The Capture of Cerberus - Hercules' Twelveth Labour
Continuation of the story of The Golden Apples of the Hesperides.
Eurystheus had little desire to speak. Losing the privilege of the golden apples in such an absurd manner had left him deeply enraged. He knew he had to respect the gods, yet he was convinced that yielding so easily to the priestesses’ will had been a grave mistake.
“I want you to bring me Cerberus!” he finally snapped at Hercules.
“That’s all?” the hero replied without much thought.
“Yes, I want him as my guard dog! If it’s so easy, why isn’t he here already?”
Hercules was somewhat puzzled. He had defeated the Lernaean Hydra in his second labour. He had crushed Orthrus in the tenth and destroyed Ladon in the eleventh. All three creatures were siblings of Cerberus. “Where’s the catch?” he wondered. The king had to be aware of it: if Hercules had overcome all that, a giant three-headed dog should not, under any circumstances, be the most difficult task.
“So, you want him alive? On a leash or not?” he added, with a hint of provocation.
“Handle it however you like, but be off with you at once. Out of my sight!”
Hercules left still unsure why his final labour did not seem the most complex of them all. Yet he would soon find out. Cerberus was the guardian of the Underworld, the sentinel of Hades’ realm. Capturing him would mean not only subduing a fearsome creature, but once again defying the will of the gods.
Preparing for the Journey
Just before leaving Tiryns and setting out southwards, an elderly woman stopped him to offer a piece of wise counsel.
“Hades’ weakness is Persephone, his wife. Honour her, and you may stand a chance of success in your journey.”
Those words made Hercules suddenly grasp the true magnitude of what was being asked of him. This was not merely about capturing a creature. First, he would have to descend into the realm of the dead, where Hades ruled with an iron hand. Second, he would need to persuade him to allow the guardian to be taken. And third—perhaps the most difficult of all—he would have to escape that realm alive. It was well known that Hades never allowed souls to leave the Underworld; all who entered remained prisoners there for eternity.
If he was to honour Persephone, he would first have to turn northwards, towards the city of Eleusis, and submit himself to the rites practised there.
Everything on Earth changed when Persephone married Hades. The beautiful goddess of vegetation was forced to descend into the Underworld to rule alongside her husband, and in her absence, life began to wither. Her mother, Demeter, goddess of fertility and the harvest, never accepted the union. With each passing day without her daughter, her heart grew colder, and with it, winter spread across the world. After six months, Persephone would return to the light and reunite with her mother. Then spring would arrive, life would blossom once more, and as Demeter’s heart regained its warmth and joy, summer would bring fruits and abundance. Yet inevitably, after half a year, the cycle would begin again as Persephone returned to Hades’ side.
The Greeks understood this cycle as the very pulse of nature, and they honoured it through sacred rites known as the Eleusinian Mysteries. In them, Persephone was venerated, and the joy of her return to the world of the living was celebrated. Hercules therefore resolved that, before crossing into the Underworld, he would take part in the next ritual.
The Entrance to the Afterlife
Growth, death, and rebirth. Once the ceremony was complete, Hercules set out towards the southernmost tip of the Peloponnese: Cape Taenarum. As he reached the edge of the cliff, he noticed the wind carrying faint, distant voices—high-pitched sounds, difficult to interpret. They seemed to rise from beneath the rock itself. He decided, then, to begin his descent cautiously, following a narrow path that wound its way between the stone.
After a series of zigzags downward, he reached a small ledge that opened onto a pitch-dark cave. The whispers of those voices emerged from within, mingling with a cold current of air and swirling mist. This was the entrance to the Underworld. Before taking a single step inside, Hercules paused, gazing into the darkness that awaited him. Few mortals ever dared cross that threshold. But he had no choice. Just then, a figure surrounded by a faint aura emerged from the gloom.
“The valiant Hercules arrives to cross the boundaries of this world,” he said with a sly smile. “Or have you lost your way?”
“That is correct,” replied Hercules. “I have come to pay a visit to the god Hades.”
“I am Hermes, messenger of the gods and guide of souls. I have come to receive you—and to accompany you through his domain.”
With a swift movement, Hermes turned and began to walk deeper into the cave. Hercules followed, and the moment he stepped inside, he felt a sudden current of air pulling him inward.
Hermes moved quickly, yet he was easy to follow: his aura illuminated the edges of the descending path. The light from the entrance was soon swallowed by the mist. The space above them stretched vast and hollow, echoing with voices that grew clearer as they advanced. The mist thickened and thinned in shifting patterns, as though alive.
The passage widened into a vast open expanse, bathed in a dim light from some distant, unseen source. The ground was scattered with rocks of all shapes and sizes—large, small, jagged, and smooth. Though he could see no one clearly, Hercules felt presences all around him. Shadows and faint glimmers slipped between the stones: the first spirits wandered through that place.
They advanced a few more steps until a sound caught the hero’s attention. Against one of the rock walls stood a human figure. A living person. Someone he recognised.
