A/N: Phew I'm back once again. You guys can probably see that my schedule at my job tens to go; A few days off, then almost a week of work before the next set of time off. Yeah, it kinda sucks but whatever. Now I'm back with some chapters, and once again I'm excited for the next set of trials. This one is something Truehero and I have been going back and forth on for a while, so hopefully it's an exciting one. Just a warning, this is going to be a shorter chapter today, I'm not really feeling like a longer chapter and this one doesn't need to be that long in the first place. My chapters get shorter and shorter, but if that's what it takes to keep writing this story then so be it.

"Three cheers for Hercules!"

"...I don't like this movie."

"SHUSH!"

Samson continues watching the movie, initially excited but then slowly lost interest as more and more discrepancies with history and the movie began piling up. He's nintey-nine percent sure Phil is supposed to be Chiron, which makes it even worse because he's named after a Hero that fought at Troy and he's a Satyr in the film.

What the fuck, Disney?! Did you not read Wikipedia or something?

"Megara is supposed to be dead, and by this point he becomes a god, who the fuck wrote this?"

Samuel stands up from his seat, rips the armrest off and throws it in Samson's direction. Samson ducks under the projectile and gives Samuel a 'what the fuck' look, only the Son of Eris can't see as his in-home movie theater is darkened as tradition. Which makes it all the more impressive Samuel's accuracy in the dark with only the screen as light, "Shut the fuck up and watch the movie!"

He sits back down and crosses his arms angrily. Hylla passes him her tub of popcorn and his mood instantly turns positive from the gift. Perry and Sarah sit further up on the highest isles below the projector and watch Samuel rip through his popcorn like a starving alley cat.

"Wow, look at him."

"I know," Sarah agrees as she reaches into the pretzel box on his lap, 'purposefully' missing and pawing dangerously close to something else. He snatches her wrist and returns it back to her person, ignoring the grin she shoots him. He rolls his eyes at her antics and goes back to examining Samuel.

"Gods, it's like watching a Hellhound tear into a bag of dry dog food. Just nothing but primal, carnal desire and savagery."

Samuel stands again, handing his food to Hylla and rips off the other armrest and points it at Perry and Sarah like it's his sword, threatening them with his not-so-deadly weapon.

"HEY! Shut your fucking traps, I'm trying to watch Disney!"

Perry gives Sarah a quick smirk and yells out down the aisles, "Sit down, asshole! We're trying to watch a movie!"

He ducks under the armrest as Samuel throws it and flinches as it collides with the projector with a loud crash, sending sparks and shards of glass raining down the theater occupants. The movie on the screen flickers and dies out, electing a series of groans from all of the movie goers.

"Nice Job, Samuel!" Hylla chides, half joking and half serious. Movie projectors aren't cheap, and even if she's rich she's not keen on having to buy another one.

Samuel turns to the screen with a sad look in his eyes as the lights slowly turn back on. All of the Amazons, demigods and immortals slowly stand and start towards the theater exit. Hylla sees a large, ugly looking man groaning and half limping along with everyone as they head out. She didn't see him enter the theater, and he was never around the mansion in the first place!

She tugs Samuel's sleeve and points him out, "Samuel, I think a homeless guy snuck in again. Can you get this one? I've got a.. stomach flu or something."

He groans and reaches under his seat, pulling out a hidden cattle prod and slowly moves to the man, making shooing motions with his hand at him.

"Alright, go on, get outa here. It's not a place for homeless anymore."

The man gives Samuel an offended look, "The fuck you saying homeless for? I'm the bleeding God of Forging. Damn kids not giving me no respect! Meet me in the fuckin' kitchen, it's gonna be a second to explain what yer' next trial is and I'm hungry."

Samuel groans and follows behind him, tossing the prod into an empty seat, Samson following just behind him.

