Chiaroscuro

by Waldeinsamkeit x Kilig

Louis has always felt different, he doesn't have any recollection of his past. When his life ends, he finds himself unraveling the secrets of his forgotten life. The information that gets revealed however is something, that even the gods couldn't have imagined. However sometimes, what lies in the past should better be left to rest, will he ever find what he's missing?

1. Prologue

Disclaimer:

Although this should be clear, I still feel entitled to say this: all the Characters except the OC's are not my property, the rights to them belong to Mr. Rick Riordan. Also the backstory, looks and behavior of characters is altered.

3rd pov:

The elderly man on the bed sighed as he took a few shaky breaths. "You're doing great" said a gentle voice near him. He opened is watery eyes and blinked to look at the young man sitting next to his bed, who at this very moment seemed to resemble an angel straight from heaven. Honey colored hair was cast by a ray of light at the perfect angle, making the silky locks shine like a halo around the delicately handsome face. Warm, steady finger closed around the elderly man's wrist as the young male encouraged the senior lying in front of him to take deep breaths.

The young blond leaned over the bed of the and gently embraced his shivering patient in a warm hug as if to calm him down. "You're doing really great", he repeated, while slowly letting his powers wash over the flickering remains of what was once the essence of a healthy human life. Gently, he looked into the old man's eyes and firmly said: "Karl, I will guide you through every step of your journey, don't you worry." He felt a familiar tug in his gut as the life in front of him truly ended; quickly he leaned forward and grasped the fleeting soul with his powers. He then slowly stood up and closed the eyes of the corpse in front of him.

Hesitantly he let out his breath in relief, that he had been holding in through the entire process while binding the soul temporarily to his own. He was tired since the feat he had managed to achieve today wasn't so easy to accomplish. He stood up and left the room.

While he walked through the door, he nodded to the elderly woman standing just outside and she smiled a bit gloomily "you were right, as always", she murmured and he patted her shoulder; "don't be sad aunt Sylvie, you know it had to happen sooner or later" he said and she nodded with some remaining sadness in her eyes. "I am glad that you're here." she said. "You are always so gentle with them Lucien, I don't know how you mange to stay so calm every time". He shook his head, smiling a little, "I just feel instinctively what kind of guidance they need, and even though it is sad that he had to leave, at least we know that he did so without fear of it."

The intelligent hazel eyes of his caretaker looked at him with appreciation. "You truly are a gift of the gods Lucien." She rubbed her eyes a bit and then went to call the house doctor to get the death certificate.