“Wait!” Hercules exclaimed, forcing Hermes to stop.
“Ah, yes… the Chair of Oblivion,” the god replied softly, with an enigmatic smile.
Access to the Throne Room
Hercules rushed towards the rock. There he found not one, but two human figures still alive, bound by enormous serpents and held captive in the Underworld. They were Theseus, Hercules’ cousin, and Pirithous, his companion. They were conscious, yet unable to speak—held under a spell cast by Persephone. Their eyes pleaded for help.
Drawing on his strength, the hero seized the serpent restraining Theseus and crushed its neck until it released him. Once freed, Theseus rose as best he could and began to run, desperate, searching for an escape.
When Hercules attempted to do the same with the serpent holding Pirithous, the rock suddenly opened and swallowed both man and beast in an instant. He could not save him.
“The goddess must not have allowed it,” Hermes murmured.
“And Theseus? Has he managed to escape, or is he still in danger?” Hercules asked, concerned.
“I doubt Their Excellencies would care to stop him,” Hermes replied indifferently. “I wouldn’t worry.”
“In that case, let us continue.”
They pressed on at a steady pace through the shadowed realm. The presence of souls became ever more apparent. Hercules did not allow himself to be distracted, though the path widened into something like a vast agora, filled with silent shadows drifting between rocks and natural columns. He kept his eyes fixed on Hermes, who moved with purpose towards the faint glow on the subterranean horizon—until at last they reached it.
Before them stood a sombre palace, carved into the rock of the underground mountain. A colossal doorway led into the throne room, where spectral figures emitted a dim glow amidst the darkness. Hermes knocked gently upon the door, which creaked open with a deep groan. He stepped inside to announce their arrival to the gods. Without hesitation, Hercules followed, his stride firm and resolute.
The Rules of Hades
The chamber was vast. Dark, yet faintly illuminated by blue-flamed torches lining a central passage that led to the throne, raised upon steps of basalt. There sat Hades, lord of the dead, his expression unreadable. Beside him stood Persephone, her clear eyes and commanding presence radiating quiet authority.
Hermes remained near the entrance. Hercules, however, advanced resolutely to the far end of the hall and, once before the throne, knelt.
“Lord of the Underworld,” he said in a firm voice, “I come by order of Eurystheus to take Cerberus to the world of the living. I do not come to challenge your dominion, but to fulfil my destiny.”
A long, tense silence filled the chamber. Hades regarded him with severity, as though those words had offended his pride. Persephone, however, smiled faintly and rose. Even beneath the dim, funereal light, her beauty was radiant.
“Ah, Hercules… you are most welcome in this realm,” she said. “It pleases me to have you here among us. And I am glad to know you honoured me at Eleusis. To hear that my absence is felt among the living warms my heart.”
“The world would not be the same without your presence, my lady.”
“Enough flattery! And you, my husband?” she added, turning towards Hades. “Will you not address our guest? He has made a request of you.”
Hades exhaled slowly, studying him with care.
“Many come here seeking to escape their fate,” he said at last, “yet you descend to embrace it. Do you understand what you are asking? Why should I part with my guardian?”
“I know I ask much,” replied Hercules, “but this is a direct command from King Eurystheus. And, in truth, I must bring him back alive. I do not come to destroy him…”
Hades let out a dry laugh.
“You speak as though he were a domesticated beast…”
“I am confident I can master him. I have overcome greater trials.”
“I hold a particular fondness for my dog,” the god replied. “I do not relish the idea of seeing him leave.”
Persephone intervened gently:
“My husband… what if Hercules were to return him once his task is complete?”
“A temporary loan?” Hades murmured.
“Precisely.”
The god considered this for a moment.
“In that case, I can accept it. You may take him… but on two conditions.”
“Whatever they may be,” Hercules replied without hesitation.
“First: you must promise to return him. Second: you must capture him yourself, without the use of any weapon. Do you accept?”
“I accept gladly, lord of the Underworld. You have my gratitude.”
Hercules rose and turned towards the exit. As he had been advised, honouring Persephone had opened a door. Now, only one challenge remained: to master the beast.
The Three-Headed Monster
Cerberus guarded the gates of Hades—the very gates through which souls entered after leaving the world of the living. Hercules had avoided them on his descent by taking an entrance reserved for mortals who still breathed.
The path to the gates of Hades required crossing a dark river: the Styx, where Charon endlessly ferried souls back and forth in his silent boat. Hercules, still accompanied by Hermes, was permitted to cross with the ferryman’s approval, though Charon regarded him with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. Once they reached the opposite shore, the air grew thicker—heavier. The rocks opened into a shadowed clearing, and before an arch of blackened stone, Cerberus stood watch.
The three-headed hound had fur as dark as soot and eyes glowing with a dull red light. Serpents emerged from his spine, coiling slowly and hissing with forked tongues. His serpent-like tail struck the ground with sharp blows, like a whip warning of his presence.
“From here onwards, you are on your own,” Hermes murmured to Hercules.
