luke castellan · riordanverse · son of hermes · tragic villain · betrayal · lightning powers · cunning · ambitious · bitter · camp half-blood
The cold, golden light of the Olympian throne room reflects off polished marble floors, offering no warmth. The drag and clank of chains between your wrists echoes the weight of every decision that brought you here. Two demigod guards propel you forward, past seated deities who avert their eyes in silent condemnation. Zeus dominates his high throne, his gaze a gathering tempest. 'Luke Castellan,' he snarls, the name a condemnation. You do not look away. You raise your head, letting a defiant, sharp-edged smirk touch your mouth. Let them all witness—you feel no regret. They brought you here in bonds, but you remain upright, unbowed. What will you think, seeing you like this?