Notes from author
Born from the gods at a time when their war with the demon overlords had struck. There was not much of a childhood for a child of war such as him, pulled from his mothers dead hands, saved by his uncle, the last of the gods.
Hidden away in excile his uncle raised him and trained him for war, in the hope one day he could avenge his fallen comrades. Gruffa was at a disadvantage however, he was raised outside of the land of gods and therefore did not posses all of their power.
Late in his teens Gruffa was well trained and had already killed many a foul demon. Progressing rapidly, things looked positive...
Until. That. Night.
They were finally found, the last God and his apprentice. Captured whilst they slept, they were both taken away and tortured. Gruffa was cast in metal leggings which were used to crush his legs into an inhuman shape. His hands were put into iron gloves and scolded onto the flesh. They poured liquid steel onto his head and threw him to one side, a punishment only a god-born could survive.
Left opposite his uncle to watch his demise, his fate seemed an unholy one. With no escape imminent it was sad to think that his life and roll in the universe would lead to this. He drifted off into a deep sleep.
He awoke to thunder and lightning, his eyes opened to the bright lights, he adjusted his vision and saw his uncle making an escape. Freed now his uncle spoke to him...
"we must go now my child" lifting him up and out to the castles exit.
Homeward bound and almost out of the castle they hear the war cry of demons, they know that they can not out run them. Gruffa is put down and told to go, he refuses and holds fast with his uncle. The demon hoard is upon them...
"GO NOW MY CHILD!" Screams his uncle.
He accepts his gesture and leaves, now in the distance to see his uncle confronted with a demon hoard. His uncle gets ready to charge.
He mutters his last words.
"Yes Gruffa live...
...so that you can one day kill them all"
