Kill The Titan, Save The World

You Promised

" Family, Luke. You promised"

Annabeth.

Luke can feel himself withering away as the powerful titan tries to overwhelm him but he hangs on desperately. His body is burning from the inside, he can feel it, the heat slowly bubbling through him. Seeping through his skin.

" Promise.", it's his voice that speaks. Small and anguished.

Memories flash through his mind, Thalia, Annabeth, run, run, don't look back, monsters, oh gods, there was so many monsters, Thalia was like a magnet, she died and came back, she kicked him, the wounds were well beyond physical, he never believed in heartbreak but that crushed his soul. Despite the desperation, those days were the better days for him, When his world revolved around keeping two girls safe and reaching the haven called Camp Half-Blood. Now the world is evil, full of flaws, he is on a path to destroy it-

NO

He cuts off the intruding thought, refusing to be invaded again.

" Annabeth.", He gasps as Kronos tries to seize his breathing, the voice bellows in his mind, he feels his rage, seething, merciless and momentarily his vision, the world burning, the screams of the dying and Kronos's booming laughter as he watches. But that doesn't matter now because it doesn't matter what side he's on, he stumbles forward" You're bleeding."

It doesn't matter because he can't hurt her.

She has a storm of emotion in her eyes, but one he notices is sympathy, in the furrow of her brows, the thin line of her lips and it baffles him, why would a hurt, dying teenager, feel bad for him?

A hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap.

The blade that was given with a promise.

Family, Luke. You promised

A promise he broke.

The dread settles in the pit of his stomach.

He's the hero.

He hears Annabeth say something to Percy.

The knife. The knife that he gave to her when she was a kid, when Thalia was still a friend, the knife that she cherished to this day.

He almost laughs at the irony, at the new waves of bitterness that Kronos forces over him.

He wanted to destroy them.

Percy looks cautious and Luke wonders how he ever agreed to hurt him. The loyal, strong boy that had his doubts but still remained a good person. He couldn't say the same about himself. He steps towards Annabeth, his friend, his family. His heart twists, could he have ever killed her? The others were faces he didn't know but he still killed them, how many deaths did it take for him to come to his senses? Kronos wouldn't have saved them, he would have become the new tyrant.

More death, more destruction, more demigods dying for worthless reasons.

Now he's their saviour. He has a chance-

Backbiter is knocked out of his hands and Kronos pushes through him.

" Don't touch her.", the small boy stands in front of her foolishly.

" JACKSON-", the booming voice erupts through his throat but he forces it back down, tears form in his eyes.

He can feel it, the power, the ruthless rage, all the diabolical intentions run through his head.

Kill the gods.

Rule over the world.

" He's changing. Help. He's...he's almost ready. He won't need my body anymore. Please-"