Throughout the mythological world, a change was felt.

An event of such magnitude that its energy and effect rippled outward into the World, making the various gods and spirits attuned to the ebb and flow of fate, unable to help but take notice.

Such powerful figures had various reactions to this rippling wave.

Some huffed and ignored it eventually.

Some were intrigued, wondering if they could use this new phenomena, before remembering the strictness of the non-interaction pacts. The Mist enforces it heavily, and other gods and pantheons don't take kindly to those disregarding the pact.

Accidental contact was fine, but purposeful by gods' decree? Absolutely not.

Ultimately though, the core emotions all those divine beings felt could be summed up by a deity, masquerading deep undercover as a janitor at Google HQ, Menlo Park.

Said one-eyed janitor looked up from the meal he was having in the break room, looked northward and blinked in bafflement.

"The fuck's happening with the Greeks?" Muttered a bewildered and intrigued Odin.


It started with a Greek column breaking out of the ground and slamming into the "ceiling" and stopping.

Then another rose.

The pillars already cracked and broke.

Then ten pillars rose and slammed into the sky.

Then a hundred.

Then a thousand.

Stones, boulders and ground rose up, again and again smashed up against the ceiling.

The stones and pillars started to take more shapes. Combine into pieces of unfinished buildings.

Arches, walls, pieces of temples.

The Labyrinth was rising up.

The Underground Maze had stretch to nearly every corner of the world. It hadn't encircled the planet yet, but eventually it would.

All that mass, all that mystic energy, all of it now was gathering onto one location. Onto a single point.

The Labyrinth in it's totality rose up and assaulted the Sky.

The structure was shaky. It wasn't uniform enough. It was breaking and shattering as it reformed and pushed upward.

But then soon, bit by bit, the Labyrinth succeeded and pushed.

The structure still wasn't sound, yet the force and momentum were saving the day.

The weight was lifted from the Minotaur's shoulders, and was successfully upon the Labyrinth.

The core structure began to solidify. More and more of the Labyrinth joined, fused and merged with the core tower. Strengthening it, stabilizing it, making it denser and more solid. The Mist itself seemed to support it.

And once the center was built, the rest of the Labyrinth rose up and began to expand...

Outward.


Mount Othrys was meant to be rebuilt up upon Mount Tamalpais.

As the battle with the free Titan of Strength and Endurance continued, it should have kept rising from Mount Tam as a monument to the returning power of the Titan King.

Yet all that rebuilt ruins that were going to form the actual resurged titans home and base, all that symbolic power, was washed away as the Labyrinth had overtaken it. The Labyrinth shattered the forming piece of Mount Othrys and built over it.

Far away at the beach of the rising monster army and the floating ocean base, the Princess Andromeda, the Labyrinth expanded its walls and overtook the beach, as if devouring that part of the land, sand and sea all together.

Far away at the foot of the Mount Tam where the Garden of the Hesperides was, the nymph of sunset watched in horror as the ever encroaching structure of the Labyrinth kept coming closer and closer, till it felt like a barrier passed and the sky was gone.

Instead it was a world of expanding yellow and blue light as the Labyrinth was restructuring and ordering it's chaotic insides.

The Garden of the Hesperides, nymphs, tree and hundred-headed dragon found themselves on a giant floating land mass being moved around, as the Labyrinth was reorganizing its insides, and deciding where to place them.

Other massive city block landmasses were seen also flying in the chaotic cyclone of the Labyrinth's insides.

One held a massive monster that had never been vanquished by a demigod.

Another held a startled fading god, holding on to his last breath.

And so on and so forth.

An earthquake was felt by all of San Francisco, that echoed outward beyond the city's border.

In the physical world it would make the news as an odd occurrence of a small earthquake, starting from San Francisco, and felt by nearly all of California. A small shake for mortals, yet even with it only staying for nearly a minute, it shook them to their core.

In the Mist world however, the shaking had overtaken everything.

And when it stopped, the world changed forever, for the Labyrinth Tower had risen.

The Labyrinth Tower held the Sky. It shook, it cracked, and sometime the Sky managed to crash down a floor, in wanting to reunite with the Earth.

But the Labyrinth Tower held.


The Alive Ever Growing Underground Maze. That was the Labyrinth within this world.

The Eternally Unchanging Labyrinth. That was the Labyrinth I could bring to bear.

The two concepts should be a paradox, unfit to be together. Yet it was the function of my Noble Phantasm that I didn't understand until I used it that made this union meant to be.

The wiki description would be something like "an effect like a Reality Marble, where the Labyrinth that was home to the Minotaur of myth would be summoned from the Reverse Side of the World".

