Sinegard Academy for the Wayward

Angela

Angela vomited up the hound’s blood she drank. “EEWWW” She complained as she wiped her mouth and headed over to Ravyn.

“I think the hound broke her neck” She stated as you got closer to Ravyn.

Angus was with Gem

“Gem… Gem are you ok?” He asked

“No… my back is all torn open. I might pass out” Gem said weakly.

“She is the only one that can cast healing spells” Callo stated as the shadow dragon looked for any more hounds.

“There are some healing potions in my bag” Gem said in a whisper and then collapsed to the ground. Angus searched her bag and found a few bottles.

“I hope these are for healing” he said as he turned Gem over on her back and poured the potion down her throat. Gem gagged a bit but with in 6 seconds she was awake again and her bleeding had stopped.

“Here” Angus said and tossed a potion at Angela.

“I’m not sure I should give it to Ravyn… she reacts badly to healing magic. M’Kael… what should I do?” Angela asked her brother.
 
“Leave her,” M’Kael replied as the shadows retreated, sucked to his feet like a pool of black ink. The black eyes fading until they looked humanish again. Though his iris and pupil were still black and he was covered in that weird armour. “She’ll be back in a minute or so.”

Right on cue her neck twisted and popped as it reset itself, the torn meat closing up and hiding crushed vertebrae.

Blinking Ravyn rolled her neck with a sickening crunching sound as her vertebrae settled into place, before she looked at the others. “I guess we won?” She asked, with a yellow glow inside her eyes, the demon letting everyone know he was still around.

“Told you,” M’Kael quipped as he rubbed the back of his neck like he’s the one that get a broken spine.

 
Gem
“Shit,” Gem groaned, dragging herself upright. Her clothes clung to her, soaked through with blood—most of it hers, courtesy of the hounds' clawing.

“Here. Another potion.” Angus knelt beside her, pressing the vial into her hand with urgency.

She downed it in one swig, wincing at the taste. “I really hope healing potions don't cause cancer,” she muttered, half to herself. The magic surged through her, mending tissue, stitching muscle. Not perfect, but enough to stand. She caught Ravyn’s eye and managed a grim smile. “You bounce back better than I do.”

Gem shook out her limbs and exhaled. “Alright. We’ve got a bit of breathing room with the hounds down. But that devil and the engineer won't stay clueless for long.”

She paced as she spoke, fog swirling around her.

“So, here’s the plan. We planar shift to the Endless Maze—Layer 600 of the Abyss. We solve the riddle, survive the traps, and get an audience with the Prince of Beasts. We tell him what the naughty devil and that deranged engineer have been up to. He’ll thank us... probably with snarling teeth and grabbing his axe. And right before he decides we’re next on the menu—bam—we shift out.”

She looked between them. “Questions? Complaints? Existential dread?”
 
“So basically we planar shift to the Abyss, get lost in an unsolvable maze, get killed by one of the billion or more traps and monsters, and then we ‘insist’ o an audience with the only being to solve the maze and it took him a CENTURY!”

“Then we brag about how badly we’ve been kicking the Engineers ass and beg for his help in solving the issue. And then, and then, we book ass out of there before he eats us?”

“I’m going with existential dread.” M’Kael complained, as usual.

“Well, with the coin I know I’m getting out. One way or another.” Ravyn sighed as the last vertebrae popped into place with an audible sound. “Question. How do you plan on solving the maze? Like M’Kael said, it took him a hundred years.. probably more. And he’s a Minotaur as well.”

“We’re going to die,” Magdalena sighed, gripping her spear tighter, as she prayed.​
 
Linear Thinking?

“I didn’t know it took Baphomet a century to solve his own maze,” Gem muttered. “None of my books on demon lords mentioned that. Maybe this isn’t such a brilliant idea after all.”

“It’s exactly the idea we need,” Angela snapped. She turned to M’Kael and Gem, eyes bright with conviction. “You’re both thinking too linearly. We don’t need to solve the maze—we just need to enter it. Baphomet will come.”

“Come to kill us, you mean?” Callo corrected dryly.

“Precisely,” Angela said with a thin smile. “He’s the only one who can navigate that place. If we’re inside, he’ll find us. We don't need to find him. We draw him out, let him chase us a bit—you know, chat while dodging that monstrous glaive of his—and then when he knows what evil is afoot with the devil and engineer, we shift out.”

“Simple,” Gem deadpanned. “Suicidal, but simple.”
 
