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The Light shines in the Darkness, and the Darkness has not overcome it.
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The raging against the dying of the light is a soul-taxing act, so she's been flickering on and off, too dim to shine and too broken to be fixed.
Portia Youngblood lived the Manhattan fast life of riding the waves that pushed and pulled her from personal life to business life. She had come from a small town in Connecticut to work as a broadcaster at the CNN. The fleeting moments of actual human affection came to her in the form of a face on the streets or star-studded, billboard models. Hades came to her and slowed her whole world down, teaching her to live (and die) in the process.
He appeared as a mortal supervisor sent to observe and critique Portia’s performance, however he hardly kept up with his “Job” and began getting far too personal with Portia. Their relationship quickly vaulted the professional world of properness and quickly became something far too touchy. Hades hardly spared her any humility and was quick to show interest in being with Portia romantically. He brought her flowers, gave her longing stares, and dropped the occasional innuendo here-and-there to make sure she got the hint.
It took some time to take Portia’s mind off work, but he eventually annoyed her to the point of realization. Hades took on a stunningly gorgeous mortal form, and she would not mind getting with him. Nevertheless, he was her superior and to begin a romantic relationship with him could risk her job.
That didn’t stop her from booking a hotel room for her and Hades to spend the night.
She wasn’t surprised at all when she woke up to see an empty place next to her. If she had woken up before him, she would’ve done the same. Portia got up and dressed for work. When she arrived Hades greeted her again. He told her who she was and what their child would become, which prompted a stringent reaction from Portia. She slapped him across the face when the word “child” danced around her ears and into her mind. In a rage of fury, Hades growled and hissed, visions of bone armour glimmered through the mist and into Portia’s vision. She knew how badly she messed up.
Portia continued working, and stopped when she could begin her maternity leave. The stress of knowing that monsters could be coming for child gave her night terrors, so she resorted to trying to contact any other demigod who could assist her with her children. Eventually, she came into contact with a member of the Broken Covenant, a son of Ares.
Tired, broken, and terrified, Portia willingly let the son of Ares, named Tristan Blackwell, into her life. He told her of the gods’ evilness and how it would be better for her daughter to go to the Broken Covenant. Tristan offered to stay with Portia until her child was of age. Her vulnerable state prompted her to say yes. However, Tristan became more than a household protector. All the time he spent with the confused and petrified woman brought them closer, and eventually they got together.
Lux was born, and a few years later Portia was married to Tristan. Portia got pregnant again, and while Lux was cast off to live in the shadow of her mother’s newfound love, she learned to get along with herself.
Tristan began training Lux and brainwashing her to think the gods were evil. She grew up with the ideology of a member, and eventually became proficient in the use of a bow. Tristan fought off monster attacks for her until she was able to do it herself.
In high school, Lux was popular and loved. Everything she wasn’t at home. She had fake friends that listened to her, but they were better than parents that barely acknowledged her. They had 2 other kids now, and Lux was hardly the light in their lives, but she had the luxury of the having all eyes on her... For at least eight hours of the day anyway. The troubling divide between her life at home and at school led her to a low degree of an identity crisis. If she was nothing and everything, who was she? Was she nothing? Did it matter if people liked her if the people who mattered the most couldn't care less?
Being ignored for most of her adolescent life instilled a depression that ran deep into Lux’s bones. She never harmed herself, but contemplated suicide frequently and feigned attempts of the forsaken act. All the friends and attention she got at school helped her brush it off, but she was still as lonely as ever. No one knew about the girl who could barely get her mother to look at her.
Lucky enough to be a child of the big three, she released her rage and distraught emotions whenever monsters attacked. Tristan’s brainwashing made her believe that satyrs were malicious too. One that wanted to send her to camp approached her after she finished slaying a hellhound; she shot an arrow through his heart. Tristan convinced her they were insidious beings that only wished to take her to the gods so she could be their slave.
When she turned seventeen and woke up to an empty house and a letter saying her family went on vacation without her, she was done. As a form of self-harm, she was going to take herself to Camp so that she could be tortured and actualize the agony she felt intrinsically.
Her surprise when she got to Camp hit her hard, and when she realized that Tristan manipulated her, she did not want to return back home.
Lux Youngblood 
