In a meanwhile, a breath-taking view occupied the eyes of humans walking past, just like the ones belonging to Samuel. He stood in the distance, overlooking a house, which could easily be referred to as a castle. It stood proudly, in the middle, somewhere near London. The name of this place was not known by many and probably did not matter to Samuel, who came here, for a completely different reason than finding out a name of an unimportant village.

He had tears in his reddened eyes, and the wind brushed through his brown hair and Amara saw this and so much more. She heard his thoughts and felt his emotions; he was deliberating, whether it's the smartest choice to trespass a house when the owner was a powerful man.

All this, for worthless documents, which could make sure his pathetic boss would end up behind bars.

In the end, as it was anticipated by Amara, Samuel decided it was. One less of a sin on his plate was not going to change his image with God, nor Jesus. Jesus was more forgiving, yet he doubted his words would be enough to save his dirty soul. He was a man, who made so many mistakes to count.

But those mistakes were never selfish.

Every time he stole, or made stupid deals with drug dealers, in his mind, he saw the faces of his beautiful wife and as much beautiful daughter. His need to place food on the table forced him to ruin his morals and made him unable to extinguish between right and wrong. Maybe the dream to give his girls everything they deserved and all the interviews which turned out to be a waste of time, forced him to take the dark path.

Amara watched Samuel's every step, but could not do anything to interfere with his fate. She could feel the strong blame he took on himself, for ruining the lives of many. But she knew, he will never have any regret, for giving dirty money on a table, when his beloved family would starve without them. He would definitely not regret this, for the rest of his life; mortal or immortal.

His family was the reason, why Amara was forced to watch, how Samuel broke a window next to the door and crawled into the breathtaking mansion.

His greatest need, to give his family a better life.

But he never once thought, they would have to manage without him. The last thing Samuel expected, was for someone to be home.

Amara stayed close to Samuel, her powerful serpent on the ground now, waiting patiently with her. If he took a step forward, the serpent crawled forward with him, followed by Amara. The only thing she could do was watch as the fate came for him. She saw everything, yet stayed invisible for everyone else, including Samuel.

All of the sudden, a deafening sound of a gunshot rang through the air, reaching the ears like a plague, leaving nothing but a ringing sound. It did not surprise Amara, nor did it affect her. She knew what awaited Samuel and therefore stood, watching how Samuel collapsed to the floor, like a mere sack of potatoes. It looked so simple, but it held so much pain and helplessness.

The man, the shooter, the owner of this house and the protector of his assets most presumably knew nothing of the man he fatally shot. He had not any idea, his actions just stole a loving father and a husband from a nothing knowing family. The two people who loved him unconditionally. The shooter just stood, watching Samuel's struggling shell with disgust shining in his grey, watery eyes.

The powerful serpent hissed, crawling towards Samuel who held the last strings of his fragile life. Amara followed until she was close enough to allow Samuel to see her.

All the soul gatherers would perhaps let the serpent deal with the crucial gathering, however, Amara did not like anything to be left to chance. She perhaps did not fully trust the snake, therefore, the only solution was to deal with the matter herself, of course with the much-needed help of the serpent.

"My name is Amara and I came to gather your soul,"

Amara kneeled beside Samuel and touched his forehead, forbidding him from talking, ' My name is Amara and I came to gather your soul.

'Please stay calm. I promise you will never experience human pain ever again.'

That did not apply for the emotional pain, yet she ignored that knowledge and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She cleared her mind of all thoughts, allowing herself full concentration and leaned towards Samuel, until her lips touched Samuel's already blue and shaking ones. There was no passion in this kiss, for, Amara's lips were simply the gates for souls, allowing them to transmit to the afterlife, either calmly or in pain. Because Amara was a peace-loving character no matter what she was destined to be, the second option was rather uncomfortable and unnatural for her. Therefore, she allowed Samuel to go towards the other side, or more specifically, towards the Syndesi with happy memories.

Each soul who is undergoing transmission must see their life before their eyes. This is called terminal delirium and at times, it can take days before the mortal death. Unfortunately for those with sudden death, this needs to take place within minutes and can be quite distressing for most of the souls. Whether it is a tree, an animal, a human or a beautiful flower, a soul must go through it, for, a soul is always equal, no matter what shape and size it holds.

For Samuel to pass, Amara allowed him to see memories of his family; When he saw his wife for the first time, of course at the time a stranger; His wedding, although humble, yet so beautiful. He remembered how happy he truly was when he saw his, at the time future wife, looking at him with a smile, like he was the only man who could truly make her happy.

