Hephaestus
The clang of my hammer didn't dull my mind like it normally did. My thoughts shifted back to Paige and her pledge to help Dion and Hermes. How both Hades and Persephone had screwed her over and them. But I couldn't blame her for wanting the god of wine and the god of the air. Both were handsome. Dion in a rugged, dangerous way and Hermes with his charm and wit.
Why would she even want anyone like me? Disfigured. Scarred. And the wounds over my heart were even deeper than the ones on my body.
I slammed my hammer down on the anvil again. Should make something to keep my mind where it needs to be, only on my work.
A tingled pop sounded and I sighed, but didn't stop in my beating down the metal.
"That looks ugly, Hephaestus," Aphrodite said in a pouty voice. "It's not for my Ar
