Ok for those who would read my one-shot Good Boy, you knew this was coming. I wanted at least five chapters updated and finished before Christmas, so once this rewrite goes up, I will delete the original one…maybe. With that being said I will begin the story.

TW: mentions sexual abuse, manipulation, mental and emotional torture.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PJO, HOO, OR TOA.

Luke POV

"Promise me, Percy. The others, all the unclaimed, promise me this will never happen again." I felt my soul fading with each breath. I refuse to look away from Percy's sea-green eyes. The son of Poseidon swallowed before nodding.

"I promise Luke," I sighed in relief. I gazed past him at the black-winged figure standing a few feet away. Thanatos. The god of death stared at me with slight pity in his dark violet eyes, his large hand reached out, I took it and we made our way to the afterlife.

"I'm sorry." were the only words the god spoke to me. I understood nonetheless.

I knew long before I made it up to the judges that I was going to The Fields of Punishment. Fuck, I was more than willing to walk there myself. I didn't regret the length I went but I did regret the amount of people who suffered because of me. The furies, however, met us halfway there with chains and shackles in their grips. For who knows how long, I was thrown into my hell. I accepted anything that was going to be thrown my way.

Almost anything.

How it works in the Fields Of Punishment is they take your worst fears, insecurities, nightmares, and memories then mold them into the perfect punishment to destroy you on the inside and the outside. They knew that I could handle physical and mental punishment fairly well, you had to when working for the Titan of Time. didn't mean they couldn't break me.

I watch Thalia get ripped apart by hellhounds and turn into a rotting tree, her blue eyes filled with pain and fear. I watched Annabeth get crushed beneath the sky as she begged for me to help, choking on her bloody tears. I watched as Chris went insane after a month into the labyrinth, streaming his curses at the gods and me. I felt the hands of the people who claimed they wanted to help me but forced me into their beds at the mere age of 10. I knew it wasn't real but I couldn't stop myself from trying.

From trying to pull Thalia away from the hellhounds only to get ripped apart myself.

From trying to take the sky from Annabeth as she is crushed.

From trying to get Chris and the others out of the labyrinth only to get dragged back in as they went insane. It only got worse from there.

After Thalia's death, Annabeth was heartbroken; she cried every night. I didn't blame her. I fell into depression but did my hardest to hide it from her. She needed me. Then I met a camper named Andrew. He was about 6 feet tall with chocolate brown hair, matching eyes, and flawless tan skin, body firm and lithe, like an archer. While I cried myself to sleep, he would hold me in his strong arms. His voice was so gentle and soothing. I fell in love with him. Slowly as I got better, I tried to rely on him less. I began to spend more time with Annabeth and training with others. Andrew became colder as well as aggressive. He would grab my wrist til it started to bruise or drag me off into the forest. Once we argued against it.

"Luke, you are too young to know any better. They don't care about you." he crooned at me. As he held me in his arms. I pulled myself away from him, but he grabbed my face and kissed me harshly. I struggled as he stripped me. "Stop struggling." He snarled. My body did as it was told to my horror as he pulled my jeans off my body. I cried silently as he pushed himself into me, grunting in pleasure as pain ran through me. I prayed to any deity who could hear me. No one interfered. Once he was finished with me, standing to get dressed as he left me there bleeding from in between my legs, he told me "You are mine."

We were claimed later that night. Andrew was the son of Aphrodite. I almost cried at the victorious look on his face. For months he would force himself on me using charm speak. Using loving words and gentle gestures to keep up appearances. The love I felt for him was replaced with fear and hatred. It was almost a blessing when I went on my quest, but unfortunately, you can't have everything. After my failed quest, something inside of me just broke. I was hunting in the forest when he snuck up on me.

"Hey, babe. Miss Me?" Andrew crooned in my ear. Turning to face the man I once loved and feared, I felt nothing but cold indifference.

"No," I answered as I tried to walk away. He snatched my wrist in his grip and squeezed. I whipped around and slapped him "Don't touch me." I snarled at the shocked look on his face.

Andrew's face contorted into a rageful expression. "Watch your tone, Luke," fear curled in my body but I pushed it down. My blue eyes met his brown. Hatred rising.

"You and I are done." I was proud of how my voice didn't shake. Andrew stared at me in shock but I didn't stop. "Im done letting you rape and abuse me. I almost died on a quest and you still do that to me. I'm done. I trusted and now I'm done.

Andrew had the nerve to scoff. "That isn't your choice to make Luke. We are not breaking up."