Samson taps his foot on the ground nervously as they wait for Hephaestus to finish tinkering with some small, metal contraption in his grimy, almost stone-like hands. He's not particularly worried about getting some horrible curse like Aphrodite or Hera or something, but he does have a history with Hephaestus even if it's entirely indirect.

Many decades ago, Samson snuck into Hephaestus' temple and stole a book from his library for his mother, Athena. He wasn't caught, at least not by the Forge God and his wife, but he was caught by Ares. Of course, the War God didn't care and certainly wouldn't tell his rival someone was stealing shit from his temple. He hopes. Samson can easily see Ares bragging about Hephaestus' temple being robbed and refusing to tell him by who.

On top of that, Samson out-forged all of the Hephaestus children when he was a demigod and invented many enchanted tools and weapons beyond what they could do. He's certain they complained to their father, who in turn likely didn't appreciate his children being outdone by the son of a Goddess wholly unrelated to anything technological of magical.

Hephaestus sets the contraption down on the table and clicks a button on the side. Suddenly flaps on the top open up, and a sound similar to a printer starts as slowly a coffee cup filled with dark, grainy coffer rises from the opening. After a second a full cup of coffee was printed from the device, ready for the Forge God to slurp up.

He takes the cup and throws the whole damn cup back, completely unfazed by the heat. The Sam's can only watch dumbfounded as Hephaestus tosses the coffee maker over his shoulder before he folds his hands together on the table.

"Alright," He says gruffly, like his voice is an old, hardy machine, "My 'Trial' is simple. If it were up to me I'd let you go with something simple, I don't much care for demigods and their quests, but dear old Dad wants something spectacular and trying. Believe it or not, I do need your help with something, unlike most of the others."

He fishes a book from his tool belt and slaps it down on the table. He flips open the book and shows that over half of the pages have been ripped out. The pages that are left are filled with writing of some kind that neither of the Sam's can read.

"A while ago one of me boys snatched some diagrams from this book here. I wasn't bothered since he was a good kid, but he was kidnapped and killed by some bad folk. They stole the diagrams from me and took of to some old industrial complex in Japan. There wasn't no weapons and whatnot in here, but it did contain the blueprints for advanced smelters that make some nasty, powerful metals. These kinds of things can't be in mortal hands, the energy drives non-immortals crazy, and the metals are stronger than non-infused Celestial Bronze. It's meant for gods only, and these fools been festering in it for years. I need you to go to their base and destroy it completely. Nothing of those smelters can survive. Do this and I'll see to it you're done with this trial."

The Sam's turn to look at each other, shrug and turn back to the Olympian, "Where exactly in Japan are we going?"

Hephaestus shrugs, "No clue, the isles are out of my territory. For this, you've got to find out yourself. Maybe try that Perry fellow, he's got a good head on his shoulders despite being born from my ditz of a wife. Plus, he looks like one of them 'weebs' I've been hearing about. Good luck, boys, and Samson?"

Samson gulps nervously, Hephaestus grins continues, "You still owe me something after this. I've got cameras in my Temple see."

He snaps his fingers, and the Olympian disappears in a flash of light. Samson drops his head down on the table with a thud and groans sadly. Samuel just watches for a second before asking, "What's with you? The hell did you do to piss him off?"

"I stole shit from his temple," He finally croaks out. Samuel snorts and gets out of his chair, calling over his shoulder as he leaves to grab his gear, "Sucks to be you, asshole! This time, I'm not on the shitlist!"

Samson just sighs pathetically and waits for a while as Samuel heads out for his gear and to figure out a means of travel to the Land of the Rising sun.

"Well, look on the bright side," Abigail says in his mind, "Maybe we can figure out why your dad hated his home country so much."

Well, Samson supposes that can be a positive thing at least. Maybe he even has extended family still living to this day? After all, some of the only things Samson knew about his father's personal life was that he hates Japan, that he was an engineer, and that he was once married long before Samson was born.

Maybe, just maybe, he can figure out something meaningful about his late father.