Now, Ainsley isn't the only creature of his kind. Despite what he believes or knows. As he has been alone for the past thousands of years. There was a young woman similar to himself. Not made from the same folks who had unintentionally made him. No, this woman was made from an entirely different lot.

The angel in question was named Charmeine. Who'd been tasked to care for plants in Eden at the time. Mostly watering the ones that weren't the big tree. Certainly, not in charge of keeping the two humans away from it. No sir, she wasn't. Though, she briefly observed them taking a bite out of the apples that came from it. But thought nothing of it other than maybe they were finally being allowed to eat from the tree. When she found out later they weren't, she felt slightly guilty. Wishing she had told them not to.

As she walked through the garden, she spotted an owl. Something that hadn't existed in the garden beforehand. The owl dropped itself from the tree before her feet. Slowly rising into a woman shape. Wearing dark clothing with big yellow eyes and waist-length white hair.

A demon.

The demon asked if she was alright. Charmeine had been crying but hadn't entirely realized it. Wiping the tears away, she explained to the demon that she'd felt guilty. That she'd seen the humans eating from the tree. How she'd wished she'd stopped them. For a brief second, the demon didn't know what to say. Then she gently touched the angel's shoulder. Calmly, telling her that she could've done a million different things. It wasn't her fault the humans were thrown out. They'd made their own decision and so did The Almighty. Now they'd have to live with themselves and exist outside the garden. The demon, Adora, told her that they would be fine. When Charmeine asked her what she had meant, Adora informed her that she just knew.

Going so far as to take her to a part of the wall. Pointing out Adam and Eve to her in the distance. Charmeine saw the lion before she saw them. When she did, she froze slightly. In Adam's hand there was a huge fire bearing sword. One that she remembered another angel being assigned. Though, not his name. As it escaped her at that moment. Not that it mattered at the time. All that mattered was that the pair were going to be fine. They had something to defend themselves. It gave her a little comfort as she watched them.

'It's sad they're going. They were such lovely people.',Charmeine said. She briefly interacted with either of them. Adam and Eve were quite nice to her when they saw each other. It wasn't often. But they definitely were nicer than anyone had ever been. Including the other angel in the garden. Adora muttered,'I don't see why they're being kicked out though. It wasn't like they hurt anyone eating from that tree.'

'The Almighty said not to. They should've known better.',Charmeine defended. Even though she felt the same way. It was a bit much for some lousy fruit. If it was her, she'd probably given them another chance. Maybe move the tree out of their ability to grab from. Though, she wondered why they took from the tree. Usually they listened to The Almighty. The fact that they took from the tree now was odd. Looking over at Adora, she asked,'Why did they eat from the tree?'

For this, Adora was silent. Looking like she knew full well why it happened and seemed a little guilty. So Charmeine continued,'Well, I suppose even if they had possibly been tempted. It is a bit much to be kicked out for.'

'I'd rather punish the person who tempted them then them.',she added. This made Adora relax a little bit. Look a little less guilty about whatever actions she did or did not take. As they stood together, Adora eyed the angel next to her. Wondering why she wasn't treating her like the others had. And asked,'So. You're really just going to let me stand here and not do anything?'

'You planning on harming anyone?',Charmeine asked. Not looking at her as she watched the horizon. Noticing the storm that was rolling in now. Curious as to what it was. Adora answered,'No. I've not been told to and don't see any reason to.'

'Then I see no reason to do anything towards you.',Charmeine informed her. A faint smile on her face as she briefly looked down at her. Then, back at the sky. Which looked even angrier than it had a moment ago. Her mouth tucked down into a frown as the demon next to her examined her. It'd been a while since an angel didn't yell at her. Or threaten to harm her for merely existing. This felt strange but she wasn't going to say anything about it. Fearing the good luck that she had would run out. Instead, Adora also glanced up at the sky. A moment later, they saw the first flash of lightning followed by a loud boom. Drops of water fell from the sky as they stared at each other. Charmeine removed the large cloth from her shoulders. Handing an edge to Adora as she got under the cloth. Followed by the demon a second later. It wasn't the perfect means of keeping dry but it was enough for the both of them. Watching the scenery as the world's first rain fell.

From that single moment, the young woman was somewhat created. Not corporeal, not yet at the very least. That came sometime down the road.

A little after Adora saved a single baby from death, she emerged. Not out of water like Ainsley. But from the inside of a tree. Which she broke apart quickly as she pulled herself out. Confused, alone, and just as naked as Ainsley was. Instantly dressing herself like the others when she observed them. Feeling the strange feelings that Ainsley had when she was created. So isolated and without a true purpose. Unlike Ainsley, she went out and started actively creating mischief. Not so much that she was immediately noticed by above or bellow. But enough that her unintentional makers had noticed her. Adora was the first to find their creation. Feeling the odd power coming from her as they met by a river. One that had been previously normal water and now was red like blood. They ignored it was they stared at each other.

Neither understanding who the other was. Until Adora had gripped her creation's, Bronwyn, shoulders. Feeling a strange sensation of love and knowing. Realizing that this woman in front of her was part of her. And part of the angel she'd known for a while now.

