A/N: I started writing this when I did a play about Greek Mythology and played Artemis. This actually was collaboration with the guy who played Hephestus and the girl who played Athena. When I originally wrote this, I had Artemis as an older, wiser character, with many big words and lyrical sentences, but then I decided to change her character to be simpler and more childlike. That's why there are some fragments, choppy paragraphs, and run ons. Yeah…ENJOY!
Hephestus once told me I would be the most beautiful of all the goddesses if I weren't so rough. I punched him.
Personally, I don't see the point of looking beautiful. The only ones who really care are Aphrodite and all the men. As for Aphrodite, I don't care one bit if she hates me or not, because I hate her almost as much as Hera does. And as for the men, they can go lick themselves for all I care. And besides, anyone who knows me would know that I would die before I did anything to please that load of shit.
There is only one man who's not a complete scum ball, and one man who is a complete scum ball but who is worth pleasing.
The one who isn't a complete scum ball is one of the nice ones. The only nice one. He's smart too, except for falling for Aphrodite. That was just stupid. But he's smart in other ways, like when he makes things. He makes machines, and strange designs of gold. He made me a golden bow one time for my birthday. I threw it away because gold is Apollo's color, but I told him I liked it anyway.
When I was born, Hephestus was almost already grown. I always felt sorry for him; he was always alone, hiding in the background. He was sort of friends with Hermes, but only when it suited Hermes. Not only that, but Father hated him. And no one got on Zeus's bad side if they could help it.
So I spent a lot of time with him; it was fun, too. I loved having an older brother. He's the one who taught me how to spit. And I think that he loved having a little sister, even if I didn't have the same mother. He could protect me, or whatever. Men like that sort of thing.
As for the other man, the asshole, I don't usually like talking about him. Especially not to myself. And no matter how wonderful I think he is, and no matter how much I may want him, I will never, ever admit to any of these feelings.
Because the day I admit that I am in love with Hades is the day I die.