Twins a COH-COV Origin story
Liberty Sever.
Clipt Wings Defender empathy sonic
Angels Deserve 2 Die Corruptor sonic, cold
Angels are everywhere in Paragon City. There are all kinds of angels as diverse and varied as the mortals around them. Among the heavenly, and less than heavenly masses there are very few twins. Among the twins there is only one pair of sisters like this one. Both are sure of the righteousness of their path. Both shine with the beauty of the heavens. Both are unwavering in their duties. And each is at odds with the other.
On the day that they where created the assembled hosts immediately knew that they where witnessing something special and significant, beautiful twin girls with golden hair and fair shining wings. As is the creators way nothing was divulged about this pair at their creation. The fact that they where created as infants was not uncommon, but it did mean they would need care. This blessed duty was assigned to a host of caretakers that would care for, educate, and protect the infant angels until they grew to maturity. With angels this time period is never a certainty, but these two mirrored that of human children. And a challenging youth it was.
They where inseparable from the day they where created. At the first sign of separation they would begin to fuss. This fussing would escalate with each continuing moment. Simple fussing would turn to cries, and finally to screeches of such magnitude that even the angelic caretakers would relent to the pain and reunite the two. This continued until the day they where dispatched to the world of mortals. The last day they would see each other.
They where different from the day they where created also. Any who looked at the twins could immediately differentiate them just by their mannerisms. Though physically identical at creation, there was never a doubt, which was which. The Agitator, and The Soother would be the common language for the nicknames they where given. Before they could speak it was evident. Baby A would frequently fuss, poke, pull, and kick Baby S. Baby S would pat, cuddle and hold baby A. They would bring each other to a common level. Baby A would become more peaceful. Baby S would become less docile. It was always this way.
They did not speak in any language that the hosts could understand until the age of five. Although they always had a kind of secret language between them, none of their caretakers could understand it. And as odd as this would be for a human, a 5-year-old angel is rarely more than an infant, so this was not at all odd. Angelic development is what it is. And the day they spoke was of great note, and concern to the Angelic caretakers. At five, the twins would play together running and pushing and hugging and screeching and giggling, like five-year-old girls are known to do. Their antics charmed the adults around them. They where beautiful and wild, darting among the adults like kids with too much energy.
At this time it is important to note that not all angels are the same. And this day there was a defender visiting the sanctuary. And such defenders are usually well armed. This one was no exception.
No one is really sure how Little Girl A got her hands on the defenders boot knife. However, what everyone who was there does know is that Little Girl A plunged that knife into Little Girl Ss eye. What else they know is that it was then the Little Girl A first spoke so those around could understand, There you go sister, now you will see clearly. Little Girl S stood silent with the blood pouring from her eye. The masses there that day rushed to her to tended the wound, but none could come near, for as they approached Little Girl S a wave of complete peace passed over them leaving them unable to act. And it was then that Little Girl S spoke her first words, Its ok Sister, dont cry. for as Little Girl S stood serene, Little Girl A wailed in pain still holding that bloody knife. The wounded stood at perfect peace, and the assailant stood in agony.
The aftershock of that day rippled through the caregivers. At first a consensus was reached that Little Girl A was a fallen one, and that they must be separated, yet as each caregiver went to fulfill the duty they would be unable to, each leaving the pair with a feeling of peace and an absolute conviction that the girls must remain together, and that there was no darkness in Little Girl A.
All doubts would fade when in the presence of the pair. Now less than identical, but still beautiful they progressed with the simple difficulties of growing girls. At ten their powers began to manifest. Not-So-Little Girl A showed a propensity for direct actions. Her voice could break steel, and a wisp of her breath could chill a person to the bone. While Not-So-Little Girl S showed a great propensity for the caring arts. Just being in her presence was enough to lift the sprits of all who came near. With a touch she could heal the gravest wounds. But like her sister her voice could also do harm. Not to same power, but those shrieks of separation still could cause great pain to those who heard them.
At the age of 17 their time to leave had come. This was made clear in yet another polarizing moment. The girls where flying together, tagging and poking and chasing each other much like the girls they once where. Young Lady A was a more daring flier, yet Young Lady S was always the more graceful. A would dart for S and S would lightly dodge. The other angels would watch this daily game with great fascination, stunned by the beauty, grace and speed. It was like so many other days. But it was also the last time they would do this.
Like lightning Young Lady A darted at Young Lady S, who lightly rolled away, only to be followed on her blind side by Young Lady A. She felt Her sisters hand on her wings, and heard her sister whisper in her ear, You can not help them if you are to far away. Then the pain as her sister planted her feet in her back next to where the wings connected, and pulled. The air whistled by as they fell together. With the sound of a shriek, and a blinding pain that made her faint she knew she had lost her wings.
The judgment was swift for Young Lady S. At the instant she stood over her sisters limp body still holding those bloodstained wings, a space opened below her dropping her forever to the human world, and the streets of Mercy. As she fell she heard more than one voice say, That angel deserves to die. But in her heart she knew that she had done her sister a great service. She had faith that because of this her sister would be a shining light. She had a purpose. She would allow the humans so see the limits of their faith, and allow them to become more. Like Steel is tempered by fire, the humans will be strengthened by their suffering.
It was days later when Young Lady S woke up. Attendants circled her with looks of pity, and as she sat up tentatively, she heard one attendant mutter Dear Creator, look at her with her clipt wings. And when she was told of the fate of her sister there was a wail that chilled the very souls of those around. For all their good intentions they had taken the one thing that had ever meant anything to this young lady. And at her dismay she heard, Youre better, off, she was cruel, she would have killed you. But the young lady knew better. She knew that her sister though it all really was trying in her own way to help her. She also knew that her sister would need her. And knowing her sister, she also knew there would be many others who would need her help.
