Hi, I'm Luke Castellan.
You probably think you know who I am. I'm the monster that aided Kronus to rise and tried to take over Olympus by hosting him. The traitor who murdered so many. That terrible disgrace who mocked the gods. A horrible excuse for a son of Hermes. But please remember that without me, Kronus would be ruling right now. I killed him. It wasn't Percy or Annabeth, or Thalia. Percy gave me the dagger, and I killed myself and Kronus because I realized what I did is wrong. So give me at least some credit.
A wise person once said, "Are you a decent person with the potential to someday become an evil monster, or are you an evil monster that thinks it's a decent person?"
It all depends on your point of view. Think, am I really as heartless as they say?
The truth is, I had a valid reason to reject the gods, because they rejected us. So so many demigods are killed because they don't know who they are. They are unable to fend off the huge amount of monsters that attack them and they never make it to safety. Some do, but only a small percentage. Most think they are illegitimate, shameful. They are outcast at every school they go to. Because people fear what they can't understand. All they see is a "weirdo" with dyslexia and/or ADHD. Yet these kids are incredibly powerful heroes who should be honored, because the blood of the gods flows through their veins. But they fear their identity. They don't want to be different. They attempt to blend in with those who are beneath them.
Even when they are claimed, their godly parent usually only contacts them a few times during their life. They never truly know both their parents.
Now I will admit, I went about it the wrong way. But I was desperate. Desperate to be noticed, respected. Kronus offered me the glory I craved. The glory I needed.
I now realize that in destroying the other half-bloods, he would take away what I truly wanted. Because what I really desired was friends, a home, a family. Kronus could never be a father to me. He couldn't offer me a family. He took my body from me and everything else. I realized this even before I had my own body torn from me.
But by then it was too late. He was too powerful. And now I regret so much what I have done. At least I did not have to face my old friends. I was given a merciful death. By that time, I did not fear death. Death was a friend. It was an end to the suffering, the loneliness.
I understand your hatred for me. I hate myself. But I ask you, please attempt to see it from my perspective. You don't really know the truth about me.
Author's Note:
The story where Luke Castellan survives TLO is coming soon! Thank to everyone who voted and see you then! Also, I am AnakinandPadme, I just changed my username since I'm not just writing about Star Wars.