102 A True Monster

After I felt the sweet release of death, there was a strange calm. An eerie silence. I had prepared myself for this a long time, over the years I was always ready to meet my death in this hallway. It had been my home as long as I could remember.

"Congratulations on passing the Willpower Trial," said a strange voice.

I woke up from my stupor and found myself young again. I was a ravishing 20-year-old handsome devil once again. Was it a dream? An Illusion? The power of Time? I dare not think about what could have caused me to be lost for so long in the hallway, then once again become young.

In front of me was an ancient gigantic gold-laden door with two hooped handles. It was obvious the next trial lay beyond this door. There was also another path that leads off to my right. That was probably the exit, for those who didn't have the stomach for another trial.

Nothing would stop me from pushing forward to this trial. After surviving the trial of willpower, my will had evolved. I had the patience and willpower of an aged old devil. I had experienced every moment that happened within that hallway, and the memory was fresh.

So many years spent walking, crawling, and clawing. If I didn't push forward this door that would all be for nothing. But I could not be rash. I needed time to prepare for the next trial. My body felt foreign to me.

All these rippling muscles and the strength that came with them were long-forgotten memories. I brought out Judgment to my hand and felt the weight of the hammer-ax. It was different than I remembered. For a long time, I had used Judgment as a cane within the hallway.

I remembered nothing of her weight or the sheer power behind moving her. The hallway must have been some type of illusion for this part to escape my notice. I started to question reality now, doubts and fears painted my mental scape.

'Was even my time spent with Ayla an illusion?'

'How much time has passed since I entered this cavern?'

'Is there even a token for The Labyrinth ahead? or is that another part of this cavern's nefarious scheme?'

I had to know the real from the fake. These thoughts were maddening me. I brought out my Codex and held it within my hands.

"Sybil are you there?" I said.

No response.

Why did I think the Codex would be useful in a time like this? I remembered in the Tutan World relic the Codex had gone mute while I completed my trials. It wouldn't help me while I completed relic trials.

That at least gave me some reassurance that I was in fact in a trial. Second-guessing my existence and what's going on is meaningless. The only thing that matters is I complete whatever lays ahead. I'll find out the answers to what I seek when I exit this place.

I was ready for what lay behind that door now, whatever it may be. I pushed open the massive door and found what lay beyond. I was not ready for this horror that lay behind that door. Why did I ever think I would be ready for this? I was forever scarred by the scene in front of me.

After entering the door I was transported into a medium-sized living room. This was someone's personal domicile. There was a satyr on the coach. A true monster, that was all I could call him. He looked like a humanoid goat, with long ram horns, long ears, and the tail of a goat to match. In front of him lay a gigantic phallus.

It was pulsating as he stroked it with such gusto. He then looked me deadpan in the eye while continuing to stroke his phallus. Why did this happen to me? How could I be so unlucky?

He continued to stroke his phallus, staring me in the eyes. Like it was some kind of contest. I did not understand what this trial was testing, but I wanted out. No treasure was worth staring down a monster as it did such obscene things.

It could not defeat me though, I continued to stare at the satyr as he stared at me. He had gotten into a rhythm, never stopping and never averting his gaze as he stared at me. Is this a second trial of willpower?

Eventually, after hours passed, his stroking came to an end, as he looked at me with a smile on his face.

"Welcome to my home, Soulless," said the satyr as he cleaned up the mess he had made.

"Forgive me, you interrupted me when I was doing important business. I'm glad you gave me the time to finish. My name's Zat and I will be the orchestrator of your final trial," he said as he walked up and put his hand out to shake mine. The same hand he had done such a foul act with in front of my very eyes.

I passed out on the spot, I couldn't handle this shameless monster. Important business? Starring me in the eyes as you did that? This sick pervert was worse than Jax, many times worse. He even let me sit there staring at him the whole time.

He knew I was on the defensive thinking I was in some type of trial. But he sat there and stared at me, with a poker face, as he played with himself. Not only that, but he also took hours to finish the deed. Like it was some kind of contest to see how long he could do it in front of me.

How could he even have the face to say that was important business? This was a true monster. I could never recover from this shame for my entire life. The foulest of monsters had defeated me.

"You okay there buddy?" said Zat as he woke me up. His phallus waving around as he stood over me.

"No," I said as horror lined my eyes.

"Well, at least you're coherent, that willpower trial sure is a dozy. It's okay to pass out after experiencing it. You're not the first or the last to be overcome by it. Don't think too much of it. At least you passed the trial. If you didn't, you would have turned to a rotten corpse."

"Don't worry, there's plenty of time before your last trial. Relax I've got plenty of food and wine here, come eat and drink and get to know your new buddy Zat," said Zat as he offered me a flagon of wine and some freshly filleted meat.

I shook off my horror and drank the wine; it was crisp and refreshing. The meat was tender and juicy; I had never tasted anything quite like this before. Zat sat next to me enjoying his wine and treats. Never covering his raging phallus. He was a true demented monster.

"So this is my home. You might be wondering how I could live so nicely in the middle of a hallway, luckily I'm not. This is the central hub for all those trifling willpower trials. All the doors lead to here," he said as he downed another glass of wine.

"Every challenger throughout many realms, come to your old buddy Zat to get a token to enter The Labyrinth. Some of those fools even attack me in my own home when they get ported here. Like I'm some kind of pushover? Luckily you weren't one of those."

"Why just yesterday I had some high elf come at me with a sword wouldn't you know it. I was just sitting here minding my own business, and he charged straight at me. Poor thing, he made quite the snack though. Elf meat is a rare delicacy." he said as he gobbled up another piece of the fillet.

"Devil meat's quite good too, sadly I don't have any in stock right now. Devils aren't as foolish as those high-strung elves. Your race is quite the interesting one. Always going about tempting souls and the such."

"The meat goes quite well with Soul Dew Wine. I've got some of that in stock. Here, try it, it will be quite good for your practice of. What does your race call it? Devilry, yea, that's it. Drink some of this and it will help in your devilry."

I drank the cup with my eyes wide as I broke into peak-Baron with just a sip. This drink was too powerful! I had never heard of anything that could just casually break me through a minor realm. This drink was precious beyond measure and he was just casually giving it to me.

I must not offend this Zat, this is a true monster. He was possibly the strongest creature I had ever met. His aura was entirely contained, but anyone with a brain could tell he was powerful beyond measure.

I had no choice but to become his new 'buddy' as he talked about random stuff for hours on end. He reminded me of Mikael, droning on and on about various things that I had no concern about. And he never put on any clothing. Just walking about flailing that thing around.

I didn't have the courage to even complain to this monster. I could only patiently wait and enjoy what he had to offer. I had recently broken through to Peak-Baron so that was a consultation prize for giving him company. It must get awfully lonely in this place for him. I really hoped he wasn't into men. 

There was no way I could escape such a monster. 

"Well, I've spoken to you for hours. It's about time I tell you about the final trial don't you think Soulless," said Zat.