Without dwelling on that, the short, fat Joker dragged Al into the slums and said, "Buddy, the way you look now, you'll scare Blair to death. I'd suggest keeping your identity hidden for now."
Al froze, then shouted excitedly, "You know who I am? Who are you? Are you behind all this?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I don't have that kind of power."
Joker grabbed Al by the shoulders and shouted, "You amnesiac, remember it yourself! What exactly did you do?"
"Amnesiac? What exactly did I do?"
Al was stunned. Just then, green light shone all over his body, and a memory surfaced in his mind.
Seven years ago, Al's superior, Jason Wayne, had detonated explosives to silence him. Al hadn't been knocked unconscious by the blast—he had been killed outright. His soul had entered Hell and appeared before Malebolgia.
"Al Simmons, I will make a contract with you. You will serve as my commander and conquer Heaven for me. In return, I will resurrect you and give you a chance at revenge."
Malebolgia declared loudly. At the time, Al had been consumed by fury, so he agreed without a second thought. "As long as I can get revenge, I'll accept any terms."
"Very good, my commander. You may have your revenge, but only after seven years."
Malebolgia nodded in satisfaction. He raised his hand, and a flood of green light enveloped Al. It wasn't ordinary green light. Magnified, it would reveal countless tiny green bugs.
Hundreds of millions of tiny bugs enveloped Al and reshaped his body. Then Malebolgia sealed Al's body in magma, plunging him into a deep slumber.
Skyfathers had never been a dime a dozen. Even an old demon king like Malebolgia needed enormous amounts of time and resources to create one.
Seven years was the time