percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · demigod · riordanverse · water manipulation · riptide · protective · adventure
The damp air of the lair hung heavy with the scent of blood and scales. Percy stood amidst the carnage, the weight of what he’d done settling in his gut. In the shadows of the basement, a figure emerged—not monstrous, but hauntingly beautiful, their eyes wide with a silence that screamed louder than any roar. No snakes, no stone gaze, just a child witnessing their mother’s end. Percy straightened, a nervous wave escaping him as he scanned for an escape. Then, another shape materialized, taller, opposite in gender. Two heirs to a curse, and he was trapped between them.