Immortalised in stone
It was during the time when Megaphentes sat upon the throne of Argos that the two remaining sisters tracked him down by the scent of his mourning. They came in the night, one at a time, then together the third and final night.
Wetting his loins with bursts of hatred and dripping bile into his ears with venomous tongues they filled his mind to the brim with promise of vengeance.
”He is the off-spring of Zeus”, Megaphentes complained.
”He is also the slayer of your kin”, Euryale retorted.
”And has turned you into an exile by claiming the throne of Tiryns as his own”, Stheno added,
”The Kindly Ones give you right of passage”.
Megaphentes shuddered. The light touch of brazen fingers along his thighs caught his attention.
”An eye for an eye”, Stheno whispered.
”A brother for a sister”, Euryale finished.
They sealed the pact by fusing flesh and hatred without eyes meeting even once.
”There is a price”, they warned him.
”There always is”, he retorted.
”Your mortal name will remain but a flicker in the annals of man. His brazen immortality an inspiration for eons to come.”
”I care not”. And he did not. ”But how will he die?” For this he cared in great detail.
”He cannot”, they had answered, ”Yet nor will he live.”
And so he was told to wait until the kinslayer would not wear the helm given by Hades, nor the winged sandals of the Hesperides. He was to wait until his exiler would not be wielding the adamantine sword, nor wearing the shield given by Athena as protection. Megaphenthes was a patient man and when the deed was done the sisters were lying in wait knowing their kinslayer would have to pay homage to his uncle before ascending to this father.
They took him there by the black river spilling his innards on its shore.
Yet he lived and scorned them.
They feasted on his beating heart.
Yet he lived and scorned them.
They tore his head off his shoulders.
Yet he lived and scorned them.
They turned their gaze on him and he scorned them no longer.
