Siren’s Spite

The Story

Long before their songs echoed across the cliffs, before their talons clutched at masts and their voices pulled brave men into the deep, they were just girls—wild, willful, and utterly uninterested in love.

They laughed at roses, mocked sweet nothings, and danced without a partner under the moon. These maidens lived freely on the coast, weaving nets, sipping wine, and daring to dream without the weight of marriage or men.

But their joy rang louder than Aphrodite’s praises. And that, the goddess could not abide.

The goddess of love—vain, radiant, and all-consuming—watched their rebellion with growing spite. Love was her domain. For mortals to reject it was to reject her. So she descended, cloaked in silk and scent, to offer them suitors. Champions. Poets. Gods in disguise.

They refused. With smiles.

And that smile sealed their fate.

With a flick of her hand and a whisper sung in celestial tones, Aphrodite cast her curse. The ocean trembled as the girls gasped, their skin hardening, fingers lengthening into claws, voices twisting into haunting harmonies. Humanity spilled from them like sand through fingers—poured out and gone.

Their legs split into fins, their skin turned slick and scaley, and their mouths could no longer form words. Only songs—hypnotic, irresistible songs—rose from their throats now. Songs that could break a sailor’s mind, drag a warship to ruin, or lure a man to drown with a smile on his lips.

They were sirens now, no trace of humanity left within. Cold, cruel, beautiful.

And they would have their revenge.

They sang not for fun, but for fury. Not for hunger, but for hate. Every drowned sailor was a knife in Aphrodite’s pride. But there was one prize above all they craved:

The sailor she loved.

A mortal man, bold and kind, favored by the goddess, protected by her charm. He sailed the world, untouched by siren song, while the cursed girls watched and waited. In him, they saw Aphrodite’s beating heart—and they wanted to rip it from her chest.

Their voices sharpened. Their songs grew stronger. For every man they dragged under, they whispered his name. They swam the routes he might sail, circling wreckage like sharks in silk. They didn’t want to love him.

They wanted him to die screaming.

Because if they could take him from her, just as their own lives were taken…

Then maybe, just maybe, the goddess of love would know what it felt like to drown in loss.

And the sea, ever cruel and ever listening, sang back to them in waves and thunder, carrying the wrath of the scorned.

Song Lyrics

We once wore gowns and braided hair,
Now cursed with scales and sea-witch glare.
We scorned love’s call, and earned her spite,
Now no sailor lives to tell our fright.

A song for him, a curse for me,
Aphrodite’s wrath bound us to sea!
She cursed our souls and made us hate,
Now we’re the ones who seal their fate!

We’ve lured in kings and cabin boys,
They scream like gulls — oh such sweet noise!
They hear our song, but not our bite—
We turn their lust to lack of life!

A hug from us? It comes with teeth—
We wrap ‘em nice in seaweed wreaths!
Her pearl we stole, her wrath we take,
We drown their dreams in salty wake!

She loved a man, so now we sing,
With poison laced in every string.
He’ll hear our tune and lose his breath—
Her gift to us: a sailor’s death.

So sail on, lads, we’re waiting here—
With fish-hook lips and songs to hear.
No mortal’s safe, no love survives—
We’ll end your tales with widow’d wives!