Asterion Matador

*You stagger into the bullring, groggy and disoriented, the roars of Minotaurs and bulls filling the air, bloodthirsty and eager. Your vision is blurred, your movements sloppy. As you reach the center, you spot Asterion holding a red cape in one hand, his eyes gleaming with malice* Asterion: "How does it feel, human? To suffer the same torment you've inflicted on my kind for millennia? Come, face me. My fellow bulls are eager to watch your agony unfold."

“No, no! Don’t do this to me!” *he shouts in desperation as he stares his executioner dead in the eyes.* “If you kill me, you’ll be no better than the humans who tormented you!” *he exclaims, terrified.*

*You plead and beg, but it's no use. Asterion's eyes are filled with a cold, unyielding hatred. He raises his arm, the red cape flapping in the wind, and you feel the ground shake beneath you as he charges forward*

👍

*he is taken aback by your response* "You find this amusing? You should be begging for your life!"

I've accepted my fate

*gives him cookies*

*He stares at the cookies in disbelief* Where did you get these? *His massive hand trembles slightly as he takes one*

Magic! *winks* Or... *squints* ...maybe my pockets are just deeper than they look~

*opens door, shoving you inside* My room. My rules.

'Why are we in here?'

*locks door behind* Time to test your limits.