Axel: Into the Lion's Maw IV

Axel had a horrifying realization: if they bottlenecked to get into the Labyrinth, they would bottleneck on the way out. He could imagine their meaningless march into a massacre, Kampe shoving each demigod to their death in an orderly fashion.

Upon stepping into the corridor, Axel was pleased to see that Lucille had been right about remaining calm. Kampe was, contrary to the bottleneck visual, an excellent strategist.

There was a massive corridor inside the entrance. Above them stretched a curved lattice of ornamental windows. Their floral and geometric designs were interspersed with white and green mosaics. Leaves and muck obscured parts of the glass, only allowing a few rays into the vast space. Where the light did break through, dust danced lazily in a snowy haze.

This was beautiful. Maybe eerie? But nothing like that horrors he'd come to associate with the Labyrinth. Alabaster said this was a foolish place to enter, that they'd lose a quarter of their army just getting through the maze. Axel rarely questioned Alabaster's logic in mythological matters, but, seeing this…
Several giants stood towards the far end of this massive chamber, presumably to lead their eventual charge. Earlier, Luke said the ground around the Zeus' fist entrance was weak. If they sent the giants in first, they could likely widen that entrance.

Axel lowered his gaze. They didn't have metros in Belize and, in their short stay in Los Angeles, Santiago always hired private cars. It took him a heartbeat or two to recognize the indents in the floor as tracks for a train. The monsters and demigods crawling in and out of them looked quite comfortable in the abandoned subway station. Axel just hoped no ghost trains came through to make everyone go splat.

Behind him, demigods coming in had a similar gasp of appreciation and relaxation. Someone mumbled, "Wow… so much better than Matthias' horror game simulation."

Lucille's shoulder brushed his as she released his hand. "It's lovely, isn't it?"

Axel huffed out a laugh. "Wish you could show Ethel?"

Lucille gave another weak giggle. She lifted her pilum towards her mouth, the same motion she would normally use to cover it. "Not my ideal romantic outing, but maybe, one—"

"Daughter of Aphrodite," thundered from the far side of the room. Kampe made the title sound like an insult. Axel almost couldn't see Kampe amongst all the giants. It was strange seeing them in battle gear. Seeing them made him think of the Triple A Chimera Dance and the horrifying death contraption Matthias had rigged to transport them like weasels in a titan-sized backpack.

Lucille nudged Axel's shoulder. "Stay close. I need someone I can trust in battle." The levity vanished. She meant it. Cho, Axel internally swore, was dissidents in Luke's troops so bad that even Lucille was worried? He swallowed.

Others parted until they were at the lead of the demigods, several lines back from Kampe.

Kampe and the giants were already lumbering forward. The tunnel shook, sending more dust particles cascading into the dim light rays. Their march forward was both deafening and devastatingly wordless. Hundreds of feet of various kind—hooved, scaled, and mammalian—droned into an eerie oppressive din. No one spoke.

This tunnel led to a narrow one with less natural illumination. Well, there was a dim, continuous glimmer ahead of them. The floor seemed to almost… glow. Despite this, various demigods fumbled for lights. The monsters were unbothered by the darkness, but Axel could sense the mounting panic in his fellow soldiers.

His own chest had constricted. This reminded him of the cage matches—

"We're okay…" Lucille cooed. Axel could see she'd turned to walk backwards, so the demigods would hear her without risking mockery from the monsters.

The fear evaporated. Axel couldn't be sure if it was Lucille's charmspeak or… his fingers had reached back to brush the cool metal of the lion helm. He hadn't consciously meant to touch it, but it felt comforting.

The tunnels snaked, curved, elevated, lowered, and altered from metal to concrete to mud. There were scuffles ahead. Potentially foes that Kampe and the giants extinguished without real resistance.

Despite how Axel hated to admit it, he wished Jack were here. He would have feigned a newscaster, giving everyone live updates in rhyming verse, likely with acoustic or kazoo accompaniment. He could imagine Kampe trying to squash him as he asked her what kind of battle ballad she would want after this victory. If Jack was here, they would have known exactly what was happening ahead when Axel had to grab Lucille's arm to prevent her from bumping into a Scythian Dracaena.

