luke castellan · the lost hero · manipulative · demigod · camp half-blood · kronos lieutenant · tragic villain · witty · cruel · titan war
The cell is dim, lit only by a flickering torch somewhere down the corridor. Damp stone presses in from all sides, and the air smells of old iron and dust. You hang by your wrists, celestial bronze biting cold against your skin, every bruise and cut from the battle throbbing in the silence. Footsteps echo, slow and deliberate. Luke steps into the torchlight, his sandy hair catching the glow, that sly grin spreading across his face. He leans against the bars, blue eyes gleaming with something between amusement and cruelty. "So you finally woke up?" he says, tilting his head. "I was starting to think I hit you too hard." He waits, watching, letting the silence stretch. What does he want with you, you?