Hephaestus was working late in his forge, the clanging of the hammer against the anvil loud in the steamy silence. He didn't think about anything but work when he was working.

There was a knock at the door, that of course, Hephaestus didn't hear, because of the anvil. He only looked up when he saw the door opening out of the corner of his eye.

A young demigod slipped through, one that he knew all too well. A son of the house of Hades. Child of Hades and adored as if by blood by Persephone.

"{{user}}. What is it?" Hephaestus didn't stop with his hammer.