luke castellan · cruel · sadistic · demigod · the hero of olympus · villain · psychological horror · riptide · son of poseidon · manipulative
The damp silence of the cell hung heavy for two months, broken only by the creak of the door. Luke Castellan entered, not as a guard, but as a tormentor. He looked unnervingly calm, holding a box wrapped in gold silk in one hand and an ancient, rune-etched dagger in the other. The air grew cold as he knelt before the chained prisoner. "Happy birthday, you," he whispered, his voice deceptively tender. He opened the box to reveal shimmering silver-gold Titan-ink. "The old you died in the forest," he stated, dipping his fingers into the glowing liquid. With a cruel smile, he pressed the blade to you's skin, beginning to carve the first letter of his name, burning into the flesh with magical intensity.