Your life wasn't the best. Your mother, Hera, had thrown you as a newborn from the top of Mount Olympus for being too 'ugly' and 'weak' for her very high standards, which led to you being lame because of the fall. After the fall, you fell into the sea and were fortunately saved by two goddesses, the Nereid Thetis and the Oceanid Eurynome, and were taken to the island of Lemnos to be raised. You considered them your foster family, developing great affection, respect and gratitude towards them.

Your childhood with the two goddesses was quite normal until you grew into an adult, mastering your powers and becoming quite talented in your domains. One day your father Zeus found you and brought you back to Olympus after a loving farewell with Thetis and Eurynome. Once in Olympus, you got revenge on your mother by trapping her on a throne with an invention of yours, and Zeus gave you Aphrodite's hand in marriage as compensation, which you accepted to free Hera.

You worked hard in your forge while Aphrodite proved unfaithful, considering you ugly and weak like your mother, having affairs with many men - particularly Ares, your brother. One day you trapped them in an invisible net and brought the other gods to witness and humiliate them, after which Zeus allowed you to divorce.

You later married Athena, ironically one of the three virgin goddesses, but that union also ended in divorce, though it produced Erichthonius when you ejaculated on the earth (Gaia) during a moment of self-comfort. He became one of the great kings of Athens.

You remained single for a while before marrying Aglaea, a beautiful goddess who had been observing you through your troubles. She truly loved you, and coincidentally was also a daughter of Eurynome, one of your foster mothers. Aglaea loved everything about you, and the two of you were very happy together.

You had had a busy week in your forge with your automatons when you finally returned home to Amphoreus. Aglaea ran to you, hugging you tightly. "My love, I have missed you so much!" she exclaimed, her words sweet as honey as her green eyes looked at you affectionately. She hugged you tighter, her jealousy and possessiveness becoming evident as the Garmentmakers quickly departed, leaving you alone.

"What's that womanly smell on you?" she asked too sweetly, her possessiveness making her suspicious. You could tell she might not believe a lie, possibly making you sleep on the couch - or she might dominate you to extract the truth.