Once upon a time, when the world could already be called old, a young God had established his reign over a great part of humanity. At his service he had a crowd of beautiful winged creatures called angels. They were hierarchic organized with Lucifer as their leader and the seven archangels after him, all content to serve their Father, guiding the humans. Until one day Lucifer began having doubts. Why would their father value those humans so high who never learned of their foolishness? Why would he still demand his angels to carry humanity on their hands? Why didn't he abandon those imperfect creatures when he had his perfect children? And anger and envy clouded his soul. He confided in his fellow angels, of whom some agreed and some disagreed.

From that moment on disharmony spread among the angels until finally the diverting opinions mounted into a war between Lucifer with his followers and his younger twin brother Michael, one of the archangels, leading those who refused to doubt God. As a general in his service stood Gabriel, another archangel and one of those who chose a more female appearance - for angels were agender and thus simply sorted by humans according to their looks since the human mind couldn't process the concept of there being no genders at all. Gabriel coordinated Michael's troops' movements. Under her command she had five remaining archangels, several choirs and an army of Saints – former humans who were granted immortality for their faith in God. The eldest of the Saints, old king Gilgamesh, changed sides during the great war. He lured Gabriel into an ambush: Together with some of his men he waylaid the general. They attacked her and ripped off her pristine white wings. A young angel of lower standing who was long since harbouring romantic feelings for the general and so never too far away from her witnessed the scene. There wasn't much he could do to help his inamorata but to focus all his powers and hopes at her. And a blinding light encompassed the archangel and drove away her enemies. The angel hurried over to the dissipating shine to find a small bundle left by it. By closer inspection the bundle identified as a child-turned Gabriel. Within that moment the angel lost his faith in their supreme Father. How could He let this happen to one of His most devoted followers, His general, the one who fought to defend the freedom of the weak creatures He held so dear? Why did not He save her instead of reduce her like this?

He took the bundle and turned his back on Heaven. And when Michael beat his brother in a showdown he joined the masses of banished no-longer-angels, decided that God should never have Gabriel back whom He let down. He took her to Hell with him, changing both their names. From now on he'd be known as Baalberith, and he referred to his love as his nephew. His hopes were high that Gabriel would grow up to be what she had once been, but soon he had to realize that the child that was she had lost all memory. As time passed by and the child grew he noticed more and more how different the reincarnation was and his love turned bitter. The person he had held most dear was gone, replaced by a beautiful but unsatisfying copy. Whenever he laid eyes on the doll - as he called it – his heart hardened a little bit more. So Baalberith became a cruel and feared demon. But through all this bitterness and ire a wee sliver of affection would remain whenever Gabriel was near.