I often liken myself to Hephaestus.
The ugliest amongst the gods yet the freshest.
Bless you with the heat. I am Vulcan like Spock.
I live to swing the hammer. Got a bulge in my jock.
Not really. Saying that sounded silly.
I guess I'm just a product of my environment. Feel me?
Apollogeez. I guess I’m sick and tired.
Because being admired by haters ain't my desire.
I was fired from the family. Hera just couldn't handle me.
I was an accident. She and Zeus were a fantasy.
This was before the wars, the magic and majesty.
The gods are fucking comedy. I'm a victim of tragedy.
Born dark, deformed and deprived of light.
Bastard son of god. Deprived of rights.
Tossed into the sea to be forever forgotten.
But funny story: I lived. By the grace of Posiedon.
Now here they go deciding to give me a new assignment.
Some call it payback. I call it alignment.
But I ain’t mad atcha.
...to be continued...