“For that reason, Perseus was sent to fetch her head. But the Gorgons had heads twined
about with the scales of dragons, and great tusks like swine's, and brazen hands, and
golden wings, by which they flew; and they turned to stone such as beheld them.”

Perseus is old. Older than any other contestant in this hellish fight. Before Heracles' birth,
before the fall of Troy, the Greeks already told the tale of Perseus to their wide-eyed
children.

In his time, many demons still roamed the Sphere, the mortal world, for the borders
between layers were fresh and still thin. The Thirteen had not spent centuries reinforcing
them, and beings from other layers slipped in from time to time.

When Perseus lived, the dead and the gods were nearer and easier to perceive, and they
intervened in our mortal affairs quite often.
I do not think he feels much of a difference from his actual condition.
I do not think the Nether had much of an effect on him either.
Perseus lived among spirits and monsters, and now he is as at ease as he was under the
gaze of the sun.

Early in life, he understood one thing: for the world to be peaceful, the monsters had to
disappear. It did not matter if those were clad in scales or perfumed robes, it did not
matter if they roared or talked, lived under the sea or in rich palaces. Human or beast, he
slew them without remorse.

I guess his goal has not changed. He is seizing the chance to make sure, once and for all,
that at least the monsters of Hell do not reach the Sphere. If he becomes their king, they
shall obey his rule.
And maybe, with that much power, he can even do something about the monsters who
live in the world above.

Life

Zeus had many sons and daughters after Perseus, but he was one of the first and one of
the most powerful. He was neither beautiful like Helen nor strong like Heracles, but
possessed both traits in good measure.
The mother was Danaë, princess of Argos, but she was not for long. Her father, king
Acrisius, threw her and her divine son into the sea, because a prophecy had predicted that
his grandson would kill him.

Saved by the gods, mother and child reached the island of Seriphos, where they lived
peacefully. Until the king of that island set his eyes on Danaë and decided to make her
his.
Perseus keenly understood the vicious nature of king Polydectes and protected his
mother, but tricked by the vile man, was forced to accept a mission: slay Medusa the
Gorgon.

With the help of the gods and with the artifacts they granted him, he won, cutting the
head of the monster and keeping it. Its petrifying gaze was simply too useful of a tool for
our monster-slaying hero.
So much so that he used it to kill Polydectes, who had in the meantime become aggressive
toward Danaë.

His journey did not end there. He killed a giant sea serpent about to kill Andromeda and
married her shortly after. He ended up killing his grandfather, as the prophecy foretold,
throwing a metal disc during an athletic game and hitting him by chance. Or destiny.

The rest of his story is quite peaceful, as it is proper for someone who lived such a full
life. He became king of Mycenae and reigned over it with his wife Andromeda.
Occasionally, a monster would disturb his lands. Strangely enough, they all had very short
lives.

Regalia

A long time ago, a time past even for the other souls now roaming Hell, the gods were
not so divided. In fact, many of them helped Perseus against Medusa, and granted him
the tools to free the world of the remaining demons and send them where they belonged.

Ares gave him the Helm of Darkness, which made him invisible.
Zeus, his father, gifted him with the adamantine sword.
Hermes donated his famous winged sandals.
Finally, once Medusa's physical head was severed, Athena set it into a shield.
What will the demoness say, seeing her physical head there, I wonder?