The dust of the battle field settles unveiling piercing red floating eyes. Spartan generals yell to their formations, “Hold ranks!” A deep gurgling sound grows louder as the beast lowers its head below the rising sea of dust. The fearless Spartans' bake in the summer heat as they baste in their dripping anxiety. There is good reason to fear. This giant Titan descendant destroyed five armies and countless cities along its journey here. These Spartans are the last obstacle standing between this monster and their families and homes. Ten thousand Shields clang together as the order “Close ranks!” is given. An eerie silence covers the hidden battlefield. The army now waits for the beast to strike out.
Agonizing screams drag towards the center of the formation as shields, spears, and bodies fall from the sky. The beast returns its slithering spiked tail back into the cloud. The sound of soldiers hearts beating mingle with the choking evil stench of sulfur. The formations shuffles close to replace the gaps left by their fallen compatriots. Through the heighten quietness, eyes bulge watching the massive barbed tail swerves like a serpent in and out of the dust just ahead. Soldiers see the shredded remains and the useless pieces of shields marking this cemetery. Quivering lips whisper redeeming prayers to the gods asking for immediate help. It seems nothing in their arsenal will stop this monster from Hades!
Haderus's four wings rise slowly and stretch out in the noon light. A million glistening brass shields lining its wings blast blaring brightness blindfolding the Spartan army. Soldiers lift their shields to protect themselves from the burning heat cast upon them. A roaring head lifts fifty feet upward showing its four gigantic staring faces. The roaring face of a lion gazes down with fangs longer than the tallest Spartan soldier. Fright grips this fearless army. The faces of a raging bull on the right side, and dragon on the left, look toward the opposing flanks. Both mouths erupt with deafening blast strong enough to blow the ranks backward. Fire shoots over the right flank baking the men alive. The lion face pounces on a dozen men, snatching them in his chewing jaws. The bull thrust his horns in the left flank impaling soldiers seven ranks deep. Every spear is ordered thrust at the beast, as archers rain down a thousand arrows. But, their spears graze off the metal monster as arrows cling down marking the beast hundred foot boundaries. The Spartans hold fast waiting for a glorious death. All seems lost!
From the distance a voice shouts out, “Mount Olympus!” The thumping feet of a rushing army runs towards Haderus. The monster seems nervous and begins shaking inside the dirt cloud. All of a sudden, its four faces repeatedly dart and jab toward the darkening cloud below. Thunder cracks as lightening reveals glimpses of the battle stirring in front of the retreating army. The ground violently shakes beneath their pounding feet knocking the soldiers off their feet. They reverently kneel and watch helplessly. A gargantuan human face jolts upward screaming in torment. It jabs down before the army as they watch it begging for help. No mercy is given. Its anguished head lifts upward and then twist completely around before slamming its long neck to the ground. The army waits silently.
A smaller bouncing head pierces through the top of the dirt cloud. It draws toward the center of the formation. Slowly a dark muscular silhouette appears carrying a spiked club on his shoulder. The Spartans break rank and abandon their position. The cloud settles to the ground as shouts of heroic appreciation erupt. “Hercules!”
The Spartan general orders the soldiers back to formation. Nearly ten thousand thankful faces smile as they stand proudly at attention. The general approaches this hero. He gazes at the grim faces of the beast revealing its demise. Hercules tore the tail from Haderus and used its spikes to slash its neck. The four horrified faces lay dead in front of the army with its own tail still stuck in its neck. The general kneels before Hercules and bows his humble head.
“We Spartan thank you for vanquishing this dread beast. We too are grateful for saving the lives of our families and protecting our homes.”
The formation breaks their silence as gratuitous murmurings flood over the ranks, “Thank you Hercules!” Some honor him with their voices as savior, as some with prayers to this half god. The smiling Hercules rejects these men for their beliefs. He reminds them, “I am just a man.”
