Adopted by One Direction

______ POV: Ch. 43

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Watching that young boy wake up, take one look around, and then his small frame is wracked with sobs makes me almost regret taking that little human's soul.

But I had too. It was her time, sadly. She tried desperately to get back to them even when I took her soul out of her tiny body. She fought me and rained small, ineffective blows at me, her puny fists just a nuisance. I had to take her hands and look her in the eyes, saying softly but hopefully gently, "You're dead now."

It's always a stunning revelation for young ones to hear that they have died. That they're never going to see their family again. But this particular human being, one I have watched over since her birth because I could feel she was going to die, took it rather well.

She had looked up with large eyes and said something I hope I will never forget; "I never got to say goodbye."

She was pure throughout her whole body, her soul clear and perfect, not tainted like others her age or older. It was beautiful and I wanted to make that soul happy, something I haven't felt since, well, never.

"You got to tell them you loved them," I had told her softly.

"Love them," she corrected. "I told them I would never ever stop loving them. That includes death, too."

I sighed and could feel her honesty and love. Her careful way of trusting only certain people after what had happened to this lovely human. Her beautiful, guile-free intentions in life. All she wanted was someone to love and someone to love her as equally. And she had had five people to do that. Actually, even more.

And in that moment I made a decision that would probably get me sent to Hell. At the thought, I had let a short laughter loose. I am in Hell. But I also can take her to Heaven. She's definitely pure enough. Her soul is clear like a bright blue lake, untouched by human beings, naturally there.

I took her hand and guided her to where those four young boys were sitting, utter pain and sadness written clear on their faces, no attempts to mask it.

And that's where we are now. The fifth one, the oldest, has just woken up. I have to restrain the little girl who's struggling to get to him as he sobs, tears and pain on her face too. She doesn't even seem to notice the clear liquid flowing down her face as she kicks and hits to get her way to them. She can't, you see. She can't interfere with this. But as I said before, I've been making decisions for this little human that could get me in serious trouble.

First of all, she isn't even supposed to be here. After I collect a soul, I'm supposed to immediately take it and determine where it's going. Heaven or Hell. The next rule I break is what I do next; release the little girl encased in the hold of my arms. She takes a hesitant step forward, glances back uncertainly, and at my encouraging nod, she goes running. She tackles the man who's still sitting on the ground and he rocks back with surprise. I can see confusion all over his face and he isn't sure what's hugging him.

"It's me, Daddy," Lily whispers in his ear but it sound like an explosion to me due to the quiet hush that has fallen over the small room holding these five boys.

"Lily?" He says in bewilderment.

"Yeah," she murmurs against his chest. She snuggles closer and says, "It's me."

I make her visible, the third rule I've broken, and they all gasp. She looks normal because her injury, her death blow, is on the inside. Inside her head. It wasn't her fault that the surgery was too much for her body to handle, for her to just stop breathing, her heart to just stop, while she was laying on the boy's chest.