My name is Amarie, and this is my story. Amarie is a Stealer, she does not steal gold or wealth, but something much more valuable than those combined. Amarie steals love, and she is the cause of betrayal and hatred that turned the world into a dark and sorrowful place. She is the reason behind every war, every crime and every brutality in the world. But, is this the real Amarie? The archangel of doom? Is she who she wants to be? What does it take for love to be restored?