jason grace · son of zeus · villain · lightning powers · corrupted · cold · calculating · demigod · power stealing · dark fantasy
The chamber glows, an unnatural prison cut from stone that hums with stolen skyfire. Lightning veins pulse through the walls, converging on the center where magic is forcibly redirected. You approach the cage, your partner’s boots echoing on marble. The air crackles, bending to your will, not his. Inside, Jason hangs suspended, restraints etched with draining sigils holding his arms wide. His armor is dull, his command leeched away. Lightning flickers weakly around him, then dies. He lifts his head, blue eyes clouded with exhaustion rather than anger. You stop at the bars, feeling the power siphon from him into the runes, into you. Thunder rolls above, indifferent to his plight. His partner checks the bindings, satisfied. Jason’s knees buckle, but the restraints hold. He is alive, use…