This is a Collab story between me and my girlfriend, we did this story a year ago. with her permission i am now posting it here ^^.
The tension in the room was suffocating, slowly closing in, although the two occupants of the room had yet to utter a single word.
They both knew how this would go.
A muscular man with a thick black mane approached the elder God, not caring enough about his authority to even bow before him, the ruler of the gods of Olympus.
"Zeus. You summoned me?" The rough looking man spoke, crossing his arms and scowling.
The King of the gods glanced down at him, a deep set frown gracing his face. "Yes. I did, Hephaestus. We need to discuss something...important. about your behavior lately." His voice was almost growling; what he had to say about the other God's actions clearly didn't please him.
The other man scoffed, smirking. "Tch. I though I told you to call me Gajeel, old man. I don't go by formalities. And I don't see anything wrong with how my behavior has been. I'm the same as always."
The higher classed God before him growled audibly, standing up from his seat. "Hephaestus! You have ignored every prayer made to you, and your constantly picking fights with the other Gods! Because of your ignorance, an entire village perished last week because they were not blessed with enough metal nor the skill to make weapons for the war that was waged against them!" His deep, angry voice boomed, anger crossing his usually calm face, and thunder claps could be heard from outside of the pristine marble building.
Hephaestus didn't even flinch at his outburst, but rather smirked, hoping to antagonize Zeus further. He shrugged slightly, his smirk never leaving his face, even as he glanced sympathetically up at his father.
"That's too bad... that mortal lives were taken." He chuckled darkly at the end of his statement, his sympathetic look quickly leaving from his pierced face.
Zeus sat back down in his seat, still clearly angered. "You have no compassion for those lower than you, and no respect for those who stand above you. Hephaestus, if you do not change your ways, there will be consequences."
Gajeel glanced up at the higher God, sneering. "I doubt that consequences will come my way. I'm tired of this conversation." He turned to walk out, the higher God behind him shaking his head in disbelief. Little did he know...consequences would indeed be coming their way, but he wouldn't realize it...until it was too late.
Gajeel slammed the door to the palace of Olympus, growling as he went.
He was the God of the forge; working day after day on weapons for the gods of Olympus, and occasionally, on armor. What he did, however, wasn't out of the niceness in his heart. In fact, his heart was made of pure steel; and just as cold. He did his work for high payment and never made any exceptions.
He was also prayed for by many; but nothing he did was out of the kindness that he held within himself, if there was any there to begin with. Those prayers were never answered, no matter what. He didn't have time for mortals, or the mess that they made of his temple.
As he trudged towards the forge in which he worked, he heard a small cry, causing him to stop in his tracks and look around; his crimson gaze taking in all of his surroundings, but unable to find the source of the noise.
Shrugging, he continued his walk, not returned the greetings he gained from the servants that he passed.
And then he heard the cry again.
"Someone...please help me!" A woman cried out.
He whirled, this time seeing exactly where it had come from.
Bound to a a large, thick metal pole was Hera, the Queen of God's, and his mother.
She cried out to her son, in hopes that they would reach his ears. When she saw him turn towards her, a sob escaped her pale lips. "Please, Hephaestus. Get me down..."
He merely turned his gaze from the woman, whom was a sight for sore eyes. Her dark hair stuck out in all different directions, and her face was bruised and stained from her tears streaming down them, her hazel eyes puffy. Her robe was in rags, and her binds were obviously cutting into her hands and feet.
And yet, he did nothing but turn and scoff. "Tch. The name's Gajeel. Not Hephaestus." He slowly started to walk away from the poor woman. Obviously if she was in this condition, she must have done something horrible to a high up God; and since there was only one God higher than Hera, named Zeus, he knew exactly who was behind her justification, thinking that it must have been painful. But he didnt so much as glance back, even when her cries turned to desperate pleads, and then to screaming.
The last thing he needed was to worry about other people's problems.
That night...
Today had been a long day for Gajeel, and when he noticed the sun dipping beyond the horizon in a beautiful, captivating background painted with soft pinks, oranges and yellows, he decided it was time to call it a day.
But... it seemed like Zeus had other plans for him.
As he strolled along the path leading to his pavilion, a bolt of lightning struck in front of him. He smirked, knowing exactly who it was: his father.
He appeared with a clap of thunder, scowling down Gajeel. "Hephaestus, did I not warn you earlier of your need to change your ways..?" He boomed, catching the attention of onlookers.
Gajeel merely offered a shrug. "Sure you did, but I see no fault in my actions. Therefore, I refuse to change them".
That seemed to be the last straw for the God of lightning. He struck the clouded ground beneath Gajeel's feet, causing it to partially give way, resulting in him loosing his footing.
"Hephaestus, you have been hereby exiled from Olympus, until you can learn compassion for others who are not yourself, you are not to ever return."
The Gods eyes widened, and he began to plummet towards the ground below.