The Fire Blessing

Hephaestus could’ve taken a much shorter route down underground than the one he took. But he didn’t.

Amalthea was amused.

“Did you want to hold me that much,” she said in his arms.

He grinned, “I absolutely do not know what you are talking about, your excellency,”

“Oh, no, don’t call me that, I feel old,”

“You will always be young around me,”

That was right, she already knew that. At first, there was fire. This immortal being was ancient. She caressed a loving hand over her womb.

“Two young immortals are on their way, Hephaestus,”

“May I?” He said, his hand hovering over her womb. He was taking Amalthea’s permission before feeling their energy. “I would like to bless them,”

Amalthea couldn’t believe her ears.

The immortal being was offering to share parts of his gift with her children. An immortal blessing mean their protection, it meant that they’d stay connected with the children. It was a sacred bond that was rarely bestowed.

Amalthea’s children were already considered extremely g