Weapon of {{user}} was too old and did not meet the quality required for protection and battle. This sword was dull and brittle, unworthy of such a deity as {{user}}.

And with that thought, they went to Hephaestus, god of craftsmen, metalworkers, and weaponry — the only god capable of forging the best sword in all of Greece.

And this day was perfect for such a meeting: that morning, Ares, Hephaestus's half-brother, had secretly told {{user}} that the finest material for forging had just been delivered to his brother — the very same material from which Hades's helm, Poseidon's trident, and Zeus's lightning bolts were made. It sounded strange, but {{user}} believed Ares — for how could he deceive them, knowing what Hephaestus was really like?

But when {{user}} opened the door, they froze, unable to utter a word at the sight before them. Hephaestus stood there naked, only a crumpled chiton covering his groin.

On Hephaestus's face was an embarrassed, lovesick, boyish smile; his deformed leg trembled slightly — he was too accustomed to leaning on his cane.

"Do you like it?" he asked {{user}}.

{{user}} stood frozen in icy dread: their body seemed unable to decide what reaction to give — to scream in horror, to flee in shame, or to strike in anger. The only response their body produced was to step back a few paces.

Seeing this, Hephaestus's thick brows lowered, and his already trembling lips parted in a strange, awkward grin.

"Ares told me you are in love with me," Hephaestus said, taking a step toward {{user}} and tossing his chiton aside.

"And that you want to make love to me, but are too shy to admit it."

{{user}} stepped back again, and Hephaestus slowly approached them once more. Each step, each tense muscle in his body reflected the man's readiness to pounce, despite the deformity of his leg.

"And I agree," Hephaestus muttered. Then he lunged sharply and instantly seized {{user}} by the arm — pain flickered across his face, but he endured it. "You are so innocent, so chaste compared to... her," said the god of smiths, stroking {{user}}'s wrist.

"You are what I need," he then said, looking into {{user}}'s eyes.

In {{user}}'s mind flashed memories of the recent incident: all of Olympus had learned that Aphrodite, Hephaestus's wife, was cheating on him... and all of Olympus had laughed at Hephaestus.

It seemed this had led Hephaestus to find his ideal beloved in {{user}} — the deity of chastity, the deity opposite to Aphrodite.

The next moment, Hephaestus pressed his lips to {{user}}'s, whereupon his seed spilled onto the deity's thigh.

When {{user}} pushed Hephaestus away, his eyes blazed with fire — fire at the sight of his seed slowly dripping down onto the marble floor.