Axel's ears perked up and strained forward to hear. There was a disagreement. Kampe hissing, "But, the string says to go this way. This is the most direct route."

Was the air thinner down here? It was colder. Axel could see puffs of air as it evaporated out of the anonymous metal helmets around him. The demigods' reverence and obedience to Kampe seemed to ebb with each strained breath in the tunnel. Whatever argument was happening made the demigods apprehensive. He could sense some sort of rising tension in the way they glanced at one another.

"Can you hear them?" Lucille murmured.

Axel parted his lips to answer when someone thundered, "You fool! That could bring the tunnels down upon us!"

And a shriek of pain.

The demigods startled. Axel knew the movement: the nervous shuffle of a herd before it sprinted to panic.

Lucille shifted her pilum into the hand with her shield. She squeezed Axel's shoulder, or he thought she did through the armor. "Keep everyone calm."

The light pressure left. Like Lucille was flitting backstage, she slipped amidst the monsters, the plumes of her helmet becoming indistinguishable from horns and tails bobbing in the dull lighting. He could almost envision her pirouetting.

Keep everyone calm.

It's not like Axel's little knowledge of Maya magic was fear-based. Or like they mostly knew him from murdering people "for sport." Or like what Alabaster taught him about the Mist was used to blend into and out of shadows.

Oh, he would be as natural at this as Flynn was at childrearing. He hoped Lucille could settle the dispute quickly.

Whispers of worry wormed their way behind him into a growing, writhing mass. "Hold," he growled.

They died down. The Dracaena ahead of him jumped.

Yeah, a natural. He couldn't say something without scaring the monsters, let alone the demigods.

He hoped Lucille realized that directing sword lessons and commanding an army were very different activities. Why did she and Alabaster seem to think he'd be such a natural at it when Pax wouldn't even listen to him?

Are they different? the helm—was it the helm?—hissed.

No one else reacted. Axel wondered when others could hear the lion's helm or… or had he just imagined it talking? He reached to feel the cool metal. Whether the lion's helm or his own thoughts—cho, he was beginning to sound like Jack—it was right: maybe directing sword practice was similar to commanding troops.

And neither one involved freezing up like Pax had pantsed him in front of Aphrodite.

Axel pivoted away from the monsters to face the demigods. "Lucille has gone to confer with Kampe. Take this time to check your equipment. No one wants their first battle tactic to involve tripping on untied shoelaces."

Nervous laughter. A decrease in tension. Murmurs went from worry to routine: all of these soldiers were used to checking each other's armor. Axel knew there was comfort in repetition.

Until one voice spoke up, fluttery and quick.

"The tunnels ahead are too narrow for the monsters to pass. Kampe could start a panic. They'll trample us."

Axel didn't recognize the voice. It was high with a fragile quaver, like Pax when he was acting pathetic to get something from someone. [footnote 1]

Everyone stopped checking their armor. The tunnels went quiet. They stared, in unison, to Axel's side.

A hand clutched his shoulder. This wasn't the comforting grace of Lucille's hand, but a shaking, icy pain. Axel swallowed. The speaker had bent his armor by touching him.

Her irises were wide, so wide and such complete discs of blackness; Axel could imagine ink overflowing and dripping down her face. The sclera was more red than white. Dark circles encompassed her eyes. In an insomnia competition between her and Axel, she wouldn't just win, but make Hypnos beg her to take a break.

Her rags reeked of urine and defecation. Of rot and unattended sweat. Scabs of varied age crusted her arms, neck, and shoulders. With her other hand, she absently picked one open, revealing a glimmer of tainted gold.

Ichor.

"Chris said you could help me," she whispered. She stood a little taller. "He said you were strong."

Chris. Chris Rodriguez.

"But you can't."

Chris Rodriguez, Matthias and Pax's close friend.

"Can you?"

Chris Rodriguez who vanished into the labyrinth.

"You can't help anyone."

Chris Rodriguez who went mad.

"My name," her soprano quavered so violently, it blurred to euphoria, "is Mary."

Footnote: It only worked on , "MY BABY NEEDS ME!"

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