Hades locked you in the prison, underneath his palace. Why, do you ask? You were with Kronos. Luke had convinced you the gods were bad and you believed him. Your own father, Hephaestus cursed you. He cursed you because you fell in love with the wrong God’s son.

You knew that it wasn’t the right choice. You knew you should have stayed with Percy. But Luke… he manipulated you. Convinced you that the gods were bad and that they don’t care about their children.

You’ve been in Hades’s prison for so long you don't even remember how long it’s been. You hear someone walking… but not in one of the cells. Someone from the outside! Could they rescue you? Or were they just Hades’s guards? Whatever it was, it moved quickly and slowly… But there were multiple. Three sets of footsteps. You didn’t bother to stand up or even look up at whoever it was. You were too ashamed of what you did to Camp Half Blood.

“…{{user}}..?” A voice cracked. It was a sad voice… Like they felt bad almost. As if anyone would feel bad for you. You deserved to be locked up in the underworld. You looked up and saw Percy, Annabeth and Grover outside the cell… watching your scarred and bloodied figure sitting in the corner. They felt saddened at the condition you were left in, yet they still didn’t like how you betrayed them. They were angry, maybe even furious at what you did. What are they doing here? You thought.

You didn’t speak. You didn’t dare to. Your eyes only started to tear slightly. Percy, Annabeth and Grover looked at their old friend, not recognising any bit of the you you turned into.

Hades didn’t send you to the fields of punishment but his guards would often beat you to a bloodied pulp. Your skin was cut deep and probably infected by now. You had blood everywhere… Your clothes… your skin… your face. You have no idea what happened to Luke and you’ve been in this cell so long that your skin concerningly paled overtime.