I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

“No one knows you said?”

Hera’s frown deepened as she caught sight of the smug smirk playing on Nathan’s lips.

“Why are you smiling? Have you lost your mind?” she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

Before Nathan could respond, a deep, rumbling laughter echoed through the air—Poseidon’s laughter, mocking and carefree, as if he found the situation amusing.

Nathan’s expression did not change, but his eyes darkened, the mirth vanishing in an instant. “Not at all. I’m just pleased to see both of you here,” he said smoothly, his gaze lifting to meet theirs.

The warmth in his voice was gone in a heartbeat.

BADOOOM!

An overwhelming force surged through the air, and in an instant, the city of Lyrnessus was consumed by a deadly, biting cold. Ice spread with terrifying speed, a crystalline wave swallowing everything in sight. The buildings, the streets, even the very ground—encased in thick, unrelenting frost. Poseidon, caught off guard, barely had a moment to react before his body was frozen solid where he stood, his expression of shock preserved beneath the ice.

Hera’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“What?!”

She knew this power. She recognized it. But before she could process what was happening, a series of shimmering golden barriers materialized in the sky, encasing the city within multiple layers of divine protection. Three barriers—each distinct from the others. This wasn’t just a single divine force at play.

A realization struck her like a lightning bolt.

Three different divine barriers…

Hera’s instincts screamed at her in warning. Danger. Immediate, overwhelming danger.

She turned, preparing to summon her power—

BADOOOOM!

A searing column of fire crashed down from the heavens, engulfing her entire form in an inferno of divine flames. The sheer force of the impact sent her spiraling through the air before she plummeted to the frozen earth below, colliding with the ground so violently that the city trembled.

Pain exploded through her body. Her very bones ached from the impact.

But that pain was nothing compared to the sheer horror rising in her chest as she recognized the flames that had struck her.

A name escaped her lips in a breathless whisper, barely audible.

“A…Amaterasu?!”

Disbelief flooded her. It couldn’t be. It shouldn’t be.

Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to look up—and there, floating above her, bathed in a crimson glow, was Amaterasu herself. The goddess gazed down upon Hera with an unreadable expression before slowly raising a hand, divine energy crackling at her fingertips.

BADOOOOM!

The ground beneath Hera erupted in a blinding explosion of red divine light. She barely had time to react before the force sent her staggering backward, her armor cracking under the sheer magnitude of power.

“Damn it!” she hissed, summoning her shield in desperation.

BADOOOOM!

The shield held—for a moment.

Then it shattered, the impact sending her skidding across the ice-covered ground. Blood trickled down her forehead, her vision swimming.

She couldn’t afford to stop. She needed to move.

Forcing herself up, she sprinted toward the remnants of a nearby house, hoping to regroup, but just as she leaped onto the roof—

BADDOOOOOOOM!

Another explosion erupted. This time, it wasn’t fire.

A freezing storm of ice engulfed her, the numbing cold seeping into her very bones. Hera’s breath hitched, her movements slowing, her limbs heavy. She fought to regain control, but before she could counterattack—

A shadow descended upon her. Amaterasu appeared, wielding a blazing sword that burned hotter than the sun.

Hera barely had time to raise her arms in defense before the sword came crashing down.

BADOOOOM!!!

The sheer force sent her soaring through the air before she slammed into the frozen ground yet again, a crater forming beneath her.

Coughing, her entire body aching, she struggled to push herself up. But before she could even catch her breath—

A heel came crashing down against her stomach.

BADAAAAM!

“UAGHH!” Hera’s mouth opened in a sharp gasp as blood spewed from her lips.

Her dazed vision flickered, trying to focus on the figure standing over her. A feminine silhouette, her aura radiating with divine power.

And then she saw the smirk. The unmistakable, cruel grin stretching across her lips.

Aphrodite.

Standing above her, reveling in her pain, looking every bit the goddess of beauty and destruction.

“You look awful, Hera,” Aphrodite purred, her tone dripping with amusement. “Let’s see how much more you can take.”

BADOOOM!

Hera unleashed a torrent of divine energy, forcing Aphrodite to swiftly dodge. The goddess of beauty smirked as she evaded the attack, her expression playful yet laced with menace.

“A…Aphrodite, you little bitch…”

Hera’s face twisted with fury, her eyes burning with an anger she had never felt so intensely before. Her blood boiled as she turned toward Amaterasu, her rage now shifting to the sun goddess floating above.

“Even you, Amaterasu… how dare you…” she spat venomously.

Amaterasu met Hera’s glare with an impassive expression, her golden eyes radiating calm yet unshakable power. “You should have never come here, Hera. The moment you stepped into Lyrnessus, your fate—and Poseidon’s—was sealed.”

She cast a fleeting glance at Poseidon, who had just shattered the thick ice imprisoning him. The sea god’s muscles tensed as he regained his footing, his expression a mix of rage and confusion. Hera’s own eyes widened in shock as she surveyed their surroundings.

The barriers, the city, the very ground beneath their feet—it was all pulsating with divine energy. An eerie shimmer coated the air, signifying that this battlefield had been carefully prepared long before their arrival. The moment of realization hit her like a thunderclap.

