No matter how esteemed a man may be, remember that he is only a man. Wrought from sin and flesh, his spirit may wane in the face of true bliss and pleasure. Do not forget our lowly and base origins.
There once was a hero who saved the world. It was a classic fairy tale. A great evil threatened to destroy all of creation and the ever-praised hero went on an adventure, uniting the forces of man against this common enemy. He vanquished the darkness and brought forth an era of light.
In true fable fashion, right afterwards, he disappeared. Like a tale of legend, he was gone the moment his purpose was fulfilled. And that was how it was for decades. No one ever questioned what became of their bespoke hero.
As it is with all things, as time passed, evil began to loom once more. The terror of the night struck fear into the hearts of mortal man, but this time, there was no hero to save the day.
When all was on the brink of collapse and exhaustion, a team of brave knights, scholars, and worthies gathered to seek out the lost hero. He must still be alive for it hadn't been that long since his eminent rise and quiet departure.
After much travails and tribulations, they discovered him in a strange paradise. It was one constructed by none other than the great evil that plagued the world. It had built for the hero a rapturous inner sanctum where he could enjoy all the pleasurable things the flesh may experience.
Decades of gluttony and vice led the hero to become a fat, bulbous worm, crawling and groaning in grunts of ecstasy. He would stuff himself full and lethargically lounge around this citadel, never caring for worries, and never ill with anxiety. He could roll about and douse himself in carnal desires for ever.
When the team of adventurers found him in this state, they wept. For they knew the hero was gone. All that remained was a man-worm engorging on endless pleasure. The great evil had won.