Which she immediately brought to the angel's attention. At first, Charmeine wasn't comfortable with their creation. Didn't treat her horribly. But was afraid of getting close to her. Fearing that if she did the pair would be found out and face the repercussions of their actions. Thankfully, that hadn't happened yet. Before or after what was supposed to be the Armageddon. The big deal that hadn't happened thanks to two incompetent folks. These two incompetent folks weren't found out.

Their creation still lived her life as carefully as possible. Making sure that she used her powers infrequently. Fearing that someone on either side could see or sense it. Living her life as quietly as possible as she moved around. Pretending to be human alongside her creators. All three living in different homes but close to each other.

Not particularly spending time with each other but not leaving each other alone either.

Bronwyn had done a few things for her Makers. Not necessarily enough to be caught. Though there was a period where she almost had been. But enough to help her develop her abilities. Develop her bond with her Makers'. Who she referred to subconsciously as 'My Heart', Adora. And 'My Soul', Charmeine. Never saying these things out loud. Even, to this day. Instead, she'd refer to them by their names in public and private.

Such as now, where she lived in a little town of Tadfield. In a small place that was out of the way. Well, as out of the way that she could afford. Since Bronwyn didn't exactly have the highest paying job in the world. Nor was she ever going to if she had her way. Not that this fact mattered. All that mattered was that she was as far away from any of her neighbors as possible. Only coming out of her home for a walk in the late hours of the night.

One she made absolutely sure that no one was out for.

There were a few unfortunate incidents where neighbors had seen her. Not the adults but the children. A few boys and one girl. Along with an odd dog that made her feel uncomfortable, the more it looked at her. These children had stared at her long and hard as she went to get her mail. Not that she could blame them. Her eyes were odd to anyone that looked at them. Slightly too round and over protrubrent. Along with the fact that she was dressed very strangely. Or at least strange for the small town that she'd recently moved in. It was called roccopunk. Or at least that's what she remembered it being called.

Bronwyn wore corsets, bright tights, odd shoes, and lots of make up. Keeping her face pale as paper with bright reds and pinks on her face. Her hair, which was piled high on her head with ribbons and lace, was of a similar shade of pink as her lipstick. Which Bronwyn styled to look like a heart.

It was understandable, these children were staring at her. She'd stare too.

Still felt rude.

Ignoring the children, she went back inside and checked what she'd gotten. Just a few bills that would be paid within the week. Alongside some junk that she didn't bother with. As it was about some event that she wouldn't be going to. Stuff she never went to. Feeling that even if she were a human, she'd never go to these events. Ignoring this, she tossed the pile of mail onto the kitchen counter. Headed back to her room to take pictures of herself. Intending to pin them to the wall near her bed. Which had a piece of plywood with several pictures she'd taken of herself over the years. Alongside some pictures of her creators. Seeing it helped her sleep during the nights that she felt she required it.

Why? She wasn't entirely sure. All Bronwyn knew was that they were a comfort for her.

Ignoring the whys of that situation, she got her favorite camera. Set it up near the scene she created for herself and got the timer ready. When she was sure it was ready, she sat down on the sheet she'd set up over the window near her bed. Putting her hands on her lap as she straightened her back. Keeping her face neutral as she stared straight into the lens. A second later, there was a flash and the normal sound that the picture was taken. Bronwyn relaxed as she stood up and headed over to the thing. Checking the image that she'd created with a small smile. Then immediately making it appear in her hand. Shaking it a few times before showing the picture that she wanted.

Heading over to the board, she pinned it near her most recent picture. Then hurried to clean everything up. Putting her sheets back in the trunk they resided in. Along with the camera.

Bronwyn headed to the bathroom to change her outfit. Trading her lace and corsetted outfit for something more reasonable to walk in. A pair of black jeans, a bright purple button up long sleeve shirt, and a black velvet choker. Odd shoes replaced with chunky purple boots. She let her hair down and swiftly put it into two braids. Wrapping a ribbon through them as well. Last thing that she took off was the make up.

Which was replaced with more wearable make-up. Still weird and out there for a place like Tadfield, but easier for her.

Soon as she was sure that she was ready, she headed out. Getting her bike from the hidden spot by the house. Frowning when she realized it had two flat tired. Something constantly happened since the time that she snagged some loser's bike years ago. No matter what she did, her bikes would never have full tires. Bronwyn sighed at this discovery and decided to walk to work instead. Texting her boss that she'd be a little late getting there. As she was having problems with her ride again. Her boss assured her that it would be fine. Since they weren't all that busy and could handle things until she got there.

It was a relief but she still felt a bit guilty about it. Not even sure why she did but she did.

Pushing this feeling down, she headed towards the small store that she worked. Completely unaware of the eyes on her back.

