About three hundred years ago, Hephaestus lived in a palace. He was the king of Greece - a brutal and menacing ruler. He would do anything to get what he wants, even if it meant killing innocents. Very few people were fond of this king, and they were the few wealthy families close to the king in relation. Many people had attempted assassination, but they had all failed and paid the ultimate price. With each additional murder attempt, the king became more arrogant. He felt as if he were the most important person in the world, even more important than Zeus.

On the night of the first full moon of the year, the hated king attended the annual gypsy fair in the capital city. The people, particularly of the lower class, did not pay him respect as he strolled by. Instead, he was scowled upon. Some even tossed decaying meat at his feet to show their disrespect. He ordered his carriage and demanded that he be taken back to his palace. As the horses trampled through the dirt, he saw a large sign near a tent. He got out as the carriage rolled to a stop and examined the sign. It read:

THE TENT FOR MEN. NO BETTER PLACE TO BE TREATED RIGHT THAN HERE!

He walked into the tent; it was red with floral patterns; and he knew what it was. It was a bordello, full of women dancing around erotically. He found the dancers to be sexually arousing and decided to stay awhile. He binged on strong beer, fulfilling his sexual gratification as the dancers danced on his lap suggestively. Many women took turns dancing for the king; all of them stripping of all of their clothes for him. But he found fancy with his last pleasure act, a young dancer named Pandora who seemed to be the most modest of all of the dancers he touched. He was lured by her rare beauty and wanted to make her his mistress. But Pandora did not agree. She refused his abrupt request, because she was already in love with a man named Adonis.

And so the king had her abducted against her wishes. He kept her in a locked room adjacent to his own, only visiting her at night when he grew amorous. Pandora, without the knowledge of the king, made Adonis stay in the house across from her window and saw him steadily, communicating through the barred window. One day, a servant, who was jealous of Pandora’s beauty, spotted her flirting with Adonis. And thus, the king came to know about Pandora's secret affair.

On a full moon, the king invited Adonis over for a feast. He even had Pandora brought down to join him. They ate, the sounds of clattering silverware echoing in silence. After the feast, the king forced Pandora to perform an exclusive erotic dance for Adonis in pure nakedness. Pandora refused to remove her clothes in front of Adonis, but the king pulled out his short dagger and swiped through her clothes, letting them fall to her ankles. She was pushed onto Adonis’s stretched legs. The king circled them, his teeth bore enraged fury. Pandora soon found herself in an act of passion with Adonis in front of the king. Hephaestus held up the dagger with his right hand, his grip tightening in concentration. Right there and then, he killed Adonis before Pandora’s eyes in the banquet hall. He then ordered oil to be poured all over her body. She begged for her life, but mercy never came. The king was handed a torch and within seconds, he engulfed the woman in flames.

Pandora’s soul wanted to avenge the king. The king was warned about being haunted by the dancer and brought great sorcerers and warlocks from all around the world. Together, they conducted an exorcism, sealing Pandora’s ashes in an urn. The king kept the pot in the room in the eastern corner and locked the door with enchanted amulets and artifacts. Thirty years later, the king had died of old age.

But Pandora’s soul is still waiting in the easternmost room to avenge the king to this day. It is said that if Pandora was freed from her prison, she would spend an eternity unleashing hellish evil of all sorts until she kills the king with her hands. When she is released from her prison, all of the Earth is doomed, because she will not stop until she finds the king who no longer alive. No one knows how much of the story is true, and how much is fabricated. But one thing is for certain.

Pandora’s Box is out there.