Greek Mythology: My Father is the God-King Zeus

Chapter 210 Vulcan Surrenders

After the God of Fire Hephaestus woke up, he saw that Perseveni was there. His throat was dry, and then he swallowed a mouthful of water. With a trace of lament on his not handsome face, he looked at Perseveni. Said: "Your Highness Persevani, I know that you have become the King of Gods, and you are qualified to know this matter."

Fire God Hephaestus said to Persevani with a sad expression: "Your Highness, do you know? Everything is just my own opinion."

Hephaestus had always known that his appearance was different. His legs were lame, his face was darkened by smoke, and his figure was not as tall and powerful as other gods. However, he never felt inferior or ashamed. Because he believes that every god has his own value, each god has his own characteristics and value, and his value lies in his wisdom and skills. As long as he masters this power, the gods on Mount Olympus will be honored by him.

However, Hera's sarcasm reminded him of the unpleasant memories of the past. He thought of Hera's mocking tone, the disdain and disgust in her eyes, and his heart hurt like a knife. He didn't understand why his Hera looked at him this way, why she would reveal his scars so ruthlessly. You must know that it was Hera who took great pains to invite him back to Mount Olympus and betrothed Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, to him as his wife.

Hephaestus closed his eyes, trying to get the scene out of his mind. But, he couldn't do it. He seemed to hear Hera's voice again, echoing in his ears: "Look at him, my son, Hephaestus, the god of fire. His appearance is so ugly that even he himself is ashamed." Hera The way Lana opened his scar in public made Hephaestus, the God of Fire, feel a moment of unspeakable sorrow, and he felt his heart bleeding.

Hephaestus felt an unprecedented loneliness and helplessness. He felt that all the gods were laughing at him, and all the gods were belittling him. He felt a deep boredom. He wanted to give up, he wanted to escape from this place that made him feel pain and despair.

So in his repeated resistance, he lost control, and he turned the entire Olympus into purgatory.

Then, he begged Persevani and said: "Your Highness Persevani, can I ask you for help? As the great primitive god, as the god who controls life and death. Please change my ugly appearance!" God of Fire There was still a trace of tears in the corners of Hephaestus's eyes, as if he felt a burst of pain. Hephaestus and Persephone: Detailed description of the action of supplication

Hephaestus then knelt down before Persephany in front of everyone on Mount Olympus. This is not his usual posture - he always stands upright in front of the anvil and flame, manipulating the hammer and pliers with both hands, showing unparalleled craftsmanship and majesty. But at this moment, his posture was full of pleading and despair.

Hephaestus' legs were bent, as if he was bearing an unspeakable weight. The soles of his feet were close to the ground, and the rough stone slabs felt cold and hard through the thin soles. His robes were wrinkled from kneeling, but these details failed to attract his attention. All his mind was focused on Perseveni in front of him.

Persevani, the god who controls reincarnation, was looking at Hephaestus expressionlessly. He has the ability to make Hephaestus, the god of fire, extremely handsome, but then what? Show his mercy, then more gods come and plead, and so on?

Hephaestus clasped his hands together, his knuckles turning white from the exertion. His arms trembled slightly, revealing his inner nervousness and uneasiness. He looked up at Perseveni, his eyes glistening with tears. It was not because of pain or sadness, but because of the pleading and longing deep in my heart.

"His Royal Highness God King Persephone, I beg you..." Hephaestus spoke, his voice hoarse and trembling. He tried to force his words more firmly, but the fear and insecurity deep inside kept him from doing so. He swallowed and tried to calm down his emotions.

Hephaestus leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to close the distance with Persevani. His eyes were fixed on Persefani's face, not missing any change in expression. He saw the plainness and indifference in Persevani's eyes, but he did not give up. He knew that this was his only hope.

Hephaestus began to state his request in detail, his voice gradually becoming smooth and strong. He told of his predicament and his deepest desires and expectations. His words were full of sincerity and sincerity, as if every word carried his hopes and dreams.

As Hephaestus spoke, Persefani's eyes gradually changed. He saw the tenacity and persistence in Hephaestus' heart, and also felt his deep pleading. Persevani knew that although the god of fire was ugly in appearance, he was more beautiful and powerful in his heart than any other god.

Finally, Perseveni spoke. His voice was deep and powerful, as if it could penetrate Hephaestus's heart. "Hephaestus, please get up." Persevani said, "I have heard your request. I will help you and let you get the respect and recognition you deserve."

When Hephaestus heard this, a hint of surprise and gratitude flashed in his eyes. His body was trembling slightly, as if he could not bear the sudden joy. He slowly stood up, his legs a little numb from kneeling for a long time. But he didn't care about this. He just bowed deeply to Persefani to express his gratitude.

But before the fire god Hephaestus could get happy.

With a smile on his lips, Persevani said: "Then, dear Lord of the Fire God, what can you bring to me? The friendship between us has been exhausted when you stood on Zeus's side."

Hearing Persefani's words, Fire God Hephaestus had a trace of bitterness on his face, and his face turned pale when he looked at Persevanni. He knew, but Persevani hadn't just been promoted. The original god? Why would he know something from so long ago?

Persephany looked at the God of Fire Hephaestus with complicated eyes and said: "Dionysus, the god of carnival, is my half body. Everything on Mount Olympus cannot be hidden from my eyes. Do you know ?My dear Lord Fire God.”

"Your Highness Persephany, I beg your forgiveness." Hephaestus whispered, his voice full of supplications and lamentations, "I know that my previous behavior of helping Zeus made you disappointed and angry. However, I swear that I have deeply realized my mistakes and am willing to pay any price to make up for it."

