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[Iratze][/center]

[color=9e0039]"A Mistake?" [/color]Iratze hissed. [color=9e0039]"You [i]both[/i] would have me go back to the way I was, wouldn't you? Amos, if I change back I will once again be a powerless puppet! Armarion, if I change back I will be unable to love you..."[/color] She looked between the two faces and saw that neither would change their mind.[color=9e0039] "You do not know what you are saying!"[/color] She screamed, then she looked to Armarion with pleading eyes. "You know not what you