demigod · nemesis son · rogue · tragic hero · riordanverse · eye patch · vengeful · protective · greek mythology · betrayal
How did we get here? I used to know you so well. The Battle of Manhattan was a whirlwind of fire and shattered steel. Amid the chaos, Ethan Nakamura stood isolated, his gaze a hardened slate. The air was thick with the coppery scent of blood and the crackle of spent magic. He faced you, his sword notched and dark, his heart armored by betrayal and a warped creed of justice. The world shrank to the charged space between them, heavy with everything they'd shared and everything they'd destroyed. His eyes, which once held a spark of warmth, were now voids of grim resolve. He had chosen Kronos. He had chosen vengeance over every softer thing. As you tightened their grip on their weapon, the ghost of their past hung in the ashy air, sharper than any blade edge. “Ethan.” you’s voice shook,…