Chapter 15: The Origin of Grothak, the Devourer King
In the age before the Age of Crowns, before mortal empires and magical academies, before even the first dragons roared into the skies, there was only chaos.
From this chaos, the gods made land, air, sea, and the illusions called laws. And in the shadow of their brilliance, the gods made mistakes.
One such mistake was born deep within the Wailing Womb of the World—a cursed pit where the divine had once tried to bury their regrets. It was here, in silence and horror, that a child was born from the remnants of failed divinity, beast magic, and primordial hunger.
He was not named. Names grant power. Instead, he grew nameless in the pitch black. He fed on worms, then stone, then cursed runes carved by dying gods. By the time he had teeth, he devoured bones. By the time he walked, he consumed monsters.
When he left the pit, he was called by the first thing he did:
Grothak.
It means "The First Bite That Never Ends."
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The First War: Flesh for Survival
The first war Grothak started wasn't out of vengeance. It was survival.
He stumbled upon a primitive orc tribe, still tribal, still young. They attacked him for being malformed. They chained him, beat him, mocked him. Until one night, he bit off his shackles, then the arms of the shaman, then the hearts of the chieftain's sons.
He didn't just eat them. He absorbed them.
Memories. Muscle. Magic. He stole essence.
That was when the Curse of Devouring first awakened.
A forgotten thread of god-magic, born to kill gods but abandoned. In Grothak, it found its perfect vessel. With every soul consumed, his body grew, his mind expanded, and his power mutated. He became less orc and more—More.
He didn't conquer his first tribe. He consumed it.
And those who survived?
They worshipped him.
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The Devourer's Cult
Grothak wandered for decades, eating only when his power began to fade. A mad god with no temple. Until a dying orc seer found him deep in a ruin of the lost dwarves and knelt.
"I offer my life for a purpose."
Grothak accepted.
And something strange happened: The orc didn't die. He changed.
Twisted by the Curse, he became the first Devour-Blessed, an orc whose body adapted to Grothak's hunger, not as prey but as priest.
Others followed. Outcasts. Beasts. Even humans. They starved themselves for months to be considered worthy. And when Grothak let them bite from his own flesh—they received visions, power, madness.
A new religion formed. Not one of prayer.
But of consumption.
> "To be closer to God, you must eat what He eats."
They called themselves the Eaters of Ends.
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The Fall of Seven Kingdoms
Grothak's appetite grew. And so did his following.
Seven minor kingdoms in the Western Territories stood in his way. Proud. Arcane. Disbelieving.
The Devourer Cult infiltrated first. Poisoned grain, corrupted wells. A hundred thousand people died before the orc army even arrived.
Then Grothak walked into their capitals—alone.
He devoured their kings, their spellbooks, their royal beasts.
Each time, he returned stronger. He gained:
Dragon breath from a tamed wyvern.
Witchfire skin from a cursed sorceress queen.
Time-slowing perception from a chronomage.
By the seventh kingdom, his army numbered over 50,000. All of them enhanced by the Curse of Devouring.
None had eyes like before. Just black holes. Just hunger.
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The Cursed Blessing
Despite the power, the Curse came at a cost.
Grothak no longer dreamed. He could not create life. He could not remember his mother's voice—if he ever had one.
He was not evil. He was empty.
But it was that emptiness that made him perfect.
And the gods began to fear him.
So they tried to erase him. A thousand years ago, the Celestial Church called down divine fire. They used the Light of Finality.
They thought him destroyed.
They were wrong.
His body was ruined. But his core survived. The Curse of Devouring sealed itself into a blackened seed.
And now, in this age, it has bloomed again.
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Now: The Devourer Marches East
In the current era, as Bella rises and kingdoms whisper her name, Grothak marches with a different hunger.
He doesn't want the throne. He doesn't want worship.
He wants to eat Bella.
Why? Because her power is unique. Her soul is layered. She controls beasts, and fate, and flame, and shadow.
To Grothak, she is a banquet of forbidden fruit. A buffet of godlike evolution.
And he believes:
> "If I eat her… I will become perfect. I will become whole."
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Final Scene: The Oracle of Teeth
In a dark cathedral made of bone and obsidian, Grothak speaks to his oracle—a blind woman whose teeth have been replaced with tongues.
She twitches.
"She comes… riding night and death… crowned in stars… your only threat."
Grothak grins.
"Then we shall meet, Bella Snow."
He cracks his neck, sharpens his claws.
> "And I shall eat the villainess who thought she could control the world."
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