Grindylows

"Poseidon," Brooke groaned. "Why are you helping Varun?"

Poseidon? Shelly thought. The ancient Greek god of the sea is working with the Pillar of Water? That doesn't bode well.

"It doesn't matter," Poseidon spoke. His massive barrel chest poked out and he pointed his trident at those in the room. "By order of the Pillar of Water, I sentence you all to death. Lyden Snow's pain will be great when he learns that three of his children and one of his wives are dead."

"That's not going to happen," Gloria swam forward to stand before the merman god.

"Who do…" Poseidon's eyes narrowed as he looked at the succubus. "Aphro—no, I've heard you changed your name again."

"I go by Gloria these days, Posy. Now step aside."

"Do you really think you're still strong enough to fight me?" the god asked.