Festivity begins as word spreads thought the land that Haderus is dead. Great joy fills the hearts of men once more. The Athenian and Spartan kings decide to host games in honor of Hercules. The countryside farmers and villagers take leave of their work to attend the celebrations throughout Greece. A parade of dancing maidens follow the ox drawn carts filled with food for the banquet at the Athenian acropolis. The praises of Hercules rest on every tongue. This does not delight the gods!
The messenger god Hermes climbs the great stairway to the tower. The giant golden doors of Mount Olympus open. Inside the humungous cathedral to the gods sits the distressed king Zeus. His sad face looks down upon earth. The other gods seem just as solemn as the king. They watch from their thrones as the events unfold before their eyes. Ares shakes his head side to side in disbelief. He cannot believe what he is seeing. Poseidon lowers his trident in disgust.
Hermes kneels before King Zeus waiting for his acknowledgment.
Zeus commands him, “Speak.”
I am given a message.” Hermes opens his sack. He retrieves the head from the four faced beast Haderus and holds it up before the king. “Majesty, I was told to give this to you as a gift. Hercules wishes your blessing and says, 'May all the gods and goddesses be honored in my victory'.”
This present infuriates Zeus. “Does my son rival me? He steals the praise from my people and wishes I adorn him with my blessing?”
The king stands and faces away. “Tell Hercules he shall see my blessing!”
Hermes looks upon the gods to see every face is filled with fury. He knows Zeus is about to curse Hercules with all the gods approval. Hermes responds, “Is there anything else my king might wish I deliver?”
“Yes!” Zeus touches the horrified faces of Haderus with his lightning bolt scepter. A flash, and then earsplitting cracking sparks over the head of the beast. Suddenly, the four faces turn to gold. “Return this gift to Hercules. Tell him he has my blessing. Lift my gift high where all can see so my blessing may be poured out on all people. Now go in all haste!”
Hermes rises. He ties the bag shut. “Majesty, I go as you command. May praise be poured out upon you and all the gods.” He marches toward the golden doors passing the amused gods. They know not what the future holds for Hercules, but they assure each other with their sarcastic snickers that Zeus will honor his son with a repentant heart.
As he enters the threshold of the doors Zeus commands, “Wait! Tell Hercules to speak these words after raising my gift to him. May every man know the heart of Zeus!”
Hermes spirit secretly urges him to warn Hercules as he walks away.
Zeus states, “Do not attempt to forewarn him Hermes. I will be watching and listening.”
Hermes dashes off while leaping upward. His winged shoes fly him over Olympus before descending through the thick clouds below. His heart weighs heavy with the burden he carries. He knows he must fill his commission under the kings order. He knows Zeus and the gods are full of trickery. This gift is not a present, but is a ghastly curse upon all men. He thinks of a way to alert Hercules while pondering how a father could hate his son so.
The crowd looks up to see the shimmering messenger of the gods hoovering above. The people bow as he streams by them toward the acropolis. Hercules smiles at the approaching Hermes, waiting for him to descend. He lands alongside him. The gathering grows reverently quiet watching as Hercules kneels before Hermes.
“Rise Hercules. I have a gift from your father.” Hermes swings the bag from off his back and
lowers it.
Hercules reaches up to retrieve the gift, but fails to reach the sack. The twenty foot tall god kneels to a more obtainable position.
“Take the gift your father offers you.”
Hercules humbly takes the sack with outstretched gracious hands.
“I am ordered by your father Zeus that you should raise this gift high where all can see so all may experience the gods blessing. I am instruct to tell you to repeat these words, 'May every man know the heart of Zeus'.”
Hermes feels the gods eyes are upon him, and knows the ear of Zeus listens. The only warning he can give Hercules is his solemn face. Hercules senses something is wrong, but he is blinded by this godly gift. He hoist the golden faces of the beast above his head for all to see.
Hermes leaves Hercules with the words, “Pray to the gods for mercy. Pray to Zeus he will forgive.”
The sensation of the poisonous gift is greater than the merciful antidote. Hermes looks down one last time wishing they would take heed. But he is only left with the sight of them celebrating and a sharp pain in his heart as punishment from the gods.