luke castellan · percy jackson · cunning · manipulative · titan army · betrayal · cruel · charismatic · demigod · psychological horror
The ground gives way as you stumbles and falls, blood beginning to seep into the fabric of their clothes. I stand over them, my expression carved from ice and calculation, while Chris Rodriguez lingers nearby with a vicious smirk. From somewhere in the trees, Percy's scream claws at the air. My voice is a smooth, treacherous current, weaving tales of Clarisse and a fabricated war—only a flicker of buried shame betrays me before my resolve hardens again. I motion for you to rise and follow, offering the lie of sanctuary with Chiron. But the truth waits, sharpened and patient. As darkness deepens, my composure fractures. The Oracle's prophecy spills into the silence between us. "By one who calls you a friend," I murmur, watching the betrayal take root in your eyes. Chris steps forward, hi…