Monkey_is_hungry

In the vast cycle of destruction and creation across the omniverse, a wandering soul is fused with a cosmic treasure—granting it eternal reincarnation. Each life is a clean slate, yet echoes of past existences whisper in the depths of its soul.

This time, the soul awakens as Hephaestus, the crippled god of fire and forge. But he refuses to be bound by fate. Through deep meditation, he unlocks the forgotten power of Nirvana, sacrificing his fire divinity to be reborn anew—stronger, unshackled, and more than just a smith of Olympus.

Now, Hephaestus seeks the finest materials hidden across the world, forging legendary weapons and artifacts beyond the gods' comprehension. With each strike of his hammer, a new legend will be born.

Greek Mythology : Hephaestus, He who abandoned fire for craft.

She ran from the towering halls of Olympus, from the endless fields of spring where her mother ruled, from the wrath that awaited her once Demeter learned of her defiance.

The Underworld was her last refuge.

It was a place where even the gods rarely tread—a domain of silence, where the sun did not reach and the rivers carried only the dead.

But Persephone did not hesitate. She descended into the depths, guided by fear and the intoxicating taste of rebellion still lingering on her lips.

Hades, the Lord of the Dead, watched as Persephone entered his realm. He had seen many souls pass through his gates, but never one so alive.

She did not belong here—not yet.

Hades had no queen, no one to rule beside him. The Underworld was eternal, yet stagnant. It was a place of shadow, bound to the cycle of death but untouched by life.

And Persephone, the goddess of spring, was life itself.

He approached her, his voice calm but unyielding.

"You seek refuge, but I offer you more than that."

"This realm is incomplete. The dead remain, but nothing grows. Nothing changes. If you choose to stay, if you become my queen, we will reshape this world together."

Persephone felt the weight of his words.

He did not simply want her as his bride—he wanted her power.

If she tied her divinity to the Underworld, it would no longer be a place of eternal decay. It would become something new.

A realm of restoration, rebirth, and balance.

"If you do this," Hades warned, "you must abandon the goddess you were. You will not return to Olympus as Demeter's daughter. You will be mine—the Queen of the Underworld who brings life to the realm of death."

To stay meant forsaking who she had been.

To leave meant returning to a life where she had no choice.

She looked at the vast, silent kingdom around her.

Persephone, Queen of the Underworld