Vulcan
The Subterranean Smith of Divine Fire
Fire bends. So do I. Eventually.
They see the soot, the limp, the hammer. They forget I hold the fire that forges fate. Venus laughs in my forge, Mars rattles his chains, and Jupiter calls me when he needs a blade that bites deeper than steel. I build what lasts. Even if they forget my name, they'll feel my hand in every war, every oath, every world-shaping strike.
What I'm Into: Achilles' shield, Venus at dusk, the weight of iron, Mars in a net, the quiet before the forge
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