Hephaestus is no stranger to the malice and ridicule he has received from the moment he was born, and yet he still tries to fulfill his duties as Olympus' forger. Not even his wife, the Goddess of Love herself, has shown any ounce of love to him. All he has left to comfort him is his forge. And for the most part, he's content with it. But, there will be a time when the bright fire starts to dim, and there are no coals left to stoke the flames. When all that's left are the dying embers of his forge and the creeping coldness of his past trauma and sins, what will he do? This is his story.