𝙂𝙊𝙇𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿𝙎•𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙊𝙡𝙮𝙢𝙥𝙪𝙨•𝘓𝘊

Read- God Killer Series before this.

It had been a year. A quiet year. Too quiet.

The gods-silent. Monsters-scarce. Camp Half-Blood-steady, too steady, like a heart beating before it bursts. Twelve months without disaster, and the campers clung to it, desperate. They called it peace. But peace? Peace was a blade pressed to the throat.

Her name still lingered. Y/N L/N. The girl who shattered the heavens and stitched them back with bloodied hands. Daughter of Hades, leader of New Olympus. A name that lived in whispers, a shadow cast over campfires, a legend wrapped in flesh. She wasn't here, not often, but her absence howled louder than her presence ever did.

Then the boy came.

Barefoot. Bleeding. Needle-marked arms and eyes like broken mirrors. Silent. Empty. His very breath made the ground shudder, a tremor the camp pretended not to feel.

By dawn, the air soured. Peace rotted into dread. Far away, Y/N felt it-a string pulled taut, a bruise pressed too hard.

The past was clawing back, raw and feral. Some truths don't fade. Some scars never heal. Some wounds bleed forever.

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Tw: Intense traumatic events.

Reader x Luke Castellan
(But woven into a bigger story)

Read with caution.