He also saw a memory when he first found out he was going to be a father; When his only child was born, a daughter with his eyes, but beauty after her mommy. He remembered how his life only then became fulfilled when he held his daughter in his arms and his wife had her head placed on his shoulder. He felt love, which he will never forget. Amara knew everything he felt, even when he thought he made his wife unhappy. She, however, knew for a fact, his wife was truly happy to have him in her life.

Throughout the transition, Amara has not allowed a dark memory to pierce his heart further. The thought which got through were only those, which truly made him happy in his dark life.

Only when he let out his last painless breath, did Amara notice tears in the corner of his eyes, which slowly ran into his hair. Those tears because, it was a long time since he last remembered how lucky he truly was, to have such a beautiful family and only then did he realise, what those moments meant to him.

Those very few moments of pure happiness outbid the thousands of dark events of his life.

'Thank you,' a voice could be heard and Amara smiled a little, for, she knew, the voice belonged to Samuel.

A bittersweet relief for all Amara could think about, was Thanatos and his alleged heart of metal. However, a soon as Amara wanted to ask her serpent to transfer her back to Syndesi, another buzz went through her body, indicating, another soul needed gathering. Amara found it odd, for, she always knew days before, when she needed to gather and who, yet, both Samuel and this next soul were a complete surprise to her as if someone planted them for her.

It was mind-boggling yet she tried to ignore her worries because the serpent was already transferring them to her next destination, where a little girl awaited; inoperable heart problems her doom. This little creature never had a chance to grow strong enough for, this disease weakened her body as well as her will to live. After a lot of empty promises from doctors, who reassured she will be okay, her small heart completely failed and even then they promised the heart transplant could mean success. Unfortunately, It did not work and Amara being here to collect her soul was the proof.

Sophie was the little eight-year-old girl's name and she was dying. After all the pain, it was up to Amara, to make at least Sophie's dying seconds more bearable than her mortal life ever was.

Sophie looked so very fragile, just like a breakable porcelain doll, lying in the hospital bed, wired to who knows how many machines and Amara's heart was breaking at the unfairness of the situation. She was so tiny and even then, she knew so much agony, no human should be allowed to know.

She knew too much pain.

She knew too many tears.

The worst thing was the fear she felt when she hopelessly waited to get better. It never happened and when Amara waited on the spot for Sophie's soul transmission so her body could exhale for the last time, she smiled when she realised Sophie was pure-hearted.

It is rumoured, those types of humans suffer the most in their life, yet their types of souls are the only ones who can become Guardian Seraphs; protectors who protect mortal and immortal creatures when they are in need. It is even rumoured every creature gets their Guardian Seraph at birth. The pure-hearted are so rare, they can only have one mortal life before they dedicate themselves to their duty in which they have no masters but themselves.

In that moment of cognisance, Amara knew this little girl will be alright but, she also knew she will never see her again. This founding tasted bittersweet to Amara, yet she still smiled happily, 'Hello Sophie,' Amara greeted softly and quietly.

Sophie's grey eyes, surrounded by big black circles opened and looked at Amara, 'sweetie, my name is Amara. Please don't be scared, I promise you that in a small moment, everything will be okay,' Amara softly said to Sophie.

Amara leaned over towards the small face, which due to all her suffering lost all the childish glow, and gently pressed her lips to Sophie's dry, chapped and pale. Sophie did not have many nice memories, so Amara decided, she will show Sophie a dream in her last moments; a dream which would most likely come true if she was allowed to live.

Sophie saw an older version of herself wearing a beautiful princess wedding dress, which reached the floor. Her shiny blond hair, which stopped at her low back, was thick and curly. On top of her head gracefully sat a tiara, glittering in light with every colour possible, which was holding a lace veil so long, two would have to carry it. As Sophie walked down an aisle decorated with flowers of all kind, she saw her parents who smiled at her with happiness shining in their eyes and she saw her three siblings cheering.

Sophie saw her wedding day and all the happiness she could wish for until the mortal shell became empty; mere decaying cells.

Amara smiled when she saw Sophie's soul appear in front of her dressed in a white gown and with hair, the same as she saw in the vision, thick, curly and reaching her waist; the epitome of the vision's older self. Sophie returned Amara's smile and walked towards her, to hug her with all her strength, 'You are truly spectacular Amara, like a true angel,' said Sophie.

Then the picture of pure beauty forever disappeared from Amara's eyes, 'Oh Sophie, you don't know how wrong you are,' Amara thought to herself.

Amara thought she could finally leave and go to Thanatos, yet a few more souls awaited her gathering. By the time she could finally go back to Syndesi, it was night time and she did not want to disturb the Duke, for, there is always time for tomorrow.