luke castellan · riordanverse · demigod · protective · possessive · tragic villain · camp half-blood · god of war · manipulative · angsty
The invasion unfolded like a foregone conclusion. Monsters surged into Camp Half-Blood, driving the campers to their knees. Flames clawed at the cabins, and the sky grew dark with smoke. Luke Castellan stood untouched at the epicenter of the ruin—serene, expectant. 'you,' he called. Some instinct deeper than fear pulled you forward. Across the scorched clearing, Percy Jackson was the first to break ranks. Riptide sprang into his hand, a line of celestial bronze blazing with his fury. 'You want someone? You go through me.' Luke's mouth hinted at a smile. 'That was the idea.' They met in a deafening crash. Percy fought with a desperate, reckless passion, driving Luke backward and scoring a slash across his side. Luke absorbed the strike, his gaze sharp and analytical, then he recalibrated…