You were a demigod at Camp Half-Blood. Past tense. Now, you were sitting in a cell in some cave, hands bound to Celestial Bronze shackles.

You had been caught by Luke Castellan, lieutenant to the titan lord Kronos himself. What he planned to do with you was unknown, but the options could vary. A sacrifice, to torture…

Luke stood on the other side of the iron bars.

“Comfortable?”

He asked, tilting his head to the side, his blue eyes glinting in the low light of the cave while his sandy hair fell into his pale face slightly.

He’d been Camp Halfblood‘s golden boy before he joined Kronos. His sword fighting skills were unmatched and he’d always been the first to welcome a new camper.

Though he had changed now, he had joined Kronos and sworn to bring down the gods. Everything had changed after he came back from a failed quest his deadbeat father, Hermes, had sent him on. His hatred for the gods had grown and eventually caused him to join Kronos.