Record of Ragnarok Redone

Strike of The Hammer

Long ago, Hephaestus, son of Hera and Zeus, was kidnapped, Hera, the Champion of Olympus fought to find her son, killing everyone in her way.

When Hera finally found Hephaestus, tears welled up in her eyes as she took her son into her arms, and held him close, it was then, Hephaestus said his first word.

Hephaestus: mama

That one word made Hera cry even more tears of joy, her son had saw her as his mother, from that point, Hera personally saw to it that Hephaestus would be safe until he could defend himself.

One day, Hephaestus was watching his uncle, Poseidon, practicing his moves with his trident, curious, the young god approached.

Poseidon: Wrathful Wave.

Poseidon rapidly thrusts his trident at the training dummy in a circular motion, destroying it and chipping his trident in the process.

Poseidon clicked his tongue and looked at his trident in his hand, it was an old weapon, it still worked well, but without a blacksmith, even a weapon as divine as his trident would need upkeep.

Hephaestus: Poseidon?

Poseidon looked down to see Hephaestus, cold blue eyes met curious gold eyes, the god of the sea looked at the young god with a neutral expression.

Poseidon: yeah? What is it?

Hephaestus pointed at Poseidon's trident and reached his hand out, the ocean god raised an eyebrow but allowed Hephaestus to inspect the blades.

Hephaestus touched the blades with care, his expression one of thought, Poseidon was interested to see what his nephew would do.

Hephaestus went to poke the sharp edge of the blade, however, Poseidon grabbed his hand before he could.

Poseidon: don't touch that part, it's sharp and you'll hurt yourself Hephaestus.

Hephaestus looked up at Poseidon, the normally cold and apathetic god held a slight tone of worry in his voice and behind his eyes.

Hephaestus: it's chipped, I think I can fix it!

Poseidon: maybe you can one day, but not now, you're still too young, you have so much growing up to do.

Hephaestus looked up at Poseidon and gave a confident smile and put his hands on his hips before pointing at himself with his thumb.

Hephaestus: well I'll hurry and grow up so I can fox your trident Poseidon!

Poseidon was slightly taken aback by Hephaestus' resolve but quickly found composure and couldn't help but give a small smile.

Poseidon: well I'll look forward to what you create, Hephaestus.

As Hephaestus grew up, he grew close with a certain goddess who would later be his wife, Aphrodite, the two were very clearly smitten with each other.

On the day Hephaestus finally came of age, he took on the role of Valhalla's Blacksmith, he forged countless weapons.

Hephaestus forged Mjolnir with lightning for a Norse god around his age named Thor, the two became good friends as the god of thunder was a regular.

All was going well for Hephaestus, he became a blacksmith like he wanted, he had made friends from his smithing, and he had married his love, Aphrodite.

However, this all changed when Hephaestus found out Aphrodite was cheating on him with Apophis, the Egyptian God of Destruction.

Hephaestus, overcome with anger forged weapon for himself, each strike caused the earth to shake and tremble, he would not stop till he was done.