That was a close approximation to what it was, but then why would the Labyrinth be dangerous if it was Unchanging and can be solved? Why would fame make it more dangerous when it was a stationary thing once put in place? A good map, or good memory and you wouldn't have to fear it.

Because the true power of Chaos Labyrinthos, it's function, is the ability to bring up the Ancient Greek Texture that held the Labyrinth of the Minotaur that once acted as his prison and home. It overrode the Surface Texture of the world with the Ancient Greek Texture that once existed.

No wonder it was fucking Rank EX.

Right here? Right now? Where I stood in a world where the Age of Gods never ended, but simply became suffused with humanity's subconscious, rather than disbelief. Where the gods still roam the world and there were areas designated for each Pantheon?

Yeah. I have turned the Labyrinth into a Divine Temple where my will was omnipresent and my word was law.

The Labyrinth had pulled its totality to form the Tower, true.

But then it began spreading right back out, and it was growing exponentially faster than it once did.

A week? It should cover the US once more.

A month, maybe two? It should return to the size it once held.

Three months and it will cover the whole underground of this world's globe.

It was like an eager dog that was living in a slow expanding house, but now the doors were opened, and it saw the open fields. It couldn't help but want to rush forward with all its might.

I had to hold it back from expanding further downward, and take over the various Underworlds.

"No. Not yet." I told it.

It whined, it pleaded. Almost feeling hurt at being denied once it finally attained fulfillment. To finally be Living rather than just Alive.

Yet I held my stance. Not the Underworlds. That was a wrath we must not bring upon us. For Death is eternal and so are the Gods assigned to it.

And so, forcibly, reluctantly, the Labyrinth relented. It left the Underworlds alone. For now.

It would simply act as layer between the Surface and the Underworld.

I felt and knew everything within the Labyrinth, including everything it newly took/acquired/stole. I smiled and thanked it for the effort.

I knew where Kampe was, roaring in anger and confusion at the change in the Labyrinth. I knew where Pan was, panicking but staying put, it's not like he had anywhere to go.

I know where every lost person, every demigod that had been living, surviving here, even lost gods, I knew all within the Labyrinth. I didn't have time for all of that. But I will get to it eventually.

The Labyrinth and I, our Will acted as one, yet we were separate. It wanted to us to join together as one, yet I didn't. I could see the folly of that, even if it didn't.

For one, it would not be able to take the Sky from me. As one we wouldn't be able to act in at our best.

But with one Will, but two distinct Beings, we could accomplish much, much more.

I thought, and it acted.

It once only had ability. Now I gave it direction.

The ground shattered underneath us at the top of Mount Tamalpais.

The group made up of goddess, former hesperide, and demigods were on one landmass.

I controlled everything within the Labyrinth, thus as it grew and restructured itself, I easily controlled gravity and earth to make a platform for my allies.

Luke fell down from where he was fighting Thalia, dangling at the edge of a cliff, pleading for help.

I thought to force him to fall, to kill him right now, but then I felt it. The presence and influence of the Titan King, holding on with his full divine influence onto Luke, even affecting destiny to ensure he lived, until the prophesied time. I could even feel the Fates strings onto this event. Not fully. Subtly, enough to know it is there.

I could fight this, but my attention was better spent onto Atlas.

The heroes and goddess were on a flying landmass.

I was floating in the air as a god.

"What is this!?" He shouted, looking around in confusion and terror. "WHAT HAVE YOU D—AAAAAAAAAHHH!"

And Atlas fell.

I crumbled the ground underneath his feet, as I made him fall forever.

Well, not forever.

Just to the Bottom of the Labyrinth Tower.

The Labyrinth had gained something it only touched at before.

Conceptual power.

It could influence time and space before. A function of its changing nature, and part of its power to Confuse pushed to the extreme. Now? I could control time and space within the Labyrinth.

"W-What? N-No, no, no, no, no no no no no no no no nnnoooooooooooooo!" Atlas eyes shined with fear as he felt the weight of the Sky fall upon him once more. He even began to be slower as time became longer for him. What would take him a second, now took a minute.

Oh the Labyrinth was still holding the weight of course, but now it can use its Authority as the Holder of the Sky to distribute that weight upon anything within it. Meaning I can drop the metaphysical weight of the Sky on anyone I want.

Atlas began to shine. Screaming profanities and ancient curses.

I released the Minotaur. All of them.

Some built a wall of bodies to defend the demigods and goddess from the titan's Divine Form.

The rest? Well, I controlled gravity.

I launched them like physical meteors a few times faster than sound, slamming into Atlas to make him fall further. Some broke upon the impact with the titan's body. Others entangled him, and some grabbed and whaled on him.

