Chapter 46: Beckett

Traveling to the Bermuda Triangle is harder than traveling from the academy to home. There was a lot of rough water that I had to cross through. The waves resisted my command. If I had my father's trident, I could command the waves. I could create stronger currents to carry me from one place to another. My Poseidon's Trident was a gift descended from Jehovah himself. Jehovah had first crafted the Trident for Moses, allowing him enough power to part the Red Sea. Once Moses had gotten his people to safety, Jehovah took the trident back and kept it as a gift, gifting it to his second grandson, Posideon, thus giving him an affinity for water. My father and his Trident have been inseparable since that day. Triton has one like it.

My father had Hephaestus craft a similar trident for my older brother, Triton, the first merman. Triton's trident only gave him the capability of using his divine water gift, but Triton's powers were still on the weaker side of things. Ever heard of the East Australian Current? Yeah, that only exists because Triton lives right below. The current acts like a layer of protection for his home.

By the time I reached the Bermuda Triangle, I had been away from Katrina for two days, although it felt like four since I didn't hang around for long when she got back from the underworld. I wonder how she's faring now. Does she miss me, or is she happy with her four mates? I inhale deeply. not letting my sudden onset of a pity party take over my mind. I needed to focus on finding Ursula and removing her from the highest level of Tartarus. This was the level that held the weakest of prisoners. Ursula was in the eye of the Bermuda Triangle, meaning she was on the third level. I'll have to get through the first two levels of the prison before I reach Ursula.

I was nervous about fighting off the prisoners by myself, but I was happy that the level Ursula was on was still underwater. I had practiced sparing on both land and sea, and I felt comfortable with my sea training, but I had yet to fight in the depths of the underworld.

Upon entering the first level of Tartarus, I was shocked to feel a familiar wave of power flow through me. It was astonishing that I hadn't realized Luka was the Prince of Tartarus before now. His aura feeds off Tartarus'; it is one and the same; they flow off the same wave of magic; dark magic, the magic of mischief and chaos.

I could hear the lull of a siren the deeper I entered Tartarus. The siren's song calls to its male counterpart. Beginning the male's journey into the depths of the prisoner, promising the male love and riches if he is successful in rescuing the prisonerThe siren's song was vaguely familiar to me; its tune reminded me of a melody my mother used to sing. Taking a chance that the song might lead me to my aunt, I went deeper into the prison. If it turned out to be a real siren singing the song, I would be able to command it to stop; the siren would be unable to disobey me due to my command over all sea creatures.

Whereas the first floor of the prison was empty, the second floor was at maximum capacity. It was full of Hydras, Krakens, and Sirens with higher magic levels. The Hydra seems to have been locked in the prison for a while, as I was able to walk by it without it so much as lifting one of its nine heads. The Krakens kept reaching between their cell doors, trying to wrap one of their dangerous tentacles around me and drain me of my divine powers; unfortunately for them, I'd learned all about their magical attributes growing up, and I knew to avoid their tentacles at all costs. Whenever I passed the cell of a female siren, she'd sing to me, trying to lure me in with her song, but their songs fell on deaf ears. A siren's song wouldn't work on a male who was already mated or in love. And while I wasn't fully mated to Katrina, it didn't take a full minute to realize that I loved her.

I'd floated so easily through the first two floors of Tartarus that I'd let my mind drift off to memories of my mate. From the way she smiles to how she laughs and crinkles her nose. I was so distracted that I didn't see the sea monster Cestus until he slammed me into the bars of his empty jail cell.

"Release me!" I yell in the language of the sea creature.

"Hah, son of Posideon, you think you can control me. I am your father's creation. I am his monster of destruction. The only one who can command me is Posideon himself. " The sea monster laughs as he lunges for me once more.

I barely throw myself to the side, quick enough. His venomous talons melted the prison bars I once stood in front of. If Cetus were on the other side of the prison bars, his magic would be weakened; the poison in his talons would only be able to heat the pads of his feet. Unfortunately for me, Cetus had somehow managed to escape his cell, or he was let out by one of the mischief-makers who lived in Tartarus.

"You may be my father's creation, but I am still the heir of this kingdom." I am a God, and no creature, man-made or not, is stronger than me. " I yell, sending an underground tornado flying into the sea monster's chest.

Cetus is thrown back, crashing through the walls of Tartarus and falling into the abyss, the pit of the prison itself. He'll continue to fall until he reaches the final level of Tartarus. If he's lucky, he'll die during the fall.

I pulled myself off the rock I'd landed on when I jumped out of the way of Cetus' poisonous talons and grimaced. Somehow I'd managed to find a rock with a sharp point and impaled myself right through my stomach, managing not to pierce any internal organs. I looked down at the hole in my stomach and grimaced. It would take time to heal, time that I didn't have. I tore off my shirt and used part of it to pack the wound before using the remainder to tie the packaging in place, tightening my shirt around my waist. I needed to get to Ursula quickly, but my wound caused me to travel slowly through the 3rd floor, and by the time I'd reached the end of the prison cells, I was feeling woozy.

"Pah... pah... Posidon, is that you?" Then came the timid voice of a woman who sounded like my mother.

I barely managed to lift my head, looking at the woman who I knew without a doubt was my aunt Ursula.

"Wait, those eyes," Ursula whispered. "Those beautiful eyes, they're the same cerulean shades as your mother's." "Becket, child, what are you doing here?"

"I've come to ask you a favor." I manage to get out as I turn the lock on the prison door before I stumble forward and fall, my consciousness fading fast.