art by  postersmiles

Goredrad was once a great warrior daemon, but always felt more at home in a forge. He always crafted his own weapons and between battles would be found sharpening or reshaping them. This led many of his fellow daemons to sneer and laugh at him, until the battle started and his weapons slayed all who opposed him while his armor never once let any wound befall him. He would leave behind countless broken bodies and weapons, smashing both with contemptuous easy. The daemon king of War was so impressed with his actions he decided to reward him. However, when Goredrad said he wished to work the forges and leave the battle fields, the king flew into a rage. He shackled an anvil to Goredrad's wrist and swore to break every weapon he made. But when Goredrad forged his first sword and the king tried to break it, he could not. In his fury, the king ordered his greatest warriors to slay the impudent blacksmith. Swinging the anvil attached to his arm like a flail and using his hammer in a defensive manner, Gordrad slayed his would be killers: their broken armor and weapons falling around their bodies. The king strode forward intent on killing Goredrad. He laughed, no-one had ever bested him before and his armor and weapons were forged by the gods themselves. Soon he learned the folly of his thinking as Goredrad's hammer found every weak point of his armor, cracking it with each blow. His knowledge of the king's blade also allowed him to dodge and off foot him as well. Goredrad swung his hammer once and shattered the kings blade. "Every weak point, every flaw of your armor and blade sings to me. Begs me to hit them so they will break and be reforged by my hands" Goredrad growled through his rage.

The gods took notice.

He was wrenched away from the battle and brought before the gods. He roared his defiance to them but the God of the Forge laughed. He placed his hand on Goredrad's shoulder and smiled. "No need for that, my brother" the God spoke, chuckling, "we want to reward you, truely reward you, for your grand skill". With that Goredrad calmed down and patted the hand of the God of the Forge.
"Thank you" he spoke gruff, yet soft.

Thus was he sent to the mortal realm...