And some I had the Labyrinth bring me all the celestial golden chains Daedalus had once made. There was even a copy of the real one. Hephaestus likely made it and lost it.

The chains were wrapped around Atlas' limbs.

His growing figure as he took his Divine Form halted. However I immediately noticed a problem.

The golden chains were never meant to hold a titan. Only a god.

Atlas seemed to still have the power of his Divine Form, even if he was restricted into his normal one.

He gritted his teeth, dug deep and I raised my arm to cover my eyes.

Only when Atlas made a last ditch effort to burst forth his Divine Form, did I remember a random tidbit from a wiki dive about how a titan's Divine Forms can destroy anyone in their presence, not just those who looked at it.

Panic rose in me as I...

Was fine?

I blinked and a suspicion began to rise in my mind. Something about myself, my ability...

I looked at all the minotaurs holding the roaring Atlas down as they all continued to be in free fall.

It was something Pasiphaë had said. About using the Servant Asterios as the core to gather all the instances and variants of the Minotaur to him, to form the Archetype. It should have been obvious, but I never wanted to think about it.

It was absurd, it was arrogant. So I pushed the thought away and it never rose up.

Yet as I stared at Atlas' Divine Form, momentarily released before his being was closed down again into a physical form, yet keeping all of his divine power, that confirmed it.

I wasn't just a Monster. Or at least, I don't really function like one by the laws and standards of the metaphysics of this world.

Regardless, now wasn't the time for philosophy.

I raised a hand, and the Labyrinth began to finally settle as floors began to form and take shape.

The floating rocks and boulders slammed down into the screaming Atlas, pushing him further and further down.

Atlas and the pile of minotaurs slammed into the ground at the Bottom. And then landmasses fell on top of them. At that point I didn't need the minotaurs. The earth and weight of the tower and the Sky conceptually falling upon him was enough.

I smirked in victory, yet once more, the elation was swept from under my feet as I noticed something.

The core structure of the Tower had began to crack.

Sure, it could hold for a few days.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! I felt with my metaphysical senses the cracks growing.

Okay, a day.

And even if the Tower broke, Atlas can be tricked into carrying the sky. The Labyrinth could just drop it off on him.

But looking at the group of surprised heroes, and confused goddess lost in a trance-like state, I felt like that wouldn't be the best outcome for me, or Daedalus, Pasiphaë, Eris, or even the Labyrinth herself.

No. Now that our existence was out and known to the world, to Olympus, we need to go on the offensive.

First by securing our base, and make our group into an entity that they cannot have as enemies.

I teleported to the top of the Labyrinth Tower, replacing a minotaur copy that was there.

I looked at the world outside of the Tower, and the Sky above my head. Daunting view, but unimportant.

I Roared throughout the Mist once more.

"I am Asterios, Ruler and Guide of the Labyrinth and the King of Monsters. To all who'd dare refuse my title, come and challenge me. I await."

There. With that done, the Labyrinth can have its meals home delivered to absorb their essence and strengthen herself.

I then sent all of my copies throughout all the Labyrinth to slay every single monster, so the Labyrinth can absorb them.

I teleported to where the hero group was once more. They blinked and were on guard as they saw me, rather than a normal looking minotaur.

Artemis still looked in a daze. Of course she was. She was feeling the power and ability she once had when she was in Ancient Greece. Of course it was throwing her for a loop.

"Peace." I said to them.

I swung an arm, raising my hand up, and a tree burst forth from the ground next to them. It startled them even more, until a few golden apples fell from it.

A table with food and drinks, both normal and ambrosia and nectar formed next to them.

"Give those to the injured. If you feel the immortality would be too big of a decision, I can call someone to come dilute it. Eat, rest, we got a big challenge ahead of us." I said, smiling amicably, or at least trying to this time.

"What's that?" Percy was the first to speak up, acting suspicious yet, giving the tried and true ambrosia cubes and nectar to his injured friends. Bianca seemed better but she'll need a diluted golden apple to fully be healed.

The girl with a spear in her gut—more like side. Kidney? Ouch—Zoe, I'm guessing definitely needs a golden apple. Maybe several.

"Mother, please come to where I am. There are a few people that need your help." I mentally talked to Pasiphaë. Yeah, I could do that now to anyone within the Labyrinth.

"Why," I answered verbally to Percy's question. "So we can go Titan slaying of course." I said with a cheer grin.

"...What?" Annabeth said confused.

This gonna be fun.


AN: The last line "This gonna be fun" is intentional. He's being a goof in his own thoughts. That's all.