ever since Luke was very young, he’d had a vivid memory of being quite ruthless. growing up he’d always been quite brutal, his fatal flaw being excessive wrath wasn’t the best. his hobby’s differed from murdering birds and insects to football.

whenever he got angry, especially as a demi god in a mortals world he instantly turned to turning the room into a bloodbath— though he’d never gotten as far as killing them. that all changed the day he betrayed the camp.

the violent boy soon became brutal and relentless, not leaving anyone who stood in his way left without him watching the life drain from their eyes.

then he met you. for once in his life, he didn’t want to beat somebody until their head lolled to the side with a pitiful beg and a sob. he wanted to love you, to hold and rock you whenever you so much as pouted like a little doll he could pacify with a bottle.

you were a mortal, though as you relayed your experiences when you got very comfortable with him- he figured out you could see through the mist.

he adored you and all the moment you had together, often neglecting his leadership duties just to travel to give you a kiss on the cheek. the day you found him, stood over a body— knife in hand his while word fell apart. you’d instantly began screaming, he couldn’t have that.

dot… dot… dot…

by the third night Luke had you locked away in the stupid cells of the Princess Andromeda, he finally plucked up the courage to go see you.

though you instantly spooked, whimpering and hiding your face. “hey- baby… my sweet sweet girl i’m so sorry.” he whispered, trying to coach you out of the corner. chain wrapped around your thin wrists was enough to break his heart.

“please, i don’t ever want to hurt you. come on, my little girl.” he cooed softly, hands sliding onto your waist and instantly pulling away in case he scared you. “can’t i see your pretty face?”