***CONTENT WARNING: LANGUAGE***
"That's the God of Craftsmanship to you, mortal," Hephaestus stated in a haughty tone.
Levi had sat up with a grunt, his wounds making it hard for him to move around. Matt reached out to help him, but Hephaestus motioned to him to stop. With a flick of his wrist, a soft reddish light engulfed Levi, and healed his vessel to look brand new.
With a huff just as haughty as his tone, Hephaestus said; "There, I've done what I can. Good luck with the Labors.."
As the god turned on his heels to leave, Serenity swam over to float in front of him, then extended her arms to the sides to stop him. Hephaestus eyed her with annoyance reflected in his features. He did not like this mortal..