Once upon a time when Hercules was a hero in the city of Thebes and was well known in every single corner of ancient Greece. But after his ripe age of being a hero what happened to the well-known Hercules. We are about to embark on a journey of the greatest Hero and the shadiest villain.

 

The city of Delphi had long been plagued by crime and corruption, with the streets teeming with thieves and beasts along with terrifying monsters. But amidst this chaos, there arose a figure more sinister than them all - Hercules, the self-proclaimed mastermind behind the city's web of criminal enterprises.

Hercules, once known as a humble servant of justice, had taken a dark path towards his own twisted version of power. He had long abandoned his noble ideals, and instead, embraced the darkness that lurked within his heart. With his sharp mind and ruthless cunning, he had risen to become the most feared figure in all of Greece. 

 

But Hercules's journey towards villainy had not begun in a single moment of evil. No, it had been a gradual descent into darkness, fueled by a thirst for power and a thirst for revenge. It had started with a betrayal, a betrayal that had shattered Hercules' s trust and left him with a burning need for vengeance and fueled by a beast of the dark forest that had persuaded Hercules to get revenge against the people who angered him.

 

As he plotted and schemed his way to the top, Hercules's once noble intentions had been twisted into something dark and malevolent. He no longer sought justice for the innocent or protection for the weak. Instead, he reveled in the chaos and destruction he wrought upon the city, living in the fear and suffering he inflicted upon its helpless citizens.

 

His reign of terror had cast a dark shadow over Greece, turning it into a place of nightmares and horrors. The people lived in constant fear of Hercules's wrath, never knowing when he would strike next or who would be his next victim.

 

People began to whisper of his hatred for others and his merciless soul, of the cities he had destroyed and the lives he had taken without mercy. But Evil Hercules cared little for the opinions of others, reveling in the fear and respect his name inspired.

One day, a group of brave warriors set out to confront Evil Hercules, determined to put an end to his reign of terror. But as they ventured deeper into the forest, they realized that they were no match for the twisted power of Evil Hercules.

 

The evil being had laid traps and obstacles in their path, using his cunning and strength to outwit them at every turn. The warriors fought bravely, but one by one they fell to Evil Hercules's dark magic.

 

As the last warrior stood facing Evil Hercules, a sense of despair washed over him. He knew that he was no match for the malevolent being before him, but he refused to back down. With a roar of defiance, he charged forward, sword raised high.

But Evil Hercules was prepared. With a flick of his wrist, he called forth a bolt of dark energy, striking the warrior down before he could strike a lusty blow. The warrior fought and struggled to his last breath and he made every drop of sweat matter, however Hercules was not one to be easily defeated. The warrior fell to the forest floor, defeated and broken.

 

Evil Hercules stood over the fallen warrior, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He had proven once again that he was the true master of Greece, a being to be feared and respected.

 

And as he looked out over the desolate landscape, a feeling of satisfaction washed over him. Evil Hercules knew that he was unstoppable, a force of nature that would reign supreme for all eternity.

 

But little did he know that there was someone watching from the shadows, a being of light and hope who would one day rise up to challenge Evil Hercules and put an end to his reign of terror. A person who was mightier than Hercules but fought for justice and fought with wits. One day they would duel it out in a high-octane clash and Hercules would crumble at his doorsteps, but for now Hercules basked in glory. The battle for the fate of Greece had just started.

                                                                                                                               By Mohammed Uzair, Reuther Middle School