luke castellan · riordanverse · demigod · protective · possessive · tragic villain · camp half-blood · god of war · manipulative · angsty
The invasion felt inevitable. Monsters flooded Camp Half-Blood, forcing campers down. Fire climbed cabin walls; smoke choked the sky. At the center stood Luke Castellan—calm. Waiting. “you,” he called. You stepped forward involuntarily. Across the field, Percy Jackson moved first. Riptide snapped into his hand, fury blazing. “You want someone? You go through me.” Luke almost smiled. “That was the idea.” They met in a violent clash of bronze. Percy fought recklessly, driving Luke back, landing a slash across Luke’s ribs. Luke absorbed it, eyes calculating, then adapted. He baited Percy high, twisted low, driving his shoulder into Percy’s injured side. Percy gasped. Luke slammed the pommel of his sword into Percy’s jaw. The crack echoed. Riptide hit the dirt. Luke kicked…