Mr. Fell, or Aziraphale as he was actually known, was surprised by the presence of Gabriel and Sandalphon. They hadn't been in his shop in a long time. Nor had they tried to interact with him since they tried to 'fire' him. Now, they had been in his shop and cornered a regular's friend. Who looked quite frightened of either of these men. Not that he could entirely blame the young man. At one point, he sort of was that young man. Frightened and cornered by them.

Aziraphale wondered just why they needed him to come with them. And just why they'd risk coming into his shop to collect him. After all, they were still somewhat frightened of him.

If their scurry out of his shop wasn't proof enough.

Before he could properly speak to the young Mr. Priddle. Ms. Vega had him put his book back before insisting they leave. Quickly giving apologies to Aziraphale before hurrying out of the store. And as much as he wanted to make the young man stay, he didn't. Instead he just gave a quick good night to the pair. Which he was fairly certain hadn't even begun to hear him. Soon as they left, Crowley slunk in. Looking just as every bit as confused as the angel had felt.

Looking his friend in the eye, Crowley asked,"What was that all about?"

"I'm not sure. Those two just came in and Ms. Vega spouted some nonsense about a rare book that she didn't order.",Aziraphale began. Then went on to tell him about how she dragged him into another part of the store. Telling him that she just wanted to get the young man out of his home. As he had experienced a break in earlier that day. Aziraphale felt sorry for the poor boy and asked if they'd phoned the police. Surprised to discover that they hadn't. And that Ms. Vega figured they could handle the matter herself. Going so far as to fix the boy's door for him. That while they were talking, he'd heard the bell along with Gabriel's voice. Not necessarily catching everything that he'd said. But that the young Mr. Priddle had to come with them. Or at least that's as much as he could hear. Ms. Vega probably hadn't heard the archangel, but she seemed a bit worried about the boy. One that he could tell she viewed as her adopted little boy.

So she hurried out of the spot they were 'hiding' and he followed her. Spotting Gabriel and Sandalphon standing over the young man. Sandalphon leaning ever so slightly forward to grab Mr. Priddle's shirt. Ms. Vega yanking him up and hiding the boy behind her. Telling the men to leave and he'd backed her up on this. Aziraphale ended with,"I don't see why they want him. He doesn't seem like a dangerous person."

"You don't seem particularly dangerous to anyone either.",Crowley pointed out. The angel gave him a confused look as he stared at his demon. Crowley pushed his glasses down his nose to look him in the eye. Smiling slightly, he added,"You know that just because something looks harmless doesn't mean it is."

"I mean, look at Adam.",Crowley stated. The former Anti-Christ that didn't look like one. Adam just looked like a normal boy. Which Azirphale agreed with. Along with the hellhound that the boy had that seemed harmless too. Crossing his arms, Aziraphale pondered,"Still, it seems so strange that they'd cornered the poor boy."

"Maybe I should call Ms. Vega. Have her bring that boy over tomorrow so we can get a good look at him.",he added. Just so they could understand who he was. And that Crowley could also get a better look at him as well. Something that his friend agreed to. Until then, they decided to go out to get dinner together. Think of a plan to get the young Mr. Priddle alone to determine why he was sought after. And what to do to help him.

At the 'Priddle' household, Ainsley was wishing his neighbor would go home. He wanted time to himself after such a hectic day. Let him digest what had just happened to him. But Ms. Vega insisted on staying in his home and fixing him dinner at least. Which she insisted on eating with him so that he wouldn't be alone.

For the most part, Ainsley understood her feelings. That she was just trying to make sure that he wasn't lonely. Or feeling too afraid after what had happened. What with the almost break in and the men in Mr. Fell's shop. But making pizza from scratch in his kitchen was a bit much. So was eating it on the couch around the tiny T.V. Ms. Vega was talking to him about her day. Asking about his day. Dragging details out of him that he hadn't felt like speaking about. It was really draining on him and he didn't know how to politely tell her to leave. As he feared he'd come off as rude.

And he didn't want that. Especially after she just fixed his door.

Thankfully time seemed to fix this for him. As she casually checked her phone and realized it was around eight at night. And that they'd been chatting for nearly three hours after she'd fixed the door. Ms. Vega apologized for taking up so much of his time. For which, he told her that she didn't have to apologize. Thanked her for making him dinner and spending time with him. Promising to pay her back for her work. For which she told him not to. Evenin told him,"You don't need to, Honey-Pie. I won't accept a cent for keeping you safe."

"Have a good night and I'll see you tomorrow for lunch, okay.",she insisted. Tomorrow was his day off from work and she usually had him over for lunch on those days. Ainsley nodded in agreement and hugged her when she hugged him. Giving her a sweet smile as he waited for her to leave. Soon as she did and he was sure that she couldn't hear him, he sighed. Sagging against his couch as he stared at the dirty plates that were on it. In a soft voice, he muttered,"For the love of the principality. She's a good friend but sometimes she can be a bit draining."

"I guess I'm lucky to know someone who cares so much. Even if they're a bit overprotective.",he added. Getting up as he went to clean the dishes. Hoping that the rest of the night wouldn't be as eventful as his day had been. Otherwise he'd probably owe Ms. Vega for more than just door hinges.