Lycaon and the dry Lands

The King Lycaon of Arcadia, he was the son of Pelasgus; Pelasgus was the first man on the Earth, and he also was an autochton, because he was born from the soil and mud of the Mother Earth, and they lived in the antediluvian world, which was replete of sun.


And Lycaon was well-known for his impertinence and impiety, well-known he was, in Olympus, and well-known among the sad mortals.


One afternoon Zeus, father of men and teacher of kings, he visited the 22 palaces of Lycaon, disguised as a poor old man, tired of the roads, and begging for the hospitality of the king.


King Lycaon was obscenely rich, and his palaces had innumerable bedchambers, which were empty, but even so, King Lycaon sent the old beggar to sleep in the stable of the horses, because he was cruel, and fornicated with his 50 daughters.


Late at night, King Lycaon entered the stable where the beggar was sleeping, to try to kill him with a dagger, but a sudden apparition was seen at the stalls, it was like the ghost of a wolf, and King Lycaon escaped afraid.


Zeus, father of kings and pedagogue of men, he projected himself mentally in fantasm, although he pretended to be sleeping.


The next day, at noon, King Lycaon unexpectedly invited the beggar (who was actually Zeus) to eat with him, at the royal table, because Lycaon was ruminating to do some evil, and Zeus knew it.


With affected hypocrisy King Lycaon announced that himself would prepare banquet for the poor, and commanded all the cooks, maids and servants -but one- to get out of the kitchen immediately.

King Lycaon, secretly in the kitchen, he slaughtered the servant and cooked his limbs in a horrid stew: 
a while later, Lycaon king served the repugnant banquet to Zeus with a smile.


Zeus, father of men and professor of kings, completely indignant and furious, took off his beggar's outfit, and revealed his real identity: Lycaon king, tranced in panic tried to run away from the fury of Zeus, but Zeus turned him into a degraded creature, half-wolf, half-man.

Now Lycaon was a strange hybrid, head of wolf, with torso of man, and small canine legs:

confused and desperate Lycaon started running through his golden corridors, now on two legs, now on four, unable to speak, since his mind was animalized, as well.




In his ardent rage, Zeus Enormous, ruler of the thunderbolt, incinerated the palaces, and fulminated the 50 sons and 50 daughters of King Lycaon by means of electric discharges.


The world was horrible, and it was penalized with the flood, the human civilizations were erased by water.

When the waters withdrew, and the Earth got dry again, only werewolves were the new-first inhabitants?



It's lycanthropy


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LYCANTHROPY!