Rewriting to improve writing.
"Gods are born out of the need of humans but they shall die at the hands of the ones they've wronged."
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The world of demigods has never been a safe one, plagued by monsters, the wrath of gods, and the impending d...
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He who seeks does not find, but he who does not seek will be found.
༺♥༻ Song- Hold on tight- Aespa (I thinkkkk it fits? Idk. Couldn't find anything better, feel free to recommend something if you wanntt<3)
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Luke had a thing for stumbling across kids of the big three. Shocked? Trust me, you're not as shocked as he was. The poor boy was about to label himself as 'Luke Castellan, son of hermes, magnet of kids of the big three'.
First it was Thalia, the daughter of Zeus. Then it was Percy, the son of Poseidon (ok maybe he didn't attract Percy as per say, but let him be dramatic) and now his new best friend was a daughter of Hades. Was there a secret sign attached to his back? He was holding himself back from checking.
The next few minutes were basically Luke trying to keep his eyes from looking at his dad, because that was making him mad, as well as trying to keep his friend from lashing out in anger. It was definitely anger, the way her hands shook as she clutched the slightly brittle envelope and the way she looked like she was going to lash out at Hermes any second now.
"He ignored me for more than a decade and all he could he manage was a fucking letter?"
Her words were like Greek fire on ice cold metal, burning through Hermes's toughened heart. His eyes softened as he sat up, his mouth opening like he was going to defend the God of the underworld, before being shut up by the envelope being slid back.
"Take it, I don't want it," Y/n said, standing up and muttering a quick 'excuse me', before turning around and walking to the washroom.
Luke stood up as well, immediately wanting to follow his friend, before being forced to sit down because of the way Hermes looked at him.
"Sit," He said, forcing the boy to comply and not follow the girl who had just walked off- clearly upset. His head followed her as she stormed away and into the washroom, probably to cool off or punch the mirror.
He could never be sure with the women around him.
"...Luke, I was forced to stay away from you and your mother. I loved you and still do son, can't you forgive me?" Hermes spoke, his voice low and calm like he had rehearsed this in front of the mirror a hundred times.
Luke wasn't listening, sad for the God, since his mind was already occupied with worry for his friend. His mind tuned out his dad as he reached out and took the envelope, tucking it into his sweatpants' pocket without another word. He understood her more than anyone, and he knew what he would've wanted someone else to do for him.
