"I'm back, love." smiled Ares.
"Ares!" shouted Aphrodite. "I told you that you're not welcome in my home."
"Relax, dear, I know you don't love Hephaestus."
"I do! You just can't handle the fact that I love someone who isn't you."
"Come on, love, you can do it. Just kiss me and accept the fact that you want to be with me."
"Never. I would never love a spiteful, egoistic jerk as my lover!"
"How dare you!" raged Ares. "You will regret this! one day, you will accept the fact that I am your true love. You and Hephaestus will be... nothing."
Ares vanished in a puff of blood red smoke and Hephaestus walked in the room.
"Ares?" he asked.
"Yes," sighed Aphrodite. "He just keeps on coming back, are you sure that one of your great skills can make something that can stop me from seeing his bratty face at our doorstep?"
Hephaestus laughed hard, "I'm sure. I wish I could."
"But I'm scared, Heph, Ares is going to get meaner and meaner until he forces us to stop loving. There's nothing that can stop the war god."
"We can try, Aph. We are in love, there is nothing in this world that can keep us away from each other. Ares has the lower hand."
"Or do I?" said an ominous voice.
"Ares." grunted Hephaestus. "Leave this place at once."
"I don't think so, Hephaestus." said Ares, carrying a sword (which was chipped off the edge) in his hands.
Hephaestus laughed.
"What's a broken sword going to do to me? I'm a God!" said Hephaestus.
"I thought the same thing but I was wondering how to get rid of you. I thought of multiple things but finally I found this. A sword made of metal from the Holy Grail and forged with the Prometheus flame. This sword is made to cut immortal binds, including Gods."
"How did you get such a thing?" wondered Hephaestus.
"Simple... I stole it."
"Of course you did."
"Silence! This blade is my future with Aphrodite and I will be using it here and now!"
Ares ran for Hephaestus and stabbed him in the heart. Blood oozed from Hephaestus and the God of the forge went to the ground lifeless.
"No!" shouted Aphrodite and hugged his lifeless body.
"Finally." said Ares. "You're mine."
"No. I would never love you."
Aphrodite snatched the sword from Ares and kept the blade by his throat.
"What are you doing, love?" asked Ares, frightened. "Keep the sword down."
"No. I may just be a beauty goddess but I still know how to use a sword. You took Hephaestus from me so I will take your life from you!"
"Easy, girl, you don't know what you're-" started Ares but whilst he was talking, Aphrodite sliced his neck and now two bodies of Gods were in her home.
Aphrodite threw Ares's body to Olympus and used one of Hephaestus's last inventions as a container. It was a rock that could keep the sword in confinement and she gave it along with the sword back to the wizard who had forged it.
"Only someone worthy can take the sword from the rocks and shall rule the Broken Kingdom." said the wizard to Aphrodite.
Now there was only one body left; her love's. She kept it in a coffin and hid the coffin in a safe place, somewhere where she knew no one could find it. The Vault of Love.