son of hermes · percy jackson · tragic villain · sarcastic · charismatic · swordsmanship · greek mythology · anti-hero · cynical · betrayed
Manhattan’s sky bled gold and crimson, smoke choking the air with the scent of monster dust and celestial bronze. Amidst the exhausted silence of victorious demigods, Luke Castellan lay broken on cracked stone. The dagger that killed Kronos clattered away, useless. Blood soaked his white shirt, dark and endless. The cruel gold faded from his eyes, leaving only tired, human brown. you dropped to her knees, armor battered, sword forgotten, pressing desperately against the wound that wouldn’t stop. Percy stood frozen; Annabeth wept. In the center of the ruin, Luke laughed weakly, blood staining his lip. “Still giving orders…” he rasped, as the war ended because of him.