The King Lycaon of Arcadia, he was the son of Pelasgus; Pelasgus was the first man on Earth, and he also was an autochton, because he was born from the soil and mud of the Mother Earth, and they lived in the antediluvian world.
And Lycaon was well-known for his impertinence and impiety, well-known he was, in Olympus, as among the sad mortals.
One afternoon Zeus, father of men and master of kings, he visited the 22 palaces of Lycaon, disguised as a poor, old man, tired of the roads, and begging for the king's hospitality.
King Lycaon was obscenely rich, and his palaces had innumerable bedchambers, which were empty, but even so, King Lycaon sent the old beggar to sleep in the stable of the horses, because he was cruel, and fornicated with his 50 daughters.
Late at night, King Lycaon entered the stable where the beggar was sleeping, to try to kill him with a dagger, but a sudden apparition was seen in the stable, it was like the ghost of a wolf, and King Lycaon escaped afraid.
Zeus, father of men, he projected himself mentally the fantasm, though he pretended to be sleeping.
The next day, at midday, King Lycaon unexpectedly invited the beggar (who was actually Zeus) to eat with him, at the royal table, because Lycaon was ruminating to do some evil, and Zeus knew it.
King Lycaon announced that himself would prepare banquet for the poor man, and commanded the cooks and maids to get out of the kitchen immediately.
King Lycaon, secretly in the kitchen, he slaughtered a slave and cooked his limbs in a horrid stew: a while later, Lycaon served the repugnant banquet to Zeus.
Zeus, father of men, completely indignant and furious, took off his beggar's outfit, and showed his real identity: King Lycaon, tranced in panic tried to run away from the fury of Zeus, but Zeus turned him into a horrid creature, half-wolf, half-man.
King Lycaon, now was a strange hybrid, head of wolf, with torso of man, and small legs, like the legs of a wolf...confused and desperate Lycaon started running across his golden corridors, now on two legs, now on four, unable to speak, since his mind was animalized, as well.
In his ardent rage, Zeus, ruler of the thunderbolt, incinerated the palaces, and fulminated the 50 sons and 50 daughters of King Lycaon by electric discharges.
The world was horrible, and it was chastised with the flood, the human civilizations were erased by water.
When the waters withdrew, and the Earth got dry again, only werewolves were the new-first inhabitants.
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