The Twelve Labors
He strangled the invulnerable Nemean Lion, slew the nine-headed Hydra, cleaned thirty years of filth from the stables in a single day (by diverting a river), fetched the golden apples at the world’s end, and finally descended to the underworld to capture the three-headed hound Cerberus alive. With each labor, the definition of "impossible" was rewritten.
The Beasts in the Cradle
Hera put two serpents in his cradle. When the nurse rushed in, the eight-month-old Heracles was holding a dead snake in each fist, laughing happily. The seer prophesied on the spot: this child will rid the world of monsters.
The Poisoned Robe and the Pyre
His wife Deianira, deceived into thinking it a love charm, gave him a robe soaked in the Hydra’s venomous blood. The poison burned into his bones, past all cure. Heracles built his own pyre; his mortal part burned away and his divine part rose to Olympus — apotheosis by the most painful means possible.