When Hephaestus cries, it’s all over!

They are all the same! They are all the same!

While the rest of my world is beautiful, I am here, ugly and crippled in my whole immortal life. It hurts to realize that the ones whom you expected to care for you, are the ones who will do the opposite- my parents, my father Zeus and my mother Hera. They ignored me. They forgot me. They just threw me, just because of my face, just because my brothers and sisters are all attractive and I am not! My parents accepted them, and I was not!

I don’t know. At least, I was sent back again in the kingdom. And here is my wife Aphrodite, I gave her nothing but my love. And when I am working in my forge, I just learn that she’s just fooling me, with my very own brother Ares. They are lusting with each other in one bed, in the darkness of my soul. Again, I just accepted it, realizing it’s my life.

I wish I had such faces that are perfect in shape and those bodies that show greatness and perfection. Maybe, just like my brothers and sisters, I would also be loved by my father and my mother. Maybe, I would also be loved by my wife.

But a god will never be broken. They call me Hephaestus, the god of fire, blacksmiths, metalworking, carpenters, craftsmen, artisans, sculptors, metallurgy and volcanoes.

In my skill, I can make weapons that will protect every god, goddess and mortal against ruthless pain and unfair treatment. In my own way, I will shine bright like my fire.