"Mark, are you sure we aren't lost?" said a young man nervously. He was wearing hiking gear, couldn't be older then 25 and was with his roommate, Mark on a getaway from home. 

"I'm quite sure that we aren't Carl. I know exactly where the path is! It's right through the these trees." Mark said with bravado.

"You said that 20 minutes ago! Oh god we're lost! I knew I shouldn't have listened to you dammit Mark!" Yelled a very frustrated Carl as he grabbed his phone trying to get a signal. "There's not even a signal out here!"

Mark stopped in his tracks then, turned around and grabbed Carl's shoulders and started to shake him vigorously. "Now you listen here Carl! I'm not lost, now stop your whining and lets go!" With that said he let go of Carl and walked through the brush, disappearing into the growth. Not a moment later, "Holy Shit Carl, look at what I found!"

Carl then followed through the brush and came face to face with a structure made of crumbling ruins, it looked like it could have been a castle. He looked at it suspiciously, he knew his history of the area but didn't think anything like this could be here. From inside of it he heard Mark say, "Carl, you're going to want to see this.."

After 2 minutes of traversing the terrain, as Carl was by no means an athlete, he was out of breath and collapsed besides Mark inside. He was trying to get his breath but managed to say, "What is it Mark? What are you looking a-." Not 20 feet away his gaze fell upon a figure wrapped in vines, sitting on a throne. The only thing visible was the persons face and instead of a skeleton, there was an actual face with hair and everything. "What the hell is that?" Carl said dumbfounded. 

"I don't care about the person dude, hes probably dead and it's just a mummification thing but look at that sword." Mark said while walking over to Cerbanis. It was still in the same spot the 4 thousand years it had been there it showed no sign of age and was still as sharp as ever. He was about to grab it but Carl intervened by slapping his hand away."

"You don't know what that is man! It could be booby trapped or something. Lets get out of here before something bad happens." Carl managed to say in a serious tone.

"Are you kidding me, look at this place! There's no booby traps, god. Get over it, this could make me..I mean us, rich!" And without further delay Mark grabbed the sword and pulled but it did not budge. "Crap." Mark said one final time.

A flash of light came over the two humans and when they looked they saw the figure had opened its eyes which were glowing blue, which faded into sky blue iris's that penetrated their souls. The figure then stood up, the vines turning to ash as he loomed over them. Amos had awakened.
 
Valor had been watching the his fight with Mortis, a demon from the ancient world whose very presence corrupted reality. They fought for several days neither one would give in to each other's blows. The tract of Heaven they fought in was turned to waste and this only fueled Amos. He knew it could be rebuilt and it would but not unless Mortis died. The battle was entering its twilight, as Amos brought up Cerbanis once more the sword cried out to him. Intruder! His dream state began to dissipate as no one, not mortal or immortal would ever steal his sword.

He spoke to the humans, who themselves were paralyzed with fear and could not move, his ice cold voice portrayed no emotion. "Did you think it wise to try and steal from a god. To awaken me from my slumber? Do you know what we do to thieves where I come from? We ki-" He abruptly stopped talking to them then as if they weren't even there. Amos had felt the presence of Brontes. "So, that was why I saw Armarion crying, Brontes has come back from the dead." He said to himself as he picked up Cerbanis, which came out as if it was hanging on by a mere thread. 

"For centuries I have waited and finally by a stroke of pure luck I am returned." He said pacing back and forth. "Brontes will pay for what he has done and now I believe it is time for my return to be known."

Amos then held up Cerbanis to the sky, a lightning bolt then came down upon him and his true form was revealed. He grew in size, wings sprouted from his back and he was surrounded by an aura of light. Every God on Earth would sense this, no, they would sense him. Whether they be afraid or not was entirely up to them for the lines of friend and foe were somewhat blurred to him. He had no idea what conspired between his family for the years he had been gone. Regardless, he took flight then, blowing a hole through the roof. He traveled faster then light, quickly rising into the sky, overlooking this new world which he had no idea about. He put his theatrics aside and reverted back to his human form, wings still on his back. He closed his eyes sensing where Brontes had been and as he started, his arrival would be soon.

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Back down in the ruined castle the humans were still there. Or their bodies anyways. For upon seeing Amos' true form their minds burnt out. They too would soon be with Brontes.