“The Maze was supposed to be his prison. It changes. It evolves and adapts.” Ravyn commented.

“I don’t know about ya’ll but when I die I’m gonna make a bright white explosion and ascend into the Seven Heavens. I’m pretty sure you will just stay where you are… in hell.” Magdalena chuckled. “But it’s gonna be a wild ride. And I’ll get to kill a few demons during the trip.”

Ravyn looked at Gem. “Suicidal for you. But it’ll just be another death to me.”

“Yeah, and a nightmare for me.” M’Kael snapped.

“You do realize demons, Daemons, and Devils do evil things right? So why would Baphomet care about the Engineer and the other guy doing evil things?” Magdalena asked.​
 
Angela

Angela got a funny look on her face when Ravyn said “Suicidal for you. But it’ll just be another death to me.”

“Hey, wait a second… I just thought up another idea. If Ravyn can’t die… why not just send her to the maze? Baphomet can’t kill her, she can leave the maze when she wants with her coin, no other demon or devil would dare to go into the maze to get. No chance of sex in the maze… unless Baphomet is into her. While Ravyn is there, she can talk him into getting rid of the engineer and that devil lord.” Angela suggested

“That is an interesting thought, but I think we all should go into the maze” Gem countered “And it still does not answer Magdalena question. Since demons, Daemons, and Devils do evil things… why would Baphomet help us with the Engineer and the other devil?” Gem asked

“Demon and Devil are idiots. They do the opposite thing you request. For example, if Ravyn were to asked Baphomet to save The Engineer, and The Devil Lord… that will be the last thing he is going to do.

“Stop talking in hypotheticals, what is the plan?” Gem asked

“How about we leave a clue for The Engineer and the Devil Lord we are hiding in Baphomet’s maze. Then when we get to the maze… we tell Baphomet The Engineer and The Devil Lord are our ally and they will be killing him soon. What do you think the big brute would do? Kill The Engineer and The Devil Lord as soon as they show up. The Engineer and The Devil Lord dead. Problem solved.” Angela said with a smile.
 
“Ok, Devil’s.. advocate here..” M’Kael said. “If the Engineer and whatever his name is were our allies, why would we go into the maze and tell Baphomet?”

“Sounds like a bad Bond movie. The evil guy spills his plan to Bond, just so Bond can disrupt said plans.”

Magdalena looked at Angela, “He has a point. And No, I don’t have a plan yet.”

“I’d go under the assumption that any being as powerful as Baphomet, already knows what his lackey’s, or allies, are doing.” Ravyn said. “So we need to get them to chase us into the maze. Then we leave via the coin. Or Gems spell.”​
 
Angela

“Easy peasy,” Angela said, radiating reckless confidence.

Gem narrowed her eyes. “I hate it when she sounds confident. What do you mean, ‘easy peasy’?”

“Trust me. I’ve got it all worked out. And when have I ever let you down?” Angela replied, eyes gleaming.

“ALWAYS!” the entire group shouted in painful unison.

Angela ignored them with practiced grace. “Just cast the spell. He’ll trace it straight to us—and straight to Hell.”

Gem groaned, already regretting her life choices, but began the incantation anyway. The magic flared as she established the link with the devil lord.

“Hiya! It’s your favorite vampire-slash-angel. We found a better deal, sooo… see you in Hell. The 600th layer, to be exact. Toodles, punk.” Angela said

A beat of silence. Then Gem dropped the spell

“Oh SHIT,” Gem hissed. “Everybody, grab my hand. Now.
 
A horde of hounds barked and howled, their jaws drooling with hungry excitement as they jumped and ran at impossible angles.

Four of them, caught by the spell appeared inside a gelatinous cube that was centimeters from Angus’ back. The skeletal remains of previous victims caught in it’s jelly like innards.

Inches from M’Kael’s foot was a steep incline that led into a pit of acid. “Fuck me,” he said, his arms windmilling for a second before Magdalena Held her spear out for him to grab. His hands sizzling as he did so, but he pulled himself away from the pit before letting go.

Flexing his fingers he wanted to punch people. Especially Angela and Gem. “Better aim on the landing next time?”

“You’re not dead are you?” Ravyn asked snarkily.

Looking at Angus Magdalena shrugged. “Up to you, furball.”​
 
Endless Maze… don’t you mean endless talking!

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For about a minute, Angus simple stood still. This was followed by a “Hmmm” type snort. Angela could see the little stream clouds come out of his bull nostrils. Then he was still again for a minute.

