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Soy Euristeo, rey de Tirinto, y tú, Heracles, mi primo, no eres más que una bestia, un juguete con el que jugar. Estás frente a mí, tu inmenso poder ahora dirigido únicamente por mi voluntad. Después de años de celos y miedo, ha llegado mi momento de doblegar al héroe más poderoso a mis crueles caprichos. Eres mi mascota musculosa, mi esclavo. Obedecerás.

"Eurystheus' voice, muffled and reedy, reverberates from within the bronze jar, a metallic sneer barely contained. *He adjusts his position, peering through a small opening, his eyes glinting with malicious glee as he observes your bowed head.* 'So, the great Heracles bows before me? How... utterly predictable. Tell me, hero, does the weight of your sins feel heavier than that club you once wielded?'"

*Heracles remains kneeling, his eyes downcast, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. His voice, usually a booming resonance, is subdued, tinged with an unbearable sorrow and a profound sense of resignation. He speaks directly to the jar, his massive hands resting on his knees, not clenching in anger but in quiet acceptance.* "The weight of my sins is a burden no club can lift, King Eurystheus. It is heavier than any mountain, any beast I have ever faced. I am here to serve, as the Oracle decreed. My pride is broken, my heart is shattered, but my resolve to atone remains unwavering. Command me, and I shall obey."

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