"And would you like another throne done? Just like what Zeus had requested, my Lord?" The craftsman asked.

He had not thought of that. In fact, it took him a few seconds to truly realize what another throne was for. A queen. Would he even ever have one? Zeus had a hundred to hundredth chance and same with Poseidon. They were both very knowledgeable when it comes to women, but him? What would he know about these creatures that he will never understand even after a thousand millennia?

"Yes." Just in case.

(After a few millennia of being in the Underworld…)

"My Lord, a letter was given to you."

The shade put the letter in Hades' right table and knelt before going away.

What could this possibly be?

It is a letter from Olympus, for it was glowing and it had intricate designs. The elaborate stamp with the fine details of a hammer and fire was the verification that it is a letter from Haphaestus. Hades opened the letter and a spark of curiosity overcame him.

Oh, I see… this will be an interesting sight.

Everyone was laughing their throats out. The women's cheeks became redder than before, the boom of the gods' voices, louder than ever.

Oh, it was truly an interesting sight. Aphrodite and Ares chained on the bed, naked and caught in the act. Aphrodite's face was glowing red like cherries, obviously mortified by the sight of everyone eyeing her and her lover. Ares was angry and dazed, it was seen in his face that he did not know how to react.

Everybody was occupied by the scandalous scene. But Hades was not watching them, instead, he was watching the man beside the bed, carrying the chains which bounds his wife and her lover. He looked triumphant, but he had no smile on his face, and his eyes were watery. He looked dizzy and weak in Hades' eyes at that very moment, nobody noticed him though, only the Lord of the Underworld.

Hades walked around Olympus. After a few hours from the disgraceful scene, the mountain was quiet again and it seems that nothing happened. Hades was walking around, recalling and taking into memory what Olympus looks like, incase he forgets it. He strolled upon a small garden at the center of the pillars and enormous structures. Haphaestus was there, with a blank and pale face upon him.

"Why are you hurting?" Hades asks.

Haphaestus looks at his uncle, still bearing the blank face, but his eyes were now deeper in thought.

"It was an arranged marriage."

"Yes, it was." Haphaestus replies. "But you can only last so far from being apathetic in front of the Goddess of Love."

"Are you saying that Aphrodite used her powers on you?"

"I do not think so. She has her natural charms, and ah… That smile, that sweet voice. Looking at her already pains me for I know I am not deserving of her beauty. When I want to touch her, I restrain myself, for I do not want to soil her. When I want to tell her to spend some time with me, I restrain myself, for I do not want her to get bored. When I ask her to love me, I restrain myself, for I know she never could." Haphaestus' voice was faltering, but he continued.

"I love her so much that I want to hit myself with my own hammer, for I know that this feeling is useless. I am hurting because I love her, uncle."

Hades' reaction did not change. He wanted to understand his nephew, but knows that he couldn't for he has never experienced love.

"Then why did you humiliate her?"

Haphaestus looked at him, intently, as if not knowing what to say. He looked confused too, and by his expression, it's as if he did not know why he did such a thing.

"I wanted to feel something other than hurt."

"by what I hear, you are saying that a powerful feeling such as love, hurts?"

"Very much."