Hesiod
the Greek poet said the 'Hundred-Handed' was created by
Uranus and Gaea at the same time as the Titans, and
described him as having fifty heads and a hundred
invincible arms springing from his shoulders. Hesiod
called the being a Centimane and according to his writings
there were three of them.
To
date the Foundation has encountered only one, and cannot
say for certain whether there are
others, but we have come to understand that this
powerful deity is among the most mighty of what is
respectfully known as 'monster'. And if ever you wondered
what happens to those people who commit truly evil crimes
against others ... sometimes they are sent to the
Hundred-Handed.
The
Hundred-Handed generally appears from a blinding red flash
of light. Although he doesn't have fifty heads, he does
have many arms and hands. He has a face but no ears, his
eyes are somewhat bulbous and fish-like. He stands 7
metres tall and all the hands move and 'follow'. Not every
hand is the same, some are white others brown or black,
others yellow; some are human-like, others are claws,
others talons, others again have pincers.
Presumably the Hundred-Handed does not have
to appear in this strange form, but this is how he
chooses. His voice is croaking, deep and strange:
"I am
welcomed, but with a little fear I believe. Today I am
gentle. I am the Hundred Handed a name I am known by, and
one to be feared by mortals. I am great, mighty and
ferocious. You are
brave to welcome me."
The Hundred
Handed was holding a man in one of his huge claw-like
hands and then with his nails he pierced the man's body;
then with another pincer-hand tore strips of flesh from
him, down his back and thighs like the peel of an orange.
The other hands were waving around like tentacles of a sea
anemone.
"Evil
souls suffer greatly in my hands. I have not yet decided
whether this one will go to the Devourer or not."
Then he was playing with the man like a ball, throwing him
from one hand to another. The man had fainted.
"These
souls that come my way are dealt with severely and wish
they had never even been created." The man was being
torn to pieces, hands everywhere ripping, cutting and
tearing. On the ground around him were pieces of arms and
legs, some brown, some white, some yellow skinned. "I
have many mortals sent to me. Sometimes they go on to my
friend the Devourer. Sometimes I pull off a piece before
sending them on.
You have great courage. I do not give
blessings but I will give you the gift of your lives, of
strength and energy. Pay homage to me sometimes. I may
test you, that is all."
Festival
of The Hundred-Handed:
March 4th |