The wounded hero and Luzbel behind the garlics

So turned out to be that one afternoon Herakles (also called Hercules) lost his mind due to certain trifle or fingle-fangle, and assassinated his wife and all his sons.

The gods seated at Olympiall habitation, like divine robots monitoring the human theatre -as it always happens- they witnessed this atrocious event with telescope, and commented unfavorable things each other in the ear.

Zeus was especially indignant, as Herakles was his own son, "And a hero" -he said- "A hero.... shouldn't lose his temper in such a funest way"

Ares observed astonished

Aphrodite pulled a face, and fixed her right strap on her shoulder

Hera lamented and pontificated:

the eyes of the world were looking at Hercules, with retinas set on his homicidal hands, because -as it always happens- when the hero errs, all the spotlights fall on his head

and Luzbel-Lucifero, eternal god who always does what he wants to do, he observed Hercules in his obnubilated insanity, and Luzbel was hidden behind the garlics.


Zeus, supreme ruler, instructor of kings and pedagogue of men, he sents the Harpies to tantalize the flawed paladin, idoneous punishment for the crime:

the winged female monsters scratch Hercules in his sleep with their plumbean talons and defecate on his aliments

and Luzbel-Satana, lawyer of the life and mentor of the humans, he feels mercy for the hero and frightens the Harpies off, intimidating them with whistles and obscenities. 


After enduring the divine justice, Hercules purifies his body at the feet of priest-king Thespius, who washes the head and fingers of the hero with oxygenated water.... so, after the rite, the paladin marches with his peroxided hair toward the court of king Eurystheus, to serve him, in order to comply with the human justice, as the digital infallible oracle dictated, and Luzbel-Diablo goes with him, like an invisible guardian angel all dressed in black wool and clemency.


Once arrived in the country of Eurystheus, the king receives Herakles with severe hospitality, and serves banquet at his halls for the son of Zeus -now his temporary servant-:

around the regious table, the hero restores his energy with greasy red meats and sweet liqueurs, while the barbate monarch indicates him the twelve labours to be carried out:

Herakles nods his head and assents to every thing the king commands, and Luzbel-Demon assents with him, transparent like the dawn

and the demonic glutei are seated on one of the chairs around the kingly adorned table, and no-one sees anything there, but an empty chair

and Lucifer-brother assents to the every word, red like a glans in erection.





The story narrates how Herakles served king Eurystheus, for months, maybe years, bearing his sentence, executing every labour as the labours dictated were, and the labours were extremely risky and brutal
and Luzbel-Belzebub helped him when the task was too heavy for his human shoulders, and healed every wound of the paladin during his sleep, and guarded him from wolves and from the Lamia during the dead dormant hours.


But the story also relates how, after these brown years, one day Herakles died
the story is somehow implausible -this sometimes happens- and the paladin enters his agony after a poisoned tunic touches his body, tearing and melting his flesh like acid
and Lucifero-Luzbel was with him, observing the dying hero with soft stare

(resignation, Lucifer means resignation, this is a figurative wording, like this tale: why are you taking it so seriously?)


but despite Luzbel-Lucifero is an eternal god who always does what he wants to do, he cannot control time or human will or any consequence derived from it.

Unseeable like the air, Satan lit the pyre to burn the wounded hero and his exposed bones:

the evening was red, like a glans in erection when the flames ascended in combustion embracing the already inert paladin.