Hexetia, the god of blacksmithing, with fiery passion burning on his nipples. He introduced fire and all the tools to humanity, which made them the powerful race they're currently.
Hexetia was a muscular old man with white hair, similar to Zeus, but with burning nipples.
He contributed a lot to humanity, but his efforts weren't appreciated, simply because he forged every single thing using his nipples. By twisting his nipples, he summoned fire which would melt the holiest metal. Delving deep to his essence of blacksmithing, his pair of nipples would transform into sentient hammers.
His contribution wasn't appreciated, and more attributed to Goddess Rebecca's blessing. It'd be a laughing matter if Hexetia was found out forging everything with his nipples.
Tang! Tang! Tang!
In the place so hot, even the hell itself would cry. Atop the clouds high above—the realm of Gods, Asgard. Sounds of hammering resound far and wide.
Hexetia was currently warming up, waiting for some insolent human who made him burning with envy. The Hero King? The Legendary Pagma's Descendant? What a pile of joke!
'You want to respect me? You want to give pity to my contributions? Dream on! A mere copycat like you couldn't possibly understand! Get on my level and try forging something using your nipples—I bet you couldn't.'
Not long after, a black-haired man with a relatively handsome face entered his abode. The temperature inside was scalding hot and really uncomfortable. Even beads of sweat started pouring from the god's forehead.
'Interesting, he was able to withstand the heat. I guess he wasn't just all talk—but--hmm...I see he didn't even train his nipples!'
