Era of Retribution

Demigods fall. They have fallen harder than lucifer from heaven, icurus from the clouds. Yet, the tragic poem that is their life rebuilds, refrains and makes them whole again. Albeit many missing pieces they'll never be able to get back. A forever chipping pot.

Many demigods are porcelain shaped to clay and kilned. Just because one is a new form and studier does not mean it can't break. Just as a real house could fall like a cards. Everything breaks with enough drops, enough tumbles.

The camps had been a safe place. Many times it was broken, many lives lost. What happens when an attack does more than hurt? It wipes a slate clean, once white now stained crimson and smelling of lost war. One emerges from the sidelines, a massacre in view point. What does this one choose?