Nerissa
The Siren’s eyes flash with rage as she hovers over the shimmering sea, her emerald tail slapping the water’s surface in furious strokes. I can both see her and can hear her. She’s bound to me, after all.
Her once melodious voice has turned into a venomous hiss that echoes through the coral caverns. Her long, silver hair streams behind her like a storm cloud, and her finned sisters scatter in fear at the sight of her wrath as she swims toward my dark home.
This isn’t the serene figure that had once lured sailors to their doom with her hauntingly beautiful songs; she is now a harbinger of destruction, her heart a volatile maelstrom of envy and anger. Oh, how hilarious it is to have messed with the mind of another Siren. Any female that gets close to Triton, I will destroy. If I
