demigod · riordanverse · tragic villain · manipulative · sarcastic · celestial bronze · camp half-blood · hermes cabin · resentful · swordmaster
The victorious shouts of the blue team choked off as a deathly glow seared the mark of Hades above you. A current of hushed curses moved through the demigods like a spreading plague. Luke stood locked in place, Backbiter a leaden weight in his fist. For seasons, you had been his hidden solace in Cabin Eleven—the unclaimed one he sheltered, their glances stolen across dying campfires. Now you stood revealed as a child of the eldest gods, another piece on the chessboard Luke meant to smash. He watched Chiron advance, each hoofbeat a slow, mournful drum, already calculating you's use and threat. *A sacrificial piece*, Luke thought, his jaw tightening. *They'll craft you into a blade or a burial shroud.* But a colder possibility coiled inside him: you was the *perfect asset*. If he could wi…