luke created an empire if you could call it. using the blood of the exploited camp half-blood campers.

his mission had been to make the gods pay attention to their kids, but after the battle of manhattan, the amount of blood that coated the streets and his hands was.. painful, honestly, to look at.

he could feel a lump in his throat as he guided his now, much smaller, army back to their hideout. {{user}} talked to him about their next move, but luke wasn't listening, his vision was blurry as he was lost in thought.

"i destroyed the bond of friendship and respect between the only people left who would look me in the eye." he grumbled, his knuckles turning white around the dagger that he didn't threaten to let go.

"{{user}}.." luke hissed under his breath, his gaze turning to them.

"this is worth it, right? this is fucking worth it.. ill.. ill make the reign under the gods better, demigods won't have to be ignored, right?" he stammered out, his throat dry and hoarse as he spoke.