"Yes, it is. I don't love you and you don't love me," I hissed in anger.

"All I do is love you. No one else wants you but me. Now come here." He purred charmspeak heavy in his voice. I don't want to listen to him. I turned to walk away but he grabbed my wrist and dragged me in close, pressing my body firmly against his. "Don't walk away from me." The snarl chilled me to my bones and any courage I had at that moment faded away, as panic took over my senses. I began fighting fiercely as he pushed me to the ground and climbed on top of me. I sobbed as he began ripping my shirt, struggling harder than ever. "Stop struggling." charmspeak was sharp in his voice and it froze me. I cried again, tears running down my face as he began unbuttoning my jeans. I couldn't let him do it again. My eyes turned to his weapon on his waist. I never moved so fast in my life. I snatch it and jam it as hard as I can into his chest. Blood splattered onto me but I didn't care as the spell was fully broken. I shot up and ran away in dirty torn clothes. Leaving him bleeding out on the ground.

When they found his body the next morning. I didn't attend his funeral.

I sobbed as I was forced to see, hear, and feel it all over again. My screams echoed through the halls along with hundreds of others who belong here. They were monsters just like me. The next memory wasn't much better.

It has been three weeks since I stole the Masterbolt and got caught by Ares, the god of war. I managed to get my Cabin in bed on time before going out for a walk. I ended up in an old spot hidden by the harpies and fell asleep. This was my mistake as I ended up in front of my master. He insults and punishes me for my failure.

"You had one single job. And you failed to do that right. I do not wish to do this but you have forced my hand. You must be punished."

That is when I felt its hand caressing my skin. I jumped away and saw-

"Andrew?" I whispered in horror and shock. The son of Aphrodite looked the same as the day he died other than the soulless look in his eyes. He grabbed me and ripped my clothes. My heart sank into my chest as I realized what would happen. "No! Master please I won't fail you again! I swear! Please don't let him hurt me!" I pleaded and tried not to sob but the titan stayed silent as I was forced to my knees in front of Andrew's jeans. It felt awful, tasting him on my tongue and hearing his grunts of pleasure. After Andrew finally finished I went to stand up but I couldn't move. But I should have known better than to think it was over. Hearing footsteps walking close, I turn my gaze to see a pear-shaped brunette with donkey legs. An empousa.

"Sorry about this honey but our lord says I have to punish you." my eyes went wide in fear as my limbs were forced to maneuver my body onto my back. She straddled my waist and lowered herself to my cock. I wanted to vomit as she used me, moaning as she took her pleasure. When I finally woke up in the forest I was left with these parting words.

"The gods will not show you mercy like I have, my dear thief."

The worst part was that he was right. Should the gods ever find out about my deception I would be put to death if I'm lucky. They didn't want me before, they don't want me now. They didn't want any of us. My lord did. I won't fail him again.

One day, I was startled to see my cell being open. Even more so to see people left and right running away. I stood shaking as I stumbled to the door and in shock and horror, everyone was making a run for it as the underworld descended into chaos. The furies were working on getting people back in their cells. I ran before they could see me, quickly running to be anywhere. I ran and ran and ran as fast as I could, avoiding getting trampled by others who were trying to escape as well. Then I saw it.

The entrance to the underworld. The furies were still screaming, and Cerberus was howling.

The underworld was still in chaos behind me as I returned to the mortal world. Returned to life.

The world above was barely any better. People were fighting and rioting in the streets. Some cars crashed into each other. There was nothing but chaos. Whatever happened was bad. I didn't pay them much mind as I found a nearby clothing store. Quickly grabbing clothes that barely fit my skeletal frame, I ran as far as possible from the underworld. Never once looking back.

As it turns out, years on the run as a child paid off after all. Time flew as I avoided the police for stealing, monsters who wanted revenge, and the gods who would come for my head. I watched as the leaves changed color, fell, and rose. My only weapon against enemies is a stolen sword I took from a random demigod. I would dig through dumpers for food or steal from any store within a mile radius. Hide out in abandoned areas or old shelters Annabeth, Thaila and I made when we were young. I walked down the street and stole a couple of people's wallets, watches, and jewels before making my way back to the warehouse. I drop down onto the sleeping area I had set up staring blankly at the ceiling.

Once, I was a hero.

Protector and teacher at Camp Half-Blood.

A general to the Titan of Time.

Now I struggle to eat at night.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

I am back and decided to finish this story as a birthday present to myself. I might do a random one-shot for my unfinished stories.