The PulseTeam Side Stories, Part One: The Untold Story Of Wings

Chapter One: Genesis

I know that most, if not all of you, are familiar with a really good friend of mine. On Earth, he's the most powerful man on two legs. You know who I'm talking about. David Allen, Junior, otherwise known as: The Pulse. But this isn't about him. As a matter of fact, he doesn't come into this story until way later, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

For now, this is actually a story that will, for some of you, answer a lot of questions you may have about me. My name is Gabriel-Immanuel Salvadoré, and my story actually starts with, "In the beginning."

So...

In the beginning, God created Heaven, what we up here call Celestia, and the Earth, which we refer to as the MidWorld. God also created a realm of suffering we call Gehenna, that most people would automatically and immediately identify as Hell.

While God the Father was busy creating the Earth, the former Lucifer MorningStar took that as a prime opportunity to instill doubt and mistrust toward the Father into the minds of the other angelic beings, and to promote his own belief that he was more fit to rule what the Father created than Him. So when Lucifer finally rebelled against the Creator, he caught up half of the ArchAngels, and a total collective third of the all the heavenly host in his twisted schemes, and dragged them all down with him. The poor saps. I kinda feel bad for them for falling for MorningStar's tricks, for I have experience that the former Son of the Morning is quite convincing. Deceptively so, in fact. The former Arcs that sided with him, however, they knew better, so they got what they had coming to them.

Well, I think the most of you reading this pretty much know what happened, next. For those of you who do not, to make a long story painfully short, a massive civil war broke out in Celestia, and many good angels died that day. I know. I was there. I was one of the quintillions of the cherubim opposing Lucifer who were drafted into the war. I almost lost trillions of good friends on both sides over the course of three thousand years (just over three days on Earth), and Commander General Michael actually saved my life. Suffice it to say, it was an infinitely titanic mess that is not over, even in the modern world.

Eventually, the war ended with us victorious, God squaring away the rebels, and sentencing them to death by exile in Gehenna. And if you're wondering what I meant when I said "death by exile", all you need to know is that eternal separation from God is death. Lucifer died that terrible day, and the creature that the entire multiverse would come to know as Satan was born. And then, there were those two absolute morons from Earth, the first two humans, Adam and Eve, who listened to the deceptions of a snake, of all the creatures in Eden, instead of obeying the One who created them, and effectively introduced sin into their world, forfeiting their right to rule it from thence on.

But anyway, after the heavenly revolutionaries were thrown out, we rebuilt everything, we mourned the losses of our comrades-in-arms and the Fallen Ones, and then, once God Himself sat down with each of us and fully explained everything to us in full detail, we rejoiced the rebirth of the angels we lost and moved on, having lost all sense of sympathy for the Fallen Ones.

My story continues when I volunteered to be born on special assignment to the Earth into one of a set of twins, and to human parents in the Earth year, circa A.D. 1855, en cinco de mayo, en el Territorio de Nuevo México, en los Estados Unidos de América, in a town called Oasis de Ángeles. That's when and where my twin and I were born. We were born into the Salvadoré family, a very distinguished and wealthy family, to Miguel and Esmeralda Salvadoré. Ren was born first, about a couple of minutes before me, but we born different. We weren't just born different from each other, but we were born different, period. He was born with jet black hair, bright amber eyes, and fang-looking teeth (when they grew in), I was born with shiny, dark gold hair and unusually vibrant, electric blue eyes (and when my teeth came in, they were as normal as everybody else's). The only two things that we had in common with each other on that front was that we shared a face, and that we shared a golden tan skin tone. But the one thing we had in common that branded us as different, period, was the fact that we were also born with fully feathered, fully functional, black-and-white eagle's wings coming out of our shoulder blades. The only difference on that front is that Ren's wings are black with white tips, and mine are white with black tips. But, despite our differences, we were brothers, and loved each other accordingly. We were also fortunate that our parents were loving and relatively understanding enough to not give us up for adoption.