"Please, please forgive me, please forgive me." Fire God Hephaestus looked at Persevani with tears in his eyes and a pleading look on his face.

Hephaestus's words were full of remorse and regret. There were tears in his eyes, which was the pain and guilt deep in his heart. He knew that his past behavior had indeed disappointed and angered Persevani, but now, he could only use his sincerity and pleading to win back Persevani's heart, so that he could recall the beautiful friendship before.

There was an indescribable expression on Persefani's face. He didn't know what Hephaestus, the God of Fire, would say, but he wanted Hephaestus, the God of Fire, to be loyal and grateful to him. But it's not easy to get to this point. You have to be like an eagle, giving him hope again and again, and then giving him despair, and finally letting him know that only Persevani can save him, and Persevani is his. everything.

This has nothing to do with good or bad, it's just that Persevani is the king of gods, but Persevani doesn't have so much time to manage, so many things need to be done by someone. He doesn't want to become like Zeus who does it all day long. Busy with this, busy with that. It also regulates the relationship between gods. Persefani looked deeply at Hephaestus, his gaze seemed to penetrate the soul of the god of fire. He clearly saw Hephaestus' inner struggle and pain, and also saw his deep pleading and expectation for himself.

Persephany knew in his heart that as the god-king, he really needed someone to help him manage the affairs of Mount Olympus, and Hephaestus was undoubtedly a suitable candidate. He not only possesses powerful wisdom and skills, but also has loyalty and love for Mount Olympus. However, Persevani also knew that some means were needed to make Hephaestus truly surrender to him.

So, Persevani spoke slowly, with a sense of majesty and unquestionability in his voice: "Hephaestus, I have heard your request. I can help you change your appearance, and I can also let you get You deserve respect and recognition. However, you must agree to one condition."

Hephaestus was overjoyed when he heard what Perseveni said, and he quickly said: "Your Highness, God King, please tell me, no matter what the conditions are, I am willing to agree."

Persefani smiled slightly and said: "Very good, my condition is that you must become my assistant and assist me in managing the affairs of Mount Olympus. You must use your wisdom and skills to serve Olympus." Contribute to the prosperity and stability of Mt.

Hephaestus was a little surprised when he heard this condition, but he was more happy and grateful. He knew that this was an opportunity given to him by Persefani, an opportunity that would allow him to prove himself again. He quickly knelt down, saluted Persevani, and said: "Your Highness the God King, I, Hephaestus, swear that I will do my best to contribute to the prosperity and stability of Olympus."

For Hephaestus, things like Persephany are not conditions at all but rewards! Unexpectedly, Persevani still missed his old love. Thinking of this, Hephaestus's eyes became pious when he looked at Persevani.

Looking at Persephone's all-encompassing eyes, Hephaestus secretly swore that he would help Persephone so that he could become the most comfortable god-king.

Persefani looked at Hephaestus' pious and firm eyes and nodded with satisfaction. As long as Hephaestus doesn't betray, then all these things can be left to him. But this should give Hephaestus some reward, otherwise, what would he do if he didn't try his best.

You must know that only a donkey who has tasted the sweetness will vigorously chase the carrot hanging in front of him. Otherwise, how could any god be so stupid as to do such a thing?

Then, Persevani stretched out his hand, and a divine power surged out of his hand and enveloped Hephaestus. Hephaestus only felt a warm power flowing through his body, and his appearance gradually changed under the influence of this power.

The originally dark and rough face, the stooped figure, and half of the lame leg were all gone. How handsome Hephaestus is now!

His figure is tall and straight, like an everlasting volcano, standing between heaven and earth. His skin showed a copper-like color, as if it had been tempered for thousands of times, exuding a metallic luster. This color is neither pure red nor simple brown, but a unique color that combines flame and metal elements, allowing people to feel the powerful energy contained in his body at a glance.

Hephaestus' hair turned the color of blazing flames, and they danced and swirled above his head like flames blown by the wind. Every strand of hair seemed like a tiny tongue of fire, exuding blazing heat. His eyebrows were thick and powerful, like two curved flaming swords, embedded above his deep eye sockets. These eyes were the most eye-catching part of his entire face. They are like two burning fireballs, both hot and bright. Whenever he looked at something, flames seemed to erupt from his eyes, taking in everything.

The bridge of Hephaestus's nose is high and straight, giving people a firm and resolute look. His lips were tightly closed and had distinct lines, as if they were carved from the hardest metal. His chin was broad and powerful, like a tempered shield, demonstrating his indestructible will.

His shoulders were broad and strong, as if they were two towering peaks, carrying all the weight of the world. His chest and back muscles were well defined, as if they were wrapped in blazing flames with the toughest leather. His arms and palms are extremely strong, and each finger is like an iron rod, capable of creating exquisite crafts and destroying all obstacles.

Hephaestus's waist is tight and strong, and his legs are like two pillars supporting heaven and earth, stable and firm. Although his pace was not fast, every step seemed to make the earth tremble. His entire body seemed to be a perfect work of art, showing both the power of God and the ingenuity of the craftsman.

When the divine power dissipated, Hephaestus looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't believe his eyes. He never imagined that one day he would become so handsome and mighty. He knew that all this was a gift from Persefani, who gave him new life.

Hephaestus knelt down in front of Persevani again and said with tears of gratitude: "Your Majesty, your generosity and kindness, I, Hephaestus, will never forget. I will be your most loyal lackey!"

(End of this chapter)