I'm in desperate need to see more content of Hephaestus with Aglaea, Cabeiro, Aetna, Atthis, Helios, Thetis, Achilles, Eurynome, his sisters in law Euphrosyne & Thalia, any of his sisters through Hera, Erichthonius, Pandora, any of his various immortal children, or even his former stepson Eros (if he's written as Aphrodite's son alone like he was in several myths)

Not far from Henna's walls, there is a deep lake, called Pergus. Thus music of its swans rivals the songs that Cayster hears on its gliding waters. A ring of trees encircles the pool, clothing the lakeside all around, and the leaves of the trees shelter the spot from Phoebus' rays, like a screen. Their boughs afford cool shade, and the lush meadow is bright with flowers. There it is always spring. In this glade Proserpine was playing, picking violets or shining lilies. With childlike eagerness She gathered the flowers into baskets and into the folds of Her gown, trying to pick more than any of Her companions. Almost at one and the same time, Pluto saw Her, and loved Her, and bore Her off- so swift is love. With wailing cries the terrified Goddess called to Her mother, and to Her comrades, but more often to Her mother. She rent and tore the upper edge of Her garment, til the flowers She had gathered fell from its loosened folds; and She was so young and innocent that even this loss caused Her fresh distress. Her captor urged on His chariot, called each of His horses by name, encouraging Them to greater efforts, and shook His reins, dyed a dark and somber hue, above Their necks and manes. On They raced, across deep lakes and over the sulfurous pools of the Palici, that boil up, bubbling, through the earth; past the place where the Bacchiadae, a people who came originally from Corinth on its isthmus, had built their city walls between two harbors, a larger and a smaller one.