She looked at her in disbeilf and walked up to her. She hesitantly reached her hand out and touched her white feathery wings. She slowly ran her fingers through her feathers.

"It's beautiful." She muttered. As he slipped fake skin over her joints. All her joints were like a doll which was the only way you could tell she was a doll.

"She you mean. Her name is Angelique." He said, handing her a rose.

"My love have you gone ma..." She stopped when Angelique reached out for it.

"Thank you father." She replied. His wife stare at her in disbeilf as she smelled it smiling. He gently covered her joints and brushed her hair.

"She's alive but how?" She stuttered falling to her knees.

"By giving her a soul. Filling it with love and kindness. Souls are attracted by love they crave it. Even the darkest souls are weak to resist it. I carefully selected this one from reincarnated spirits. Do you want to know about hers?" He asked, she nodded.

"Her souls was always a young girls from loving families who's life was tragically cut short. None had reached past ten. Safe to say she's a very wise old pure kind soul she sees the good in every. The only set back is since her vessel is not real she has memory of all her past lives including how she died. So she's a little fragile. So we must be gentle. Her last reincarnation was a six year old girl with a fatal disease that claimed the rest of her family including her parents leaving her to suffer in agony alone. Till the day she finally drew her last breath. So you mustn't mention anything that will upset her." He whispered to his wife so she won't hear him. She got up leaning down and looking at the fire pit. Putting her hands directly in front of her but realized she couldn't feel the heat on her skin. She frowned looking at her hands. They noticed and walked over.

"What's wrong my little sunflower." The husband asked concerned placing his hand on her shoulder.

"I can't feel the heat off the fire. Does that mean I can't physically feel anything?" She asked as black tears seeped from her eyes as the paint used to make her eyes ran down her cheeks like tears.

"Sweetie I explained to you earlier your physical body at the moment is not real. But we're working on getting you a new one you just have to be patient." He assured her wiping her cheeks revealing that her paint on her eyes was still there not messed up at all. I looked to human for her. I was to realistic for anyone to know. I was just a doll was just by my joints unless there I'm wearing my joints are cover by fake skin. That looked as real and natural as human skin and the warmth of real skin. There was no way to tell was to tell what I actually was. But I only have a human brain and heart was made of different young girls that make up my soul. He used to make me. I had all their pasts, their loves/ whether it be love of her family or love of a lover. As well as their heartbreak. Making me a very unstable powerful creature that was perfect in every way/ a real angel from the heavens. That could die nor be destroyed. Forever stuck in a sixteen year old body for all eternity. A nightmare in itself. Stuck in the most venerable and delicate age of anyone's life. Its like going through puberty over and over and over again. So I wished to have a real body I that with my soul being an arch angels soul the most powerful and pure type of souls ever created. Souls are all connected by the purest soul/ the one we call god. Arch Angels are his right hand. His soldier's we're much more powerful than a normal angel. Angels are the only thing that can kill or take on a demon. Angels and demons have a sacred rule not to get to involve in or infulence human lives. They are only allowed to watch over. And we are to only get involved spiritualy if a demon is breaking the rule and trying to exist in the mortal plain/ land of the living. I knew that I couldn't to a mortal soul any of this. Its forbidden for them to know I'm a true immortal soul what I really am. Because I don't know what will happen if the angels especially the archangels will do if they find out that an actual angel and an archangel at that would be created by combining several different pure souls together but most of my soul was made up by the same soul most of my brain and heart were made of their biological daughter see they had a daughter several years ago which died when she was just thirteen. I'm the exactly age she would be now if she was still alive. She was beautiful he sculpted me to look like her exactly how he remembered her before the accident that not only took her life but made her unrecognizable. He wanted to remember her the way she was. So he made me and gave me her name. She was the most good, loving, pure soul, and is the dominant soul that makesup my soul. But I have the heart to tell him. I was the first arch angel to be created not by our maker but the first artificial soul of an archangel soul with a physical body. She knew that she'd have to be on guard for a demon underlings. That demons created that aren't true immortals like werewolves, and vampires, and dark whiches/ sorcerer. Vampires and werewolves do age but slowly. Over hundreds sometimes even thousands of years to die of old age. While I literally don't age ever. And I can not die. My arch angel soul is so strong I can regenerate any part of my artificial body.