Eric, The Hotel Concierge

Eric admired his fellow mythic creature with a glance as several people trying to flee past the front desk stiffened and turned to stone. As the thinning crowd diverted fleeing Tiffany it was becoming apparent that some were falling just outside the range of the petrifying stare.

Reaching out to the front windows Eric smiled at the reassuring tread of his hooved feet on the marble floor, closing his eyes he touched upon the glass and thought of the near impossible to escape the labyrinth of lore.

From his hand the opaque colour spread, turning glass to marble, advancing outwards along the exterior wall, concealing doors from view or use as some panicked souls reached them, the magic traveling faster along the walls than many could run.

Scraping a hoof on the marble floor for a moment Eric grunted with approval before casually walking after the fleeing souls.

Pausing by one distressed soul at the elevator bank Eric barely paused a minute, the soul being marked clear as day as reserved for another. Eric contemplated taking the man for a moment despite it, deciding to move on rather than chance the wrath of another demon.

Or worse, the Idol which ruled over them all.

Samjit had been to this hotel a thousand times. His father worked here when he first immigrated. But for the life of Samjit and the 3 others running with him they were lost.

“We should've passed the old exit by the car rental office .” He whined in a panic, pacing back and forth at the dead-end looking to his distressed wife and the other two women who had made it this far. None of this was making sense, but clear as his aching chest, this nightmare was real. He half wondered if they should've raced into the back corridors.

The four of them froze as they heard a long, loud bellow trumpet out from back the way they came.

“Mmm..MMMmmm…” Betty covered her mouth, eyes wide in terror as she couldn’t explain why she had felt the need to loudly pronounce the syllable as Veronica swatted her joining Samjit and Amendeep in glaring as the dirty blonde accusingly.

The tread of Eric hooves echoed loudly off the marble walls, steady and consistent like the ticks of a clock. Veronica stroked a hand up and back through her raven hair trying to think of something to do finding the panicked man’s pacing and feeling one wall insisting it shouldn’t be there absolutely useless.

Doubling back around the corner they had come Veronica cursed under her breath and came back.

“We need an out. NOW!” She declared assertively to her peers questioning why she was feeling so strangely aroused by this whole circumstance. Maybe there was an element of truth to the kids at camp always getting killed while fucking in Horror films. Maybe the terror was really a huge turn on, Veronica considered as Betty squatted into a fear-filled ball in one corner. Samjit scrambling to find some seam in the seemingly monolithic wall.

Amendeep crouched down and tried to calm the strangely panicking Betty, Unable to explain the sudden panic the blonde was going into. The slender brown-skinned woman found herself strangely at ease, endless hours of training and education in mental health flowing naturally to aid the distressed woman.

Even as her own heart seemed to skip with each closer sounding clop of the hooves upon the floor.

“Fuck this.” Veronica snarled, double-checking her small purse for the pepper spray she knew all too well wasn’t in her purse. Casting the small stylish bag that matched her elegant black dress aside, Veronica struggled to pose in a position all too familiar from her self defence training.

Her dress compromising the posture as it tightly held her legs together, elegantly flaunting her hips.

As Eric stepped around the corner to look upon the three trapped souls he paused and chewed calmly. He expected them to try to run past him, maybe even attack with futility, instead he found two of them standing, facing him, holding their ground.

A third person huddled close to a distressed ball of a person in one corner.

It amused Eric. He smiled broadly looking over the quartet of souls, seeing the corruption darkening their auras. Seeing the uncontrolled examinations of his monstrous bull cock as it stiffened before the lowly humans. Inhaling deeply he scanned the cul de sac that he had formed before raising his head high and bellowing out loud, and long.

Cracks began to appear along the marble slab where Samjit had been insisting a door should be, their sudden appearance and spreading drawing Amendeep's attention from soothing Betty where she was curled up against it.

As the people gazed between the cracking wall and the well-hung beast, screams of pleasure echoing suddenly seemingly from everywhere. Down the way they had come, beyond the sheering slab cracking as if the chorus of noises was in sudden response to the call.

As its true subject heeded its beckon.