EPISODE HEPHAISTOS
Hephaistos. Goddess of the forge. Heaven’s craftswoman. The red-haired, red-eyed metallurgist. The fiery forgemistress.
She went by many names, but all of them spoke to her excellent skill or her fiery temperament—and not a single one touched on her more feminine side.
“What feminine side?” the gods would joke, and it seemed this impression of her had spread to the mortal world as well, for Hephaistos’s children all saw her the same way.
“It’s not like I care what other people think of me,” she said to herself, hand on her hip, examining her reflection in her office mirror.
“You should try acting a little cuter, Hephaistos! You’re wasting your good looks!”
She thought back to what Demeter told her at a party a few days prior. Even Hephaistos could see that Demeter was brimming with womanly charm. And once Demeter said those words aloud, Hestia and Miach loudly—and drunkenly—agreed.
“Acting cuter…”
She didn’t mean to make a big deal of it. She was just curious—that was all. Perhaps she should indulge her inner woman more. And so with the words of her friends swirling around in her head, she stared at her own reflection, pondered the matter for some time, and then struck a pose. Placing a finger to her own cheek, she smiled the biggest smile she could muster.
“Heya, guys! Heffy here! Tee-hee!”
Suddenly, the door opened.
“Sorry to disturb you, Lady Hephaistos. I just wondered if—”
The man stopped when he saw her, frozen mid-pose in front of the mirror, and all the blood slowly drained from his face. He closed the door gently, like rolling a stone over the entrance of a disturbed tomb.
“I’ll come back later…”
“Wait, Welf! I can explain! Don’t go! Please!!!”
Hephaistos sprinted out into the hallway after her fleeing follower.
However, had any gods seen her posing, they would have no doubt unanimously agreed that it was cute.
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