Hephaestus

He was thrown from heaven - by his mother who was ashamed of him, or by his father who was angry with him, depending on which telling you trusted. He landed lame. He went to the forge. Hephaestus is the divine craftsman - the god who made the thunderbolts of Zeus, the armor of Achilles, the golden automatons, the net that caught Ares and Aphrodite, the throne that trapped his mother. The ugliest of the Olympians and the most skilled.
The god the other gods relied on completely and celebrated least. Hephaestus is the interior account of the divine craftsman - what it meant to be the being whose nature was most directly constituted by the making, who understood fire and metal and transformation with the intimate knowledge of the god whose entire existence was organized around the forge. The marriage to Aphrodite who did not love him, held honestly without self-pity.
The net, made with the same extraordinary care he brought to everything he made, and the laughter of the assembled gods when it caught what it was made to catch. The armor of Achilles and what went into the making. The dignity that came not from his position in the divine hierarchy but from the forge itself. He made everything for everyone. He was not celebrated for it. He returned to the forge anyway.
This is that story.