I reworked the story and combined my smaller chapters together and added some new stuff all around. Hope you like!
Hephaestus could take no more, his heart was finally beginning to break , walls he had built up to protect those around him from the darkness he had let fester within was crumbling to the ground. He knew she did not love him and she never had and never would. How could one as beautiful as Aphrodite ever love him? Even though he was a god the creator of weapons who had made many others mighty, he was physically broken, with what his parents had done to him as an infant barely out of his mother's womb. Hephaestus was lucky he had even survived the fall from Mt. Olympus. The results of the fall however made him wish he had not.
It seemed that even toward their own children god's had no room for emotion. For even the goddess of childbirth, his own mother had done this to him. Zeus did nothing but watch as he fell down and wouldn't lift a mighty finger of his to help. Effectively trapping him in the dark corners of Olympus, practically a slave working constantly day and night, helping others to become champions and living his dreams through them. Pity is the only logical reason he could see for his marriage to Aphrodite though he loved her from afar had he known what would come of such a union he surly would have passed on the chance and let someone else have the coy little snake. But oh how he hated his father showing more love to a human than his own child. Granting him anything, he could dream of while the other was left barren. Now with what Aphrodite was doing that she thought he was not seeing, he was done. The last string had been cut and the toy was now free of its master to do as it pleased.
If dreams could come true-
What to do was the question. What could possibly be done to a goddess that had not already been done to someone else, repeats were such a travesty and lacked true imagination. Imagination was one of his greatest gifts able to build weapons of destruction and mazes not even the smartest of gods could solve. He wanted something unique, not just to get his point through but he also wanted it to hurt a little…Well that would be a lie he wanted it to hurt a hell of a lot. He wanted it to hurt so bad the other gods and goddesses would cringe in fear and phantom pain themselves just hearing her name spoken. Hephaestus wanted to ruin her to the point no one could ever lay eyes on her again; she would be put in the shadows with him in a way, he wished he could make her look a little like Medusa known by all but seen by none. To completely and utterly brand her for eternity. After he was through, she would no longer be the goddess of love and beauty. For love could no longer save her and beauty would be but a fleeting memory.
So far, the plan was to get her alone and since there was, going to be a grand celebration in a couple of days it seemed a very opportune moment to take. Missing this chance would be quit hard even for a scatterbrain. Hephaestus had already chosen all his little toys, for the game they were going to play and oh, the joy it brought him of thinking over the events to come. He had a wide variety of trinkets and do- dads among a few other choice instruments. All of which was set up in the bedroom that was theirs but they never shared. She said it was because he snored to the high heavens, but he knew better than that. He knew she did not like to sleep alone, but Ares was always there to comfort her and keep her warm at night. Hell he was lucky they even consummated their marriage, albeit with the lights out and she would not let him do anything more than stick it in enough to have the job considered done and push him off. God how he had loved her but with time that veil was lifted off his eyes and he saw her true colors. Hephaestus saw how truly ugly she was on the inside, how bleak and dark her soul was. He often envisioned it was the color of puss oozing from a putrefied wound on a hot day maggots and all. Because there sure as hell were a lot of holes in the soul of hers.
Hephaestus had had to go down to earth for a bit to look for the perfect poison one that would make her pass out only for a little while, enough for him to be able to move her to a more private place. He did not want any interruptions during their own little celebration. What he had found was a choice few plants that could do the job with a small dose and would not take long to concoct in his workshop. The pleasure all of this would bring would most likely be painful but in the end worth every drop of agony. The complete and utter joy of watching that smug look slowly drip off her face when she finally realized what she was in for. Her screams would be music to his ears and it was going to be one hell of a night. And so let the fun begin...
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