Bean lived as a slave among others. She didn’t have a name and was more of an experiment and a servant than anything else. Her body consisted of angels and demons. Since Nephalems are a hunted species, this only intrigued her master more. It took many generations but eventually, he bred Bean, the perfect combination of angel and demon biologically. From here on, he performed tests, had her perform various tasks and work. He molded her body into something that was too weak to fight back but embodied grace and delicacy. Her wings were kept clipped and she is always attached to a wall. When Bean was 19, she had grown furious and started plotting her escape.

No one was willing to help, the consequences were too great. Late in the night, Bean used a bit of charm, batting her eyelashes at one of the men who work for her master. It was easy. He’d been sexually frustrated for a while and this pretty little thing was showing him interest. The night went as expected, the man falling asleep after intercourse. Bean is used to it and she snatched his keys. It was quick work. She removed her chains and snuck out of the window. There were people standing guard, but at 4 in the morning they are focused on how bored they were.

By setting a fire, the distraction allowed her to run, and even though they chased her, she had too much of a head start. She made it to safety by daylight, climbing high up into a tree with the last bit of strength left. For the next day and night when she wasn’t running or trying to find food, she grieved for everyone she left behind.