As the sun rised his face became bright and warm, he could feel the energy from the sun fueling his veins. No sound of any enemies, animals, people or machines were interfering. His black wings were folded against his back, keeping him warm. Zerapham, an ancient angel of death, ageless, colourless. Gazing towards the galaxy he spreads his wings, tilting forward, leaps and glides throught the air.  "Sarah.... it`s morning honey"  Sarah turns over on her back, yawning and rubbing her eyes gently. Her ivory skin and hazle curly hair is mesmerizing in this early morning sunlight. "Is it tomorrow" she says with her eyes narrowed. Her mom smiles and touches her curly locks gently. "Mhm, today is the day honeybun"  A bright light cuts throught the roof and a loud thud followed by a quiver. Zerapham awaits, for the dust to settle. Sarah and her mom is blinded by the light and the impact threw them towards the wall. Both fainting. Zerapham walks slowly towards Sarah`s mom. Standig over her his shadow covers here whole body. "Please don`t hurt us, don`t hurt my daughter!!" she creams in horror. Zeraphan spread his wings "I take both of you"