Hephaistos big dream was it to become one with is passion. He loved to tinker and build toys, machines and gadgets. You could say he stayed always a little curious child. Slowly but steady he turned his body into a machine. He changed the appearance which was given him, by the chaos. He altered himself. Becoming something different. The other gods weren’t pleased with his opinion. Only Erebos supported him in his decision. He told him, if he felt better changing his body into a form he felt comfortable to be then it shall be.

With his transission he also altered his name. The god know as Hephaistos was since then known as Belphegor. Old gods which he thought were his friends, his family turned their backs on him. Shunned him. Erased him from hell. At least they tried.

As the first war of the gods began. Weapons were needed. Weapons were crucial. In his loneliness, in his long time of isolation mother chaos spoke to him and taught him how to take revenge. How to great weapons which would be able to kill his brothers and sisters. To turn his anger and sadness into use. To turn his perfection into form. He built weapons made of chaos and obsidian. Obsidian. The stone of mother chaos. Her materialization in Erebos creation.

Belphegors weapons were used on both sides. Each deity desired his craft. His perfection. But he didn’t forget what his brothers did to him. Did with him. And he remembered the all vater who didn’t push him away. So he created his first weapon for Erebos. A spear made of gold and obsidian, which he named Gungnir. A spear to rule over hell. Over their realm.

Then he created weapons for each valkyier. Swords, axes, war hammers and whips. One of the valkyiers then came to him. He was desperate. The other side slaughter all of his brothers and sisters. Belphegor made a deal. He would do a forbidden and dangerously surgery on him, if he would manage to save him from the rage of their enemies. The valkyier accepted the deal. Even tho, both knew it was wishful thinking.
After the fall Belphegor, got disabled. They took his body. His perfectly constructed body and hid it. Hid it there were he would never find it. Where no one would find it.

The parts of Belphegor which were still flesh and his personality, got throw into one of the deepest parts of the abyss. His cube cell chainged to the ground and sealed with sigils, only oriax would know the spells to it. Locked away to never ever create any weapon again. Any weapon which could kill a demon for good.