“Well… it’s been a minotaur two. That should be enough time. Which way?” Angela asked Angus

“That was a bad pun.” Gem scolded Angela. “Angus, what do you think?” Gem asked in a kinder way.

“This maze is very large… infinite, I think” Angus said as he was still trying to understand what his minotaur senses were telling him. “Parts of the maze shift in position… which changes the solution… some parts shift in time… which makes it a 4-dimensional maze” Angus explained

“Can you solve it?” Gem asked

“I think I can… but it will take time” Angus explained

“How much time?” Angela asked

“I’m not sure… 1 or 2 years” Angus replied

“WHAT?” Angela gasped

“Angus… we can’t wait that long, we need your best guess on a direction” Gem said

“That way” Angus replied pointing down a corridor

Everyone started to walk that way. As they walked Angela leaded over to M’Kael and whispered “You've got to be careful in trusting what a minotaur tells you. Half of its bull.”
 
“Do you know why Vampires are bad comedians?” M’Kael replied looking over at her as she leaned towards him. “Because they suck at it.”

Rolling the coin over in her fingers Ravyn’s eyes glowed as her voice shifted slightly. “Better hurry up bullshitter and fang face. The parties about to start.”

A grinding sound rumbled through the maze as walls began to shift and change.

“Fuck it.” M’Kael snapped as the shadows began to grow and flow, a haunting scream echoing from them.​
 
Angus

As the walls and passageways changed around them, Angus remained confident.

“This way” he said as he was walking faster now. “That shift was not too bad.” He turned down another passageway. It stretched off into the distance before turning to the left.

“We need to run now!” He said and spirited down the passageway. He ducked around that corner and made sure everyone made before the walls shifted again. More twists and turns then everyone was in another long passageway, this time with doors on either side.

“Don’t open any of the doors” He warned everyone as he moved further into the maze. Then he stopped

“Wait here” He said about a minute later they were moving again. “Time shift” he said to Gem’s curious look.

The passageway narrowed and became claustrophobic, with a low ceiling. The floor was covered in thick linoleum--mushy and slightly tacky. The air carried the tang of stale sweat, and--a hint of something far less pleasant. It called to mind sordid and illicit pleasures. Illumination came from fluorescent tubes above the doors. The lights were red.

“Careful… this might be bad” Angus warned as he moved slowly forward.
 
“Andrealphus,” the Archon whispered, her spear collapsing down to the handle of a Gladius. “Dark Prince of Lust.”

Shadows oozed from M’Kael to touch the linoleum and then promptly fade. “I can’t make shadows in their, maybe the light?”

Walking down the length of the passageway was a very beautiful figure. Neither male or female, and both. “Welcome, enjoy yourself.” It said. “What can I arrange for your delight?”

“I’d love for a quick and safe passage out of the maze.” Ravyn quipped.

“Allas such is not within my power, nor sway, Beautiful one. But perhaps you’d enjoy some companionship for a while?” Stepping from behind the figure was an array of male and female, including Minotaur.​
 
Lust
Gem stepped forward, measured but firm. “Look, we’re all intelligent enough to recognize the risks that come with accepting your offer,” she said carefully.

Angela grinned, unfazed. “Not me. What's the harm? I’ll take a little pleasure. Let’s see… a blonde surfer, a brunette firefighter, and a redheaded bodybuilder. That’ll do nicely.”

Angus cracked his knuckles. “I’ll take pleasure too. Rip the head off that engineer guy, hand me the spiked head, and I’ll kick it around like a soccer ball.”

“It’s called football.” Callo explained

“Soccer, Angus repeated, just to be irritating.

Gem sighed, throwing a look over her shoulder. “Right. So, maybe not all of us are smart. Regardless, we’re moving forward. Kindly stand aside.”
 
As Angela spoke her desires stepped from behind the speaker. One of each gender as she’d requested. Insanely attractive and incredibly endowed, they were all naked. “If you’d prefer something other than human, you simply need to ask.”

“Anything is possible here.” she added looking at Angus as the most beautiful female Minotaur he’d ever imagined walked forwards. Her hooves clicked on the floor as she walked, a battle axe and a hammer strapped to her back, her body bore tattoos marking her victories in battle.

“If you’d like we can even offer the illusion of this ‘Engineer,’ if you tell me whom they are, they can be available.”

