Fogad sat down, his eyes fixed on the battered archangel.
And Robert told him.
A long time ago, a great brigand by the name of Mohograbenn spread terror throughout the world. Greedy for power and money, he gathered huge troops to plunder entire kingdoms... annihilate entire regions... each of his crusades left at least 5000 dead... one day, a rebellion among his troops got the better of him... but before he died, he made a pact with the forces of darkness to exact his revenge... their leader, the fallen archangel Lucifer, gave him the powers to carry out his vengeance. Mohograbenn grew fond of his new powers. He made a contract with Lucifer. He agreed to serve Lucifer in exchange for more power. Mohograbenn was a good servant. He carried out Lucifer's missions with mastery. Lucifer was proud of his foal. But in his happiness, he didn't realize that Mohograbenn had become stronger than he was. And one day, he killed him in one fell swoop and became ruler of the dark world. In the process, his appearance became as monstrous as his status! It is said that his presence alone was enough to make entire forests wither. As ruler of the dark world, he had more troops than he could ever have imagined, more power than he could ever have dreamed of.
His thirst for war and destruction became demented. Faced with the devastation wrought by Mohograbenn, the angels, totally harmless spiritual entities unfit for combat, decided to create a faction to fight demons and evil entities: the celestial militia. But the price they had to pay was enormous: the sacrifice of over 40,000 angels!
The first celestial militia was led by 8 sections of combat angels: the fire section, the ice section, the wind section, the lightning section, the swords section, the martial arts section, the astral section and the 4 elements section. Each of these sections is headed by an archangel. And the supreme leader of the combat archangels was the legendary angel. He was the only one not to head a section. For his power was unique: divine energy. It enabled him to do things that no angel after him has ever been able to do again. His strength in battle encompassed that of the other archangels, but he was also able to materialize divine energy and use it as he wished.
Unfortunately, the creation of this new militia destabilized the law of balance between good and evil. An opposing militia appeared in the dark world: the black angels. They are made up of the same sections as the combat angels of the celestial militia... except that they work for evil.
Only the legendary angel was unopposed. We deduced that the law of balance between good and evil had deemed Mohograbenn to be the opposite of the legendary angel. But this is only a hypothesis...
A merciless war began between the celestial militia and the world of darkness. Several assaults were launched against Mohograbenn and his troops. But their numerical superiority and power caused them to fail...
There were many battles between Mohograbenn and the legendary angel. But they always ended in draws, and the devastation caused by these battles became unbearable. Faced with this situation and the growing death toll among angels and humans alike, the legendary angel enlisted the help of great magicians to seal Mohograbenn in a zircon tomb. They sealed it with 8 keys. Each key was entrusted to a section archangel and hidden on 8 islands around the world.
However, the magicians warned the angels. If the tomb were ever opened, the liberation of Mohograbenn would be preceded by three great misfortunes: the flood, the death of all who had given life, and the appearance of hell on earth...
Relative peace returned to earth. The angels helped humans rebuild the cities they had lost, then gradually disappeared from everyday human life until they became nothing more than myths...
But a sword of Damocles still hung over the earth. The legendary angel understood this and had his power preserved in a casket so that, should the world degenerate again, a glimmer of hope would remain...
When Robert finished, Fogad sat in silence, eyes lowered, overwhelmed.
"So it was that coffer I opened…" His voice was small, trembling.
"Yes," Robert answered calmly. "But you were never meant to inherit it. The power was to go to a human with skill in combat and spirit—qualities I don't believe you possess."
Fogad flushed, embarrassed.
Robert's tone softened. "Still, do not be afraid. Already your strength is formidable, even if you can't see it yet. You've mastered a fragment of that power already."
"WHAT?!" Fogad almost jumped.
Robert chuckled. "Of course. And if you want proof…" He reached to his belt and pulled a small slip of paper from a pouch. "Come to this address tomorrow. You'll see for yourself."
Fogad stared at the note, confused. "But—"
Robert was already levitating, his figure rising into the night sky.
"Hey, boy!" he called with a smile.
Fogad looked up. "Yes?"
"What's your name?"
"My name is Fogad. Fogad Camen."
Robert's eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he ascended higher. "Then until tomorrow, Fogad Camen."
And with that, he disappeared among the clouds.
Fogad remained on the curb, staring up at the sky, awe shimmering in his young eyes. "Mom and Clara will never believe this…"