When the young god was born, it was painfully obvious who the boy's father was- he was far too beautiful to be his own child. But instead of asking for the biological father to be there, Aphrodite had requested the presence of her husband.
To say that Ares was angered would be an understatement. The god of war flew into one of his (many) fits of rage once he had found out that not only was he not informed of the birth of his first child, but that the boy was a god of love as well, not a masculine creature like his father.
As the boy grew he showed no signs of being upset by the rejection from his father. He simply loved. Love the fact that he was alive, loved the fact that he was a god of love, and loved his mother.
It wasn't until later, when the boy was growing into a man, that the lack of fatherly affection began to bother him. Days went by and he would simply mope around his mother's palace, pondering why his father wanted nothing to do with him. Eventually, in a panic, Aphrodite called upon Hephaestus. The blacksmith wasted no time rushing to his wife's shared palace with her son to speak with the boy.
After that day, Eros grew to look at Hephaestus as a father figure. The two would spend quiet days in the forge where the elder god would show him how he crafted jewelry, weapons, and even the thrones of the gods. It was there that the forge god created the bow and arrows that Eros love so much.
Stroking the picture fondly, Hephaestus slowly sank to his mattress, listening to the crinkling of paper beneath him as he drifted off.
The italics signify that it was more of a flash back. I was reading up on some of the older Greek myths and ran across the part where Eros was passed to Hephaestus as his child instead of Ares claiming him sooo I thought I'd add a bit of a quiet father figure to the god we know and love. Thanks for reading. I should update again soon guys.