Inevitable Darkness

Through gritted teeth and a growl of pain, the Invictus of Hercules grabbed onto the abyssal skewer that stuck through his eye. It was a feat too gruesome to be done, yet, with a single tug, the object was ripped out as an abundance of liquid leaked from the man's destroyed socket. 

All but surely, even as one of divine might, such wounds would be fatal to any beings tethered to flesh. Despite that common weakness of humans, the man persisted. 

["The Thirteenth Labor"] 

"Just which god is it that empowers you? A god of death? Of life? That is the only explanation for this unnatural tenacity," Nemesis questioned. 

The man stood tall like a pillar of sturdy stone holding up the world itself, even as blood seeped from his mortal wounds, "I am not powered by any god–I am no champion, but to humanity itself."