“H…Hermes…”

Her mind flashed to the cunning trickster god, his ever-present grin taunting her even in her thoughts. Hera’s body trembled with fury. That bastard had deceived her. Everything—Nathan’s supposed isolation, his presence in this city—it had all been an elaborate trap, meticulously crafted to ensnare both her and Poseidon.

And they had walked right into it.

“P…Poseidon! We must flee! The city is a trap!” Hera shouted desperately, panic creeping into her voice.

But Poseidon was deaf to her warning. His focus was solely on the figure standing before him—Khione. His sea-green eyes raked over her, a twisted grin forming on his lips as he licked them hungrily.

“Khione.”

He practically purred her name, his gaze drinking in her ethereal beauty. “Finally, you’re back where you belong. I’ve missed you more than you can imagine. Now come to me, and let’s have that promised night together.”

Khione’s expression remained cold, her frosty blue eyes piercing into his with disgust. “Unfortunately for you, Poseidon, that ship has sailed. I lost my virginity.”

The words hung in the air like a death knell.

Poseidon’s grin faltered, then vanished completely. His divine aura darkened, the very foundation of the city trembling under the weight of his swirling emotions. “What?” he growled, his voice thick with barely restrained fury.

Khione pointed toward Nathan. “Nathan took my first time.”

A sickening silence followed.

Poseidon’s eyes darted to Nathan, who stood nearby with an insufferable smirk playing on his lips. For the sea god, that smirk was the final spark to ignite his wrath.

He vanished in an instant.

BADOOOOM!

A deafening explosion rocked the city as Poseidon swung his trident, aiming to cleave Nathan in two. But before the weapon could strike, an impenetrable wall of glacial ice erupted between them. The impact was catastrophic—the ice cracked violently before shattering into a storm of frost and shards, yet Nathan was nowhere to be found.

Poseidon’s furious gaze darted around, his grip on his trident tightening. The city quaked beneath his rage, but the battle had only just begun.

“WHERE ARE YOU, TRASH?!!”

Poseidon’s thunderous roar echoed across the battlefield, his expression twisted into a mask of unrelenting fury. His ocean-blue eyes burned with murderous intent, his grip tightening around his trident until the metal groaned in protest. Every fiber of his being screamed for destruction—to unleash a cataclysmic tsunami and reduce everything in sight to ruin. But he knew he couldn’t. Not here. Not now. If he did, Zeus would intervene, and he wasn’t willing to risk his brother’s interference.

No, this was personal.

He wanted to find Nathan. He wanted to rip the insolent brat apart, tear him limb from limb, and listen to him beg for mercy that would never come.

But just as he took another step forward—

A searing torrent of golden flames crashed into his face, sending waves of unbearable heat washing over his body. The divine fire of Amaterasu seared his flesh, and he let out a guttural snarl as he stumbled backward. Before he could fully regain his balance, a shadow loomed above him.

A massive greatsword, nearly the size of a mountain, came hurtling toward him at blinding speed.

Khione!

Poseidon’s instincts kicked in, and he immediately raised his trident, summoning a torrential wave of water to counter the incoming attack. A vast surge of the ocean erupted from his weapon, spiraling toward the sword—only for the water to instantly solidify into ice.

“Tch!” He clicked his tongue in irritation, pouring more divine energy into his trident. This time, his water turned her ice back into liquid. Their divine powers clashed in a relentless battle, freezing and melting, shifting and reforming. But strangely, Khione refused to relent. She pushed forward with unrelenting determination, forcing him back.

Step by step.

Inch by inch.

Until—

His back slammed into something.

A massive, blazing wall of Amaterasu’s fire had risen behind him, cutting him off from retreat. The scorching heat licked at his skin, sending waves of divine energy crashing against his body. To his right, an enormous glacier of Khione’s ice had formed, sealing off any chance of escape.

He could destroy them.

It would take time. But it was possible.

Yet, wasting time was not an option.

Narrowing his eyes, Poseidon shifted his stance. Without hesitation, he leapt to the left, intending to escape the encirclement—

And then he saw him.

Nathan.

Sitting on the ground, completely at ease. A small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips, as if he had been expecting this moment all along.

Poseidon’s fury ignited once more.

“You arrogant little—”

He shot forward, trident poised to strike.

“Idiot.”

Nathan said a single word.

Poseidon’s heart lurched.

Something was wrong.

A sudden chill ran down his spine.

And then he saw it.

The intricate formation surrounding him.

A colossal circle of divine power had been etched into the battlefield, glowing with an intensity that sent shivers of dread through his very core. Amaterasu’s flames burned in one half, seething with unquenchable heat, while Khione’s ice shimmered in the other, radiating a deathly frost. The energies crackled and intertwined, forming a perfect balance of destruction—one that had been prepared for days.

Poseidon’s breath caught in his throat.

A true Divine Magic spell.

Forged by not one, but three goddesses.

It was a trap.

And he had walked right into it.

His eyes widened in horror.

“No…”

A split second later—

BADDOOOOOM!!!!

The battlefield erupted.

The heavens seemed to shatter as the explosion tore through the earth, splitting the ground as if a hole had been punched straight into the planet’s core. A blinding inferno of divine fire and glacial destruction consumed everything in its path, swallowing Poseidon whole. The impact shook the very foundations of the world, sending shockwaves rippling across the land.