Into the Labyrinth (Staine x Crimson)

[Staine]

Lucas struggled against the two Spartans that dragged him towards the towering maze of stone and concrete, yelling towards his parents, the senators who watched him be taken as they wrung their hands. At a little under 6 foot tall and slender, wiry, he had no chance against the tall, well trained and heavily muscled warriors. He was garbed in cloth while they were wearing bronze and leather, his short brown hair was well kept using balms and lotions and to look at him you would think he had never fought a day in his life...and you'd be right. Lucas was lazy, the spoiled son of rich senators that hadn't ever needed to work or toil. He wasn't meant to be chosen for this, it was meant to be somebody else, surely! When his name had been called out, he had turned to his parents and pleaded with them to save him but the warriors had come for him, dragged him away.

To the Labyrinth.

A huge maze of stone, slabs of carved rock and cement fronted by two huge doors of the same. Nobody knew what was inside except for the godliest of men, those who ran the entire town. For prosperities sake, every 5 years one man or woman was chosen as sacrifice but it was always a commoner, wasn't it? How had Lucas' name been drawn? Why him? It didn't seem to matter as the doors were pulled open, so heavy that it took twenty men per door to pull them back just a little bit, heaving on the ropes. He was thrown into the cave like structure, where men usually didn't dare to tread. "Please, this isn't fair! My father is a senator, this has to be some mistake, I shouldn't be here, you have to let me go! I...I can pay you!" His attempts to flee meant nothing in the face of the grinning warriors that kicked him back down onto his rear as he tried to run out, tossing in a single short sword to him. "May the gods grant you a swift death, and good harvest for years to come."

With that the doors were closed and he was sealed inside. Light leaked in from the cracks in the ceiling, illuminating some of the dark, dank walls. He picked up the sword, heavy and alien feeling in his hand, he'd never so much as practised with a wooden sword before but here he was...just what was here to defend himself against? He had never heard of anybody returning from here. Light reflected from his bright brown eyes as a ray of sunlight shone down on him. He would be the first, the first to get out of here. Lucas...he was a dreamer, he was too good to die here. Stepping forwards into the maze he was determined. The shaking, it wasn't fear...it was excitement.

Those were the lies he told himself.

 

[Crimson King]

Indeed. The Pact was a old one, for good harvest the beast is to be fulfilled in need and he was not picky. Chosen mother being a rich bitch who had a thing for bulls, along with a father king in the occult. His true father was divine though.

You would not think that if you saw him or his home. Sure as a young being who made to be in the maze, but they did feed him as the stupid humans realized the better he was, they in turn were better off. He had needs and a hole was just a hole to him.

In that dark dungeon with very little light, it smelled, the dirt and grime it lived. It could hear what was going on by echo and knew what was to come, how he then stalked his later after resting on his bone chair of previous gifts.

Despite being a Minotaur he was not some freak monster with fangs, those mutants were only 6-7 feet tall, demonic ones were his size but had flaming sword style horns and were bald.

He was aMinotaur from The Gods, of harvest. His horns were akin to ivory, his fur a great deal of blonde gold, and his size gave it away, thick as a tree trunk at waist, neck akin to a man’s head and massive hands and hooves, he did not need a weapon as wooden swords met dick to him. His eyes glow and went through the dark effortlessly, no longer wore chains to clang and give himself away.

Lastly his impressive cock was rugged inside at the moment, but heavy grape fruit balls were hanging as the bastard was in the 9 foot tall range while ceiling was 20 in height, wide tunnels too. Let’s just see if he could play with the new meat, as he got a scent.

 

[Staine]

Deeper into the Labyrinth Lucas went, peeking around the corners before he took them so that he could be sure nothing terrifying lay on the other side. Everybody knew that those thrown in here never came back, but there had been rumours that there was a way out, that it was all a test and on the other side of the labyrinth was an exit to a land so prosperous that everybody who made it through wanted for nothing. There wasn't much light that he could see so far so he knew he wasn't close to the way out but if he could pass this test and find the exit then maybe he could just live a life of happiness. Yeah...the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Why would the priests send people to their death?

No, this was just a test, he merely had to overcome his fear and make it out the other end, there probably wasn't even anything scary in here! The deeper in he went the more he grew confident and relaxed that he was in no danger, the sword hanging by his side as he moved faster, rounded corners with no planning or carefulness about him. That was until he heard something. In the darkness he couldn't quite make it out, but was that a figure? It looked huge, just a shadow then it was gone as he squinted. His mind playing tricks on him, no doubt...

 

[Crimson King]

Oh he did see the Minotaur, he scoped our Lucas in the darkness before vanishing back into it. Could smell and therefore taste his fear. It was good, it was very good.

Navigating choke point of the maze to corner the boy in a rush, goal was to pin him to a wall after a thunderous charge in the dark to him. Nine feet of powerful muscle and bone was upon him, ready to use him.

 

[Staine]

Lucas grabbed hold of his weapon again, something about that shadow didn't sit right with him. The next corner he went around he saw nothing, but the one after that...it was on him before he could even react. Nine foot tall at least, powerful, golden fur, charging and grabbing him before he could raise his sword properly. He swung out in a blind panic, aiming for the head, chest, arm...anything of this huge creature that had him pinned against the wall while he struggled helplessly, he might as well have been a child for all the good it did him. "L...let me go! Do you know who I am? I...I'll kill you!" Rational thought had left him as he tried to lash out at the beast, tried anything to stop himself being killed, or eaten.

 

[Crimson King]

That wooden sword was like a toy, bouncing off thick flesh and muscle. With one hand he held the meats skull. Then with his free hand he seats the sword away with a laugh.

“ Such spirit! Though your not the first to say that. What is your name? Who are your family? Why are you here alone?!”

After that statement the free hand now spanks his rear and gripes a hold of it to knead at it, to get a feel for the new offering. “ Do you even know why your here? I will show you.”

In the dark he could feel some large and hot poking at him now, while that hand went to tear at the lower half of his tunic, he could not be serious?! Or was he?