Hephaestus’ surrogate parents knew that he was extraordinary and therefore, would not stay by their side for long. They did not teach Hephaestus the art of forging as they believed fate would have its own plan. After Hephaestus’ mother passed away, he had no one to rely on and began living in the old smithy that belonged to his father. He declined all forging commissions and led a simple life with the tools his father had left behind.
During the sleepless nights, Hephaestus would get off his bed and sat in the forging chamber with his legs crossed, feeling the fire burning in the furnace in the past. As Hephaestus recalled the past, the flames inside him danced as his emotion fluctuated. Hephaestus felt so hot that he stood up and took his father’s sword. At the moment he tried to wave the sword, it was melted by the blazing heat in his palm. Hephaestus was flooded by the scene of his father forging swords.
Hephaestus was not aware of his power, thus he was clung to the memory of his father, that the fire spread at once for being out of control. The entire smithy was on fire, and even Hephaestus was surrounded.
All Hephaestus touched would be reduced to ashes. He would leave a trail of flames wherever he goes. Soil was the one thing that would not evaporate with Hephaestus’ touch. Instead, it became lava. Hephaestus hated ashes, but he liked the feeling how lava slipped off his hands.
He stopped beside a river, grabbed a handful of black soil and melted it into slurry. He put his hand into the cold river so that it condensed into pieces of crystals. Recalling the smithy he had burnt down, Hephaestus began to rebuild it beside the river with all the fragments of crystals. He then stayed in the residence he had rebuilt.
Having settled down, Hephaestus could not wait to experiment with his power, so he often forged weapons according to what his father made in the past, and several blazing hammers were built. The flames flickering on the hammer stunned not only Hephaestus, but also a party of evil creature who came for the power embodied in the black soil.
The Midnight Joker: This is our territory, mortal.
: A few creatures surrounded by evil pneuma showed up before Hephaestus.
: They launched suicide attack towards Hephaestus.
The Midnight Joker: He is no human!
The Midnight Joker: He can also absorb the power of the Elder Gods!
The Midnight Joker: We can’t be noticed by the other races!
Traveller: We need some weapons, as well as armor.
Hephaestus, God of Fire: When do you need them?
Traveller: We’ll be leaving tomorrow.
A group of travellers wearing gowns stopped by Hephaestus’ smithy. It seemed that they were on a journey, but they did not look hurried. They commissioned Hephaestus to forge their equipments. In the night he worked against the clock, to forge five sets of fine armors and some weapons. However, when the travellers came to the smithy in the next morning, they neither tried on the armor nor test the blades; instead, they stood in a circle and commented on the products . After they had made their payment, Hephaestus asked curiously.
Hephaestus, God of Fire: Where are you going? What are you having the weapons for?
The leader pointed his finger to the sky.
Hephaestus, God of Fire: Is it somewhere far?
God Soldier: Yes. Very, very far.
The leader stepped towards Hephaestus and touched him with his hands as hot as Hephaestus’. Hephaestus could feel his power was resonated with the leader’s. Their bloodline, with its common origin, had recognized each other.
God Soldier: Have you ever think about why are you different from the others?
Hephaestus, God of Fire: This doesn’t matter.
God Soldier: Hephaestus, you have an extraordinary father.
Hephaestus, God of Fire: My father died long ago.
God Soldier: You are the son of Zeus, the king of Gods.
Hephaestus, God of Fire: I have only one father.
The man held Hephaestus’ hands.
God Soldier: So you are satisfied with your life？
Hephaestus, God of Fire: I’m no more than a blacksmith.
God Soldier: Everyone has his own ambition. Call us whenever you are in danger!
The travellers disappeared in front of Hephaestus, who then returned to his daily work. At the night, someone else visited the smithy.
Hephaestus, God of Fire: What are these?
Demon General: We can’t leave him alive.
Demon General: He has a lot of accomplices.
Demon General: As long as he’s alive, he may reveal our secret.
God Soldier: Follow me!
Demon General: Darn! We have gone too far from the realm of man.
Demon General: We must vanish off the face of the earth, and mustn’t let them find us.