domain, but they were throwing barrels of toxic waste over the sides.
The King of the Seas, Poseidon, observed from his well-known form; golden long hair, bright blue eyes, bearded, heavily muscled, with his trident in his hand. This shape soothed Megalomania because it was the most familiar with Poseidon. Megalomania thought itself famous in this form.
Soon enough, Poseidon would piss off Megalomania when he shifted to his secondary appearance, that of a merman with a difference. It was a monstrous figure, and one Poseidon hated but utilised well. His tail was long and thick, with small flippers coming off it. Above his waistline was a set of arms that ended in claws, while his second set of arms were heavily muscled and could easily crush skulls. His skin was covered in greens, bronzes, and blues, making it a wonderful camouflage when swimming in water or against an ocean bed.
Erupting from his back were two dark brown tentacles, which he used to wreak destruction upon ships and people. Highly powerful, they could smash a small boat within minutes.
Then there was his face, with his mouthful of razor-sharp teeth and red eyes, making him resemble a piranha a little. Gills surrounded Poseidon’s face, giving him a decidedly fishy look. A row of spikes rose from his brow and ran down the middle of his head and down his back in between the tentacles. All in all, where his Godly shape was regal, his merman form was downright terrifying.
A true sea monster.
Poseidon watched for ten more minutes and then shifted. It was time to bring justice and vengeance for the sea creatures that would have died at the hands of these arrogant fools. Instead, the barrels had all been collected in nets by the very same sea life that would have suffered and were waiting to be hauled back on board.
Time to make the parasitic humans scream.
Poseidon grinned and clacked his teeth, a horrifying sight.
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An hour later, Poseidon was laughing merrily. Watching the pestilence race about like headless chickens always amused him. He was stamping away from where he’d left the captain, who was now a cowering, blubbering mess. The man was locked into a guilt cycle he’d never break.
Then he came across her.
God damn, this blasted human. Lately, everywhere he’d turned, there she was. This little human rat was some sort of eco-warrior, tackling ships and their polluting ways. Usually, he slipped into the shadows and hid from her or disappeared over the side, but she’d caught glimpses of him the last few times. Her head constantly twisted, searching for him or anyone. In her hand was the camera she used to expose those contaminating the oceans.
Poseidon rumbled in resentment.
This little rat had indeed exposed some huge corporations to the media, showing the dump sites and getting them prosecuted. But she was still human, and therefore, he hated her. She was a complete pain in his ass, and he wanted her off this boat. He’d not intended on sinking it but wanted it found and the company using it punished. And he knew her expose would help. But could she do her job away from him?
Please?
He snorted in disgust and then froze as a pair of bright blue eyes turned and gazed at the shadows.
Her eyes narrowed, and she leaned slightly forward.
“I see you, Poseidon,” the human rat stated, and his temper flared.
Chapter One.
Willow
He was there; she could sense him. Somewhere in the shadows of this rust bucket was the creature she’d glimpsed several times but never fully caught sight of. He left dead or tortured humans wherever he trod, and Willow didn’t blame him. Humanity criminally harmed the oceans, but no one ever opposed it.
The Coast Guard did their best, but those in their corporate offices did not give a damn about the damage they were doing. Becoming an eco-warrior hadn’t been in Willow’s plans; no, she’d planned to be a teacher. That was a dream destroyed long ago when a friend of hers was poisoned and killed while swimming in toxic sludge in a supposedly safe area. A great many people died that day, and Willow had watched, appalled, as the corporation responsible got away with their crime.
Well, they had until Willow hacked them and blew the case wide open. Where the legal system had failed, public opinion hadn’t. They had shut their doors within three months of their company being blocked and targeted.
The CEO moved into another position, but the hate followed, and finally, he had retired permanently.
Willow had been nineteen when her friend died; she was twenty-five now and most certainly well-known for her antics. Come hell or high water, if there was pollution of the seas, Willow wasn’t far behind sniffing it out.
