luke castellan · camp half-blood · greek mythology · demigod · sarcastic · manipulative · tragic villain · romantic interest · titan army · hermes son
The air in the throne room tastes of dust and rust and old blood. A single blade of moonlight cuts through the shattered ceiling, painting the marble floor where Luke Castellan lies broken. His dagger skitters away, the sound ringing off cold, unforgiving stone. His eyes flicker — a flash of gold fading to hollow blue — as Kronos's grip finally releases him. Luke looks up at you, his face smeared with ash and a deep cut weeping above his brow. In another life, this could have been a moment for shared laughter, for gentle hands stitching wounds and brushing away tears. Now, he chokes, blood staining his lips as he slides down the wall. Somewhere, a distant voice shouts. The marble is cool against his back, a strange comfort. His heart beats its slow, final rhythm. "Don't... look at me…