Hi guys, back with a new story. I've often felt bad for Hephaestus seeing that he was borned deformed and all, so I created this story to think what it would be like fi he turned sexy and good looking.
Hope you guys like it
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot
HEPHAESTUS'S POV
Ever wondered if someone was thrown off a cliff because apparently they were so ugly?
Yep that's happened before.
Ever think that love can be one-sided?
Yep that's happened before.
Do you think that you can be forced into marriage, and then your wife openly cheats on you?
Unfortunately, yeah that happens.
My name is Hephaestus, though most call me Hephy. I am the god of fire, forgery, metals, blacksmiths, craftsmen, artisans, and volcanoes. There are probably other things, I just can't remember at the moment.
Right now we are having the winter solstice meeting. It happens every year, and we basically we talk about things that are important. By important, I mean Hera yelling at Zeus to stop looking at female mortals.
Aphrodite and Ares having a make-out session with only their eyes, (don't ask me how, it's really weird and rather disturbing to watch)
Athena calling out Poseidon and them arguing over stupid, old things such as Athens. Poseidon has gotten over this but Athena really likes to gloat a victory, especially since this is Poseidon we are talking about.
Demeter yelling at Hades to eat more cereal, and Hades groaning and covering his ears in annoyance. Hestia at the hearth, poking fire into the warm campfire.
Artemis and Apollo arguing over who was the older twin, even though we all know its Artemis. Hermes scheming on his throne, most likely creating a plan to prank another god. I immediately wince, the last time he pulled a prank, it was on Zeus.
Zeus being the drama queen he is, screamed and called an urgent meeting to Olympus, only to see that his pepper hair was now a nasty shade of throw-up green. That didn't stop us from chuckling though.
Dionysus is on his thrown, playing a portable pac-man game while drinking a grape juice carton, but we all know he secretly replaces all the grape juice with wine.
Then there is me, Hephaestus (as you already know), absentmindedly tinkering with some pieces of metal in my hands and daydreaming. I've always been a loner between the Olympians, not really talking alot to other people.
It's just that human beings are really weird, and I often am an awkward man whenever I visit the mortal world, not to mention not the best looking. But honestly you can't really blame me for often being baffled and confused by them.
For example, if a woman likes a man, they are most likely automatically considered their "bitch". If a man were to ask a woman out, and the woman said no, the woman would be considered a "whore, or a hoe". It baffles me of the hypocrisy of mankind, but then again, I guess it doesn't matter.
Another reason why I like machinery more that mortals, but then again, I like them more than gods and goddess as well. Nowadays, I frequently have these sort of daydreams, don't ask why because I don't really know, and it often leaves me somewhat….depressed.
Although it isn't my fault that I was born to look like a deformed bear, it still pains me to know that people judge me by my looks. Yeah, I'm not the prettiest thing on Olympus, but I feel as if I should at least be acknowledged for something other than my skills with tools.
But alas, it doesn't seem that way, which often leaves me jealous of some other gods. Apollo has looks, sound and experience. Ares has looks, which doesn't sound like amlot but compared to me he looks like a god. Pun intended
I chuckle quietly. See? I have a sense of humor as well! Although most probably could care less about that perk. I sigh and look at the latest creation I made. It was a tiny metal helicopter and with a few shakes with my hand, it came to life and flown around my hand.
I smile lightly as I watched my creation move, but then trouble comes fast. The helicopter flies pass me, towards Aphrodite, and proceeds to dive straight into her hair. I sigh before massaging my temples. Things were about to get hectic
Aphrodite pauses before screaming and got up from her throne to do a some weird moves she might consider dancing. But when she got off her throne, her brush flew from her hand and hit Artemis on her arm. As fast as you would say Hades, Artemis had her bow in hand, and notched an arrow on the bow. She drawed back and aimed at Aphrodite before firing at her before anyone could do anything.
But for the first time in forever, Haha did it again!, Aphrodite did something that was somewhat athletic (other than sexual positions of course, gods knows you need flexibility for that), and she did a split right before the arrow hit her, and it ended up hitting Athena.
Athena yelped as the arrow pierced through her toga, and implanted itself in her right rib area, before ripping it out right after.
