Armarion arrived, and spoke words that pierced the heart of the rainbow: [i]"What is this ugly sight I see, why do I see you Iratze standing with this disgusting beast that should be banished to the eternal darkness that consumes all and traps even the most mighty of the gods!"[/i]

[color=9e0039]"How quickly you turn against me now that I have taken a form that suits myself and not you or your pantheon..."[/color] She boiled with anger. Had he not said he loved her? It had meant nothing before, as he would never act upon it, and it meant less now that she displeased him. Now that she was [i]ugly...[/i]

Iratze did not need to speak. She did not need to be the messenger. Amos spoke for her:

[i]"Iratze has finally embraced who she was meant to be all along. Free from restrictions of her former self, she is now..free." [/i]

As much as Armarion hated his brother, calling him vile unpleasant things, disowning him... Amos still held sway over Armarion's heart. This proved true as Armarion changed before their very eyes.

[color=9e0039]"Armarion..."[/color] She floated toward him in the air, her wingspan wide and shimmering. [color=9e0039]"You have caused me great anguish... Yet, now you have changed your form, have you changed your ways or your heart? Your brother has freed me of my karma and now I can choose... Would you discard your own karma? For you have always had the power to do so but perhaps not the [i]desire[/i] until now..." [/color]

She held out her hand toward him. [color=9e0039]"Will you join us and indulge in what you have denied yourself? Will you acquire all that has been held back from you by your parents, by Brontes, by coincidence and design... Beautiful Dark Armarion..."[/color] Her tone was smooth and affectionate, but sizzled on the consonants, bitterness on the edges. She extended her hand further waiting for his answer. [color=9e0039]"What does your dark-self desire above all?"[/color]