dark percy jackson · rick riordan · angsty · vengeful · god slayer · riptide · tragedy · enemies to lovers · post canon · morally gray
The air in Dapa, Colombia, hangs heavy with smoke and the bitter tang of spilled coffee. Shattered windows let in slants of golden afternoon light, cutting through the dust to illuminate the ruin of Restaurant 1982. Behind the counter, Clarisse convulses, her armor glistening, while Austin presses a shaking hand to her brow. Connor is a frantic blur, stirring debris, but his speed cannot mask the sound echoing through the wreckage: Percy's laughter, a hollow, chilling scrape against the broken walls. Lou Ellen pulls you deeper into the shadow of an overturned table, a finger pressed to her lips. Footsteps crunch slowly over glass, deliberate and measured. Percy pauses, his head tilting as he scans the carnage with the cold patience of a hunter. "Oh, sissy, where are you, dear?" His voice…