There was no door.
Just a mouth—wide, slick, and carved into the stone like a hungry wound.
Kael stepped toward it without hesitation. The Mirrorlord did not follow.
"Only the marked may pass," he said. "And once you enter, you walk alone."
Kael gave him a cold look.
"I've always walked alone."
Then he entered the mouth, letting its slick lips close behind him.
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Inside, the Crimson Labyrinth breathed.
Walls of meaty velvet undulated gently, glowing faintly with inner light. The corridors curved and shifted, pulsing with a rhythm that matched Kael's heartbeat. And his cock. Every breath of the place was a moan. Every flicker of air across his skin was a stroke.
He was already hard again.
The sigil on his chest shimmered like oil, the three rings alive and throbbing with raw magic. It whispered things now—flesh-wisdom, moan-prayers, desires not his own.
He walked.
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At a split in the path, he encountered his first trial.
Two women stood before him—identical twins, nude, skin the color of bruised grapes, eyes like weeping roses. One held a dagger between her thighs. The other, a phallus grown from her wrist.
"One of us will guide you forward," they said in unison. "The other will keep you here... forever."
"How do I choose?" Kael asked.
They smiled. Then, they kissed—tongue-deep, hips grinding. Wet, sticky sounds echoed down the hall. The twin with the cock took her sister from behind, while the other moaned and clawed at Kael's chest, smearing his skin with their fluids.
He watched. He grew harder.
And in the middle of their act—he saw it.
The sigil on his chest reacted to the one on the cocked sister's wrist—it recoiled, hissed like oil on fire.
Kael grabbed her by the throat and snapped her neck.
The body collapsed and bled honey.
The surviving twin gasped, trembling, and dropped to her knees before him. Without a word, she took him into her mouth—grateful, reverent, and ravenous. He came fast, hot, with a grunt of victory.
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The walls opened.
He walked on.
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The Labyrinth changed after that. No longer erotic. It became hungry.
Kael passed chambers where lovers were crucified on their own cocks, where women fucked demons until their wombs burst into light. He saw things that aroused him—and then horrified him for being aroused.
He smiled.
He liked that.
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At the center of the Labyrinth, he found it:
A door made of black skin, stitched shut with threads of hair and gold. A tongue hung from the handle.
It spoke:
"Only those who have loved, killed, and come without shame may open me."
Kael leaned forward and licked the tongue.
The door shuddered. The stitches unraveled.
And beyond it, the Temple of the Throne awaited.