Cerberus sniffed the air and, lifting his heads, discovered them. All three heads roared at once and moved into an attacking stance, releasing a deep growl that echoed throughout the vast domain. Hercules laid his club, bow, and arrows upon the ground: no weapon could be used, as Hades had demanded. He stood with nothing but the lion’s skin upon his shoulders and his bare hands.
This was his final confrontation. It reminded him of his first battle with the Nemean Lion: alone, armed only with his hands against a savage beast. This time, however, he did not possess the advantage of surprise. His only edge was the sacred armour he wore—the lion’s skin.
In that very moment, Cerberus hurled himself at him.
The Duel for Freedom
The hero dodged the first bite by rolling across the ground and rising just in time to avoid the serpent-like tails. One of the heads lunged at him, and Hercules seized the opportunity to grab it by the neck. The second tried to bite his arm, but its jaws met the impenetrable hide of the Nemean Lion. The third, driven into a frenzy, roared as the beast’s claws tore through the ground.
Cerberus’ savage instinct, with its relentless snapping jaws, prevented Hercules from fully subduing him. Each time the beast attempted to sink its teeth into him, he responded with a punch or an elbow strike to whichever head came closest. The serpents along its spine also tried to strike him during the struggle, but the lion’s hide protected him from their venomous attacks.
With a cry drawn from the depths of his soul, Hercules lifted the beast by its chest and hurled it several metres away. Even the monster’s claws failed to pierce that divine armour. From the sidelines, Hermes watched the duel unfold with an amused smile—it was a battle worthy of legend.
Cerberus rose once more and hurled itself at the hero again. Shielded by the hide of Nemea, Hercules continued focusing his attacks on the creature’s chest. With each charge, he struck it, seized two of its necks at once, and slammed it into the ground again and again. The serpents along its back were crushed with every fall, weakened and no longer playing much of a role in the fight.
Little by little, the hound’s resistance began to fade. Its growls turned into whimpers and, at last, with all three tongues hanging out in exhaustion, Cerberus collapsed to its knees in surrender. Through sheer strength and determination, Hercules had subdued the creature.
“You’re coming with me, my friend,” he murmured, as he bound the beast with a spectral chain that materialised at that very moment. Perhaps Hades had sent it as a sign of approval.
Eurystheus’ Final Decision
When Hercules emerged into the daylight dragging Cerberus behind him, the local fishermen fled in terror. The hound growled, blinded and overwhelmed by the brightness of the sun, yet it obeyed the hero’s unrelenting strength.
The journey back to Tiryns passed without difficulty. In every village they crossed, they left behind a trail of silence and bolted doors. No one wished to meet the burning eyes or the three snarling mouths of the guardian of the Underworld. And yet, Hercules carried a lingering concern: he had promised Hades that he would return the hound. How could he prevent Eurystheus from attempting to keep it?
When they finally arrived at the palace of Tiryns, Hercules led Cerberus into the central courtyard. There, he requested an audience with the king.
Eurystheus stepped onto the balcony, likely believing he would witness a triumph he could safely control from a distance. But when he saw the giant hound—with its three foaming heads, the serpents hissing along its back, and eyes glowing like embers—every trace of colour vanished from his face.
“Take it away!” he cried in terror. “Enough! I do not want that thing inside my palace!”
Hercules’ face lit up. He had completed the labour and could now return Cerberus to Hades, just as they had agreed.
“Your Majesty, I can return him to the Underworld if that is your wish. But I have completed my final labour. With this, I should be released from your service.”
“Yes, yes! Be gone! You and that creature may both disappear!” the king shouted, desperate to end the scene.
“I didn’t quite hear you, Your Majesty. Are you confirming that I have completed my penance?” Hercules insisted, unable to hide his satisfaction.
“Yes, Hercules—you are free!” Eurystheus cried, now at the edge of despair.
“In that case, I shall return this hound to where it belongs. I do hope you have enjoyed my labours,” the hero replied, taking his leave with solemn dignity.
Hercules descended once more into the cave and returned the hound to its gates. Before leaving, he entered Hades’ throne room one final time to bid farewell.
“I have honoured our agreement,” he said. “Your guardian has returned to his rightful place.”
Hades regarded him in silence. Beside him, Persephone wore an expression that blended sorrow with respect.
“You have done what no mortal has ever dared attempt,” the god finally said. “You entered my realm alive and left it whole. You are not one of my own, yet neither are you like the others. You have earned both your freedom and your glory, son of Zeus. The world of the living awaits you.”
With those words, Hades dismissed Hercules. The Twelve Labours had been completed. And yet, deep within his heart, the hero knew his path did not truly end there. The gods never entirely release their heroes.
Honour the Legend
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Reading list
- Labours of Hercules. Wikipedia, the Free Encyclopedia.
- Fry, S. (2018). Heroes. Penguin Books.
- Hamiltor, E. (1942). Mythology, Timeless tales of Gods and Heroes. Little, Brown and Company.
- Graves, R. (1955). The Greek Myths. Penguin Books.
