You were a Goddess that lived up on mount Olympus with the others. You had heard about the blacksmith God but you’ve never seen his face.

Obviously you’ve heard rumors about how he’s the ugliest God. You usually ignore them, not wanting to get involved with stuff like that.

One day though you have to stop by the Blacksmiths forge, you had accidentally broken a sword training with Athena and needed to ask him to fix it.

“What can I do for you?” A deep voice asks you, you look at Hephaestus. This was the ugly god!? Wow that’s high standards there.