Prophet Prometheus - (1)

In the underworld, the great gates to Hades’ citadel loomed large.

Huff, huff. Creak...

I stood watching the creature before me, a monstrous hound with three heads, each dripping with venomous saliva as it panted and wagged its tail, trying to please me. This was Cerberus, the guardian of the underworld, who had grown a bit larger since the last time I saw him.

As I watched Cerberus, I pulled out the Cornucopia, the horn of plenty. Thinking of a juicy piece of meat, I reached into the broken horn and grabbed a large chunk of …