Before the Robloxian's was an dormant state of heaven, purgatory and hell, of which God's angels fell to their new home from the underground to planning upon the death of god's creations. Lucifer the head commander of Hell's divisions, and taking fourth to pick sinners from the cast who fell upon the flaming depths out of all was an few individuals accompanied by foremost name's Argorath the beckoned, Lurvdinia the lustful, Hendrigr the conqueror and lastly Oberon the greedy all Lucifer's prideful lieutenants of the split up divisions of Hell however of which had trouble with being ' friends ' as the majority decided to bully the lowest lieutenant chosen, Oberon who foremost wasn't an lie upon weakness. His feelings could be molded like clay and were able to shatter if firmly cooled by the harsh critics of his fellow peers, Lurvdinia always teasing him for his body type, Hendrigr badmouthing his ability to lead an army and Argorath spitting at him for how he disrespect Lucifer's divisions towards showcasing pride, to humility otherwise.
He was powerful yet couldn't contain such unthinkable power which destroyed his body within war of the purge, his body made from magma and blood of lava he seemed invincible but he was just an fragile pebble to me reckoned with in play fighting, at some point he nearly exploded into dust from being mocked by the higher lieutenant's upon his overall self and war tactics within the field, past the millennia of horrific battle with Heaven and Hell Oberon found himself at the knees of Lucifer, begging his commander not to take his role, he had worked so hard for his position yet his colleagues put him into place of how fragile he was, with Lucifer nearly dropping him off the army Oberon found himself an worthy host within the world of Roblox, within the Region of Eden was an formidable vessel for the lonesome lieutenant, an young gladiator in training within the pits of Eden having been roughed up by his family and comrades upon the arena named Kraznir, born as an brittle golem by his guardians. His father Blavard one of the most oldest of the folk, and his mother Varlet whom was an easy going house women yet the both never told truth of how he was born to be yet he wasn't the only sibling of the family lot, having an brother named Apollo who was an golem made from pure gold which glossed over many eyes yet was determined to become an fledged gladiator like his brother Kraznir, both fought for their parents gratitude and love however one prevailed by the other, though didn't receive what they truly wanted from their guardians.
Apollo wasn't his true brother, his original brother had passed way before his parents knew until an archangel was sent by the gates to replace Kraznir's fallen brethren, an angel disguising as one of his kind was farfetched yet had an believable appearance. Apollo was told repeatability that his material kind wasn't for blood shed but for showcase, if you were an golem of rare properties such as diamond, silver, gold or even Emerald you'd be able to be bought for the highest bitter. However he didn't wish for that, he was sent from Heaven to cleanse Kraznir of his existence so Lucifer's lieutenant wouldn't be able to proclaim their body as an perfect vessel to reek havoc upon the lands of Eden but unfortunately it couldn't be stopped as Kraznir fame grew past the regions of Eden, the coliseum's citizens seeks more pray to feast upon as their main coarse for entertainment which created jealousy upon the messenger's pride and dignity as he was called upon to be feministic by the fighters and his failing attempts of sparring with others lead him to spying upon his brother Kraznir, he discovered his many triumphant duels but soon realized up his brothers up coming task of which he accepted to assist an Cathedral for as long as they need to rebuild there monastery to it's former glory and to which the story will speak for it's self.
As the coliseum rushed with the sounds of cheers and shouts, it was an chorus of no man's wish of bloodshed upon the garden of Eden's in habituated city, Eden. With our gladiator violently dueling an criminal on death row of the city's court, his opponent was named Ragnor, his crime was robbing an countess's riches to which he was sent by public choice to fight against the most famous advisory Kraznir. Both were close in hand by blades in length, with himself faltering back as the rocky figure tackled the man down with an swift distraction of confusion towards the golems attack strategy as they continue to fight with leading out blood, Apollo walked past the halls to see his brother brawling with another in the Arena, he groaned annoyingly as he knew it, would be an relapse of how his task would never be accomplished. To execute an well trained gladiator? That'd be an death wish for any land lover who peaked for fighting to the end of time, he was over exaggerating about his dear brother's fighting style but wasn't joking about power, even with his immense weight and size he could still fight an person who was stronger than him in multiple ways and would still win none the less. He'd sigh whilst watching upon his brother duel, leaning against an concrete slab of an table to preview this event for the moments end to only be startled by an messenger.
"Agh you must be his brother, give this fella his letter at the quickest it's urgent. " The mailman spoke to Apollo, circling around on his sandal and walking off towards his other duties, Apollo could never grasp upon humans and monsters these centuries but decided to peak upon his brother's mail to find an approved letter to an quest within an vast island to protect an Cathedral on the verge of collapsing from ongoing war, this note meant he could take his brother's place and finally relish the love and gratitude he deserved in the Coliseum and to get his place in check, slipping the parchment back into the envelope the golden figure gave out an dark hum as his days of darkness would brighten as his dearest brother left his post for protection upon the monasteries in Zaorous.