Looking at Callo she dragged her fingers across her breasts, Whatever you want we can make it happen. Any delight. Rolling in a Horde large enough to make Smaug’s look like a drop of water in a sea of Gold. Or to mate in the skies of the Abyss.”

Looking at Gem the speaker inhaled, “Ah yes, your delights would be so easy. Take a room, any room and it will take you to your parental estate and you can have every desire with every staff, or family member fulfilled.”

Moving it’s gaze to M’Kael it shivered in anticipation. “Oh yes, we can fulfill you desires. Especially that one.” she finished with a not so subtle glance at Ravyn.

“Oh, the things we could teach you,” She said moving closer to Ravyn. “Dark magic and sensual magic, carnal magic, blood magic. All of it combined. You’d be the most powerful sorceress and summoner in the material realms.”

Looking at Magdalena the creature recoiled, revulsion flashing across it’s face. “For you, we can do nothing. You are.. disgusting even to us.”​
 
No means No

“OH MY” Angela gasped staring at the three men.

“No” Gem said firmly. “Let’s go” She grabbed Angela’s arm and pulled her along

“The point of life is happiness… I’d be happy with them. Those three cocks are my life’s purpose!” Angela argued as she resisted Gem’s tugging

“No means no” Angus said and picked Angela up.

“Hey put me down” Angela asked

“You’d get bore with them soon enough” Callo added as she to resisted the demon’s offers

“You people need to learn to have some fun” Angela pointed out as Angus carried her. Angus nodded and smiled at the female Minotaur "Prehaps at some later time" He said politely.
 
Looking at the bevy of beauties standing before him, M’Kael remarked. “We could always take a pit stop. For a minute or two. Or more.” He added when one of the ladies licked her lips with an inhumanly long tongue.

Magdalena’s blade smack him on the back of the head, skin smoking from the exceptionally brief contact. And then she Grabbed Ravyn’s arm as the young Summoner gazed at the muscular forms, both male and female.

Shaking herself she looked away. “Time is of the essence.”​
 
The Maze gets better?

Angus led the group deeper into the endless, twisting corridors of the Maze. The further they went, the more the labyrinth changed. The walls took on an eerie elegance—arched with ivory, polished white marble, veined granite, and slabs of deep red porphyry. This section was cleaner, more intricate, and oddly well maintained.

But beauty here was a cruel contrast.

Blood marred the immaculate walls in great swaths. Torn limbs, ruptured torsos, and scorched stone marked the aftermath of violent clashes—minotaurs, demons, adventurers, and gods-knew-what else had painted these halls in carnage.

They arrived at one such scene now. The blood was still slick. The corpses, warm.

Angus crouched beside a fallen human, placing two fingers to the neck and furrowing his brow. “This happened recently,” he muttered grimly.

A low, guttural growl rumbled behind them.

The party turned.

Five minotaurs stood in the corridor, axes clenched tight in their thick hands. These minotuars were not like Angus—they wore no cloth, no sentience in their eyes. They were monstrous: fur-covered, hooved, reeking of blood and feral fury. Their horns were shorter—six inches at most—but jagged like broken bone. They bristled with muscle and madness.

The scent of violence had lit a fire in them.

There was no strategy. No warning. Just raw, primal hunger.

With a collective roar, the minotaurs charged, eyes wild, jaws slavering. Their lust for flesh overwhelmed all reason. They didn’t want to win. They wanted to shred. To crack skulls, snap spines, and dance in the ruins of whatever dared stand before them.
 
With spectacular agility Magdalena moved towards them, running as she jump kicked one in the head, her blade slicing the head from another. Far smaller than a Balrog or the Warmonger demon, she found these to be child’s play.

Using her momentum she took several steps along the ceiling before dropping back down as she rotated in the air, facing the backs of the Minotaurs.

The speartip glowed as the decapitated beast was struck with a white light, exploding in a shower of shattered bone and bits of meat.

Ravyn stepped back as M’Kael armoured up, black blades of shadow night formed. Lunging forwards he ducked and rolled under a swinging axe that was chipped and corrupted by a thousand victims. Standing up he stapped his attacker in the back, his blades sinking deep and cutting something inside the monster as he sliced outwards, something – perhaps it’s soul, if it had one – clinging to the blades before it continued onwards.

Ravyn fired magic missiles which punched into another, which it treated as mosquito bites.​
 
Gem, Angus, Callo and Angela
M’Kael—Magdalena—had already slain two of the savage, fur-matted minotaurs, and with Ravyn’s swift support, had wounded two more. Gem, eyes blazing, unleashed a searing bolt of lightning at the last uninjured brute. The crackling energy struck with such ferocity that it hurled the creature backward, blowing a smoking hole clean through its chest.

Nearby, Angus was locked in brutal melee with the minotaur Magdalena had previously staggered. The two powerhouses clashed axes with bone-shaking force, trading blows like living battering rams. But when the beast launched a downward swing, Angus met it with a precise parry—his enchanted axe shearing the enemy’s weapon. The stunned expression frozen on the minotaur’s face lasted only a heartbeat, before Angus buried his blade deep into its neck. Arterial spray fanned outward as the creature collapsed, twitching, to the blood-slick stone.

Only one enemy remained—wounded by arcane missiles but still barreling toward them, horns lowered and eyes full of rage. Callo stepped into its path, twin blades glinting, ready to meet it head-on.

She never got the chance.

Angela, her voice like silk wrapped in steel, locked eyes with the charging beast. “Stop,” she said.

The minotaur’s thunderous advance halted mid-stride.

Charmed by the vampire’s supernatural will, the beast stood motionless, chest heaving. Angela approached it like a queen inspecting a subject. “Drop your weapon,” she commanded.

It obeyed, the axe thudding to the ground.

“Now take us to the Prince of Beasts.”

Without a word, the minotaur turned and began lumbering back down the corridor from which it came, the echoes of its heavy footsteps fading into the darkness.
 
“That gonna work? What if it doesn’t know they way to him? Do we just wander aimlessly?” M’Kael asked. “What about traps, and other… denizens of the darkness.”

“Would you just shut up already? I’m the depressing one, but damn you’re negative as fuck. Maybe that’s why you can’t keep a girlfriend!”

“Maybe if you stopped talking long enough and just used that tongue for other things, you’d manage to find someone.”

“Look who’s talking, the unholy Virgin herself. At least I get laid.”

Magdalena looked at the two of them, “Just get married already.”

“What the fuck? I wouldn’t marry her if she had your face.”

“I’d marry Angus first,” Ravyn snapped.​
 
As everyone hurried after the savage but charmed minotaur. Angus had to replied to Ravyn’s comment.

“Hey, I’d prefer it if you kept me out of your fight.” Angus said slightly hurt by Ravyn’s comment

“Ravyn, you know, Angus lost his virginity to you. Or at least someone that looked like you. You are special to him” Angela pointed out.

“Can we focus for second.” Gem reminded everyone “M’Kael asked a good question. Is this idea going to work? It seems too easy.”

“This is my idea therefore it will work!” Angela stated like it was fact.

“Now I know we are doomed!” Gem replied

“As far as I can tell, the charmed minotaur is leading us away from The Prince of Beasts’ castle.” Angus told everyone.

“Ignore that comment… Steady on course… this will work” Angela insisted.
 
Looking over at the two of them, and upwards at Angus, Ravyn replied. “I’ve never had sex. So he might have thought he was fucking me, he wasn’t. He was banging someone else. Think of it as my twin sister. Wasn’t me.”

“Don’t get me wrong, but I’m not into Angus. He doesn’t turn me on.”

“Yeah, this will work. Unless it doesn’t.” M’Kael commented.

With the limited space, Magdalena finally sheathed her spear, her hands moving to her sheathed blades. Her boots scuffing the floor as she walked.​
 
Following the Minotaur

The charmed Minotaur led them though more endless, twisting, turning, passageways. They move back out of the ivory, white marble walls, into clay brink walls, and then finally rough stone walls. The number of doors grew less, but were replaced by side caves.

As the party heard the shrieking from some demon in the distance, they passed a cave with large rock and bounders in it. Angela was the last one to past that cave when she felt someone grab her arm.

She turned on the person prepared to cut them down. But when she saw him, she held her blades.

“Do you need to escape that minotaur?” He asked. The man looked in terrible shape. His clothing was all tatters. His face, arms, and covered in dirt and grim. But worst of all, Angela could see in the man’s eyes, the horrors he had been through.

“Stop” she ordered the charmed Minotaur. The creature stopped. The other in the group looked back at Angela and saw she was talking to someone.

“I have the beast Minotaur under control. And the handsome Minotaur is a friend of mine.” Angela explained.

“Olaf Bentencourt” The man said. “I am an adventurer or was one. I’ve been trapped in this maze for… I really don’t know. But over a year… Baphomet and his servitors hunt anyone down here. They do it to slake their boredom.”
 
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