Silence. You could hear a fly poop. Guess what? A fly DID poop, and it landed on Zeus's nose. I couldn't stop myself from snorting, and apparently so did the rest of the Olympians (excluding Aphrodite) before everyone proceeded into laughter. Zeus was an angry shade of purple as he screamed like a girl and furiously wiped the top on his nose.
Aphrodite got the helicopter out of her hair, and stared at it before glaring at me. I flinch at her glare and quickly look down at my hands.
"Hephaestus" She growled before throwing the copter on the ground. She then proceeded to yell at me, "Do you know how long it took to get this hair style? Every single strand of hair was neatly arranged and was even before this...this piece of trash landed in my hair?" She shrieked at me.
I wince as she is yelling at me, and said "I'm really sorry Aphrodite...It was truly an accident, I-I didn't know it was going to be out of control l-like that a-and I'm sorry" I rambled.
She just stares at me before walking up to be an slapping my face. The sound of the slap echoed in the throne room as I looked at the ground in shock. My face was red and it had a slight sting to it but my eyes widen in shock. Gasps was heard around the throne room as Aphrodite huffed with anger.
"I was going to have a nice date with Ares tonight, but no, you just had to ruin it with your piece of junk flying into my hair! You just CAN'T apologize to a woman when you just ruined her date. But I guess you wouldn't know that you ugly baboon."
I sighed as I looked at the ground. The sadness that I felt from that statement was indescribable. I mean, the goddess of love indirectly commented that I don't have any experience with love because of me being an ugly baboon. I just couldn't take it anymore and before Zeus dismissed us, i flashed out of the throne room and into my workshop.
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I sit down on my stool in sadness as I look into the cracked mirror that was on the floor. I look at my reflection and sighed once again in sadness as I realized that I truly am an ugly baboon. My head looks disfigured as if it didn't belong on my face. My eyebrows were too bushy but the top of my head had little weeds of hair, if you even called it that. My arms were buffed up from my time in the forgery but my legs had metals braces on them. My legs are disfigured as well, the only reason I can walk is because of the braces, but it isn't the same as walking with two feet normally. I hobble like a penguin, but unfortunately I don't consider my feet happy, pun intended.
I feel angered at Hera for birthing me in the first place sometimes. Maybe I could have looked better in my other life.
My look of disfiguration has been bothering people for many millennia. Ever since I came to Olympus that day, people have teased, bullied, and laughed at me for my appearance and sometimes it gets too much. Thankfully, Dionysus, one of my only friends doesn't care about my appearance, but he is one person of thousands. As much as I want it to, his opinion does little to help my confidence and spirit be lifted.
I whimper as tears started to trickle one by one down my face. Why couldn't I have died when Hera threw me off the cliff? How come I was born so ugly? Why was I born like this?
Why did I have to be me?
I know I'm a god and all, but I can't help but to pray at someone that is an higher deity than myself, asking them for help. I frequently see mortals do this, so I put my hands together and, did what the mortals called praying. I asked if I could change the way I looked, if I could look better then maybe people would like me better than before.
There is a high possible chance that my wish will go discarded but what do I have to lose? I am already the laughing stock of Olympus, if nothing happens, it will be the same anyways. Why not give it a shot?
"So..uhm...I'm not really sure if this idea is working or not. If it isn't that's okay, I need to get this off my chest anyways. I am tired of being picked on for my looks. I know that it isn't my fault, but I feel as if its me thats wrong. If there is someone out there that is listening to me, I-I just… I just wanna look better. I am often underestimated because of my looks and I am sick of it.
So to whoever is out there, please I beg you, help me. I..I just don't know how much of this I can take...".
So I waited. A minute became five, Five because twenty. Twenty because sixty and so forth. Eventually, I was starting to lose hope, and was about to get up when a powerful wind hit me in my chest.
I flew back and landed on a bench with scraps of metal over it. I wince as I sit myself back up, metal pieces sticked to my back and I had to try and shake off the scraps. Definitely going to get some cuts and bruises
But curiosity won over pain as I hobbled over to where I was originally was only to gasp. There was a woman. She had a very dark skin complexion, and had pure gold pupils surrounded by black. Her hair was frizzy and was out and open like a curly afro, though this "afro" went down to her mid-back area.
She had a midnight blue dress that extended beyond her feet and swept the ground as she walked over towards me.
I stared at her, jaw dropped and everything, and then she laughed.
"Ah Hephaestus, you should close your mouth before a fly swoops in and poops".
My eyes widen even wider as I stare at the elegant lady in front of me.
"Uh-Uhm, W-Who are you madam?"
She laughed again as I blushed with embarrassment.
"Well Hephaestus, I am your, oh how did you say it….ah yes!, diety"
My jaw dropped for the second time as my legs felt weak. I fell back and almost landed on my butt, if the lady hadn't summoned a chair right on time. She smiled at me kindly, and offered her hand out.
"My true name is Chaos, but please don't call me that. It makes me sound really old. Please, call me...Kayla. Yes, Kayla will be my earthland name and it kinda sounds like Chaos in a way", she then shrugged.
I almost nearly fainted in front of Kayla. You mean to freaking tell me that our diety is the creator of everything?!
Kayla looks at me amusing before turning serious.
"I've heard your wish Hephaestus."
My eyes widen as I blushed from embarrassment again. "O-Oh my lady its fine really, it was stupid of me to even ask a silly question to someone like y-you anyways…"
Kayla only smiled softly at me.
"There is no such thing as an silly question, always remember that. As for your wish, I don't suppose seeing the problem of granting this wish."
I gasped for the umpteenth time today.
"Y-You can really do that m'lady?"
She nodded. "That I can Hephaestus, I've been watching you for a while now, I can't help but pity your situation, especially since you have done nothing wrong since the beginning".
I slowly stood up and walked towards, well more like hobbled towards, Kayla before awkwardly giving her a hug as my thanks. "I cannot thank you enough for accepting my wish."
She laughed once more. "It is quite alright, but first let me tell you the things that I will change."
I pull back from her and take my seat as I nodded for her to continue.
"I will change your appearance as well as your deformities, such as your deformed legs and face, is that alright?".
I nod my head slowly, no turning back now.
She smiled. "Good, now I grant the wish. It might feel painful, but please do not fret, it will not be from a long period of time.".
"Thank you" I whispered as she slowly started to disappear.
She turned and winked at me, "You are quite welcome Hephaestus, until we meet again",
But she turned serious again before smiling softly at me, "And remember Hephaestus, true beauty lies within one's self, not with just appearance" and with that she disappeared.
I still feel momentarily stunned with our conversation, before falling to the ground in agony. My body felt as if we were melting in the River Styx, Fire and the goddamn rivers that are freaking holy. I just wanted this pain to stop. I silently screamed in pain as I was crunched up on the floor and then it abruptly stopped.
I paused and looked down at my hands and gasped. Th-They were normal. With slight hair on the knuckles, but they are normal. I slowly got myself up from the floor and momentarily lost a sense of balance, because my legs felt so light. I looked down and gasped again. My legs were normal! They didn't have a brace or anything on them.
I hesitantly took a step forward, then another, and then another before jogging around my workshop laughing softly with happiness. I look towards the mirror I used earlier today and gasped with happiness.
My head was leveled, and I think I looked handsome. My hazel eyes were shining brightly as my eyebrows were naturally arched and had the right amount of hair on them. My hair was styled medium messy with strand coming into my eyes as I shook my head to make them fall into place. My muscles in my arms were still there, just not as big as before so it looked more natural and I was wearing a red plaid shirt with a dog tag necklace underneath.
I looked at the name carved in the dog tag, and it said "Kayla is the best :)" on it. I couldn't help but to chuckle and smile at the tag, before putting it back under my shirt. I was wearing faded dark jeans that were ripped up slightly here and there, and damn do I look good or what.
I suddenly felt dizzy and woozy and stumbled to my bed, ready to pass out. It must be a side effect, but that doesn't matter.
I immediately passed out on my bed, but not before thinking with a ghost of a smile on my face,
Tomorrow might be a good day after all
Thats a wrap
R&R and let me know if I should continue or not
Thanks,
Here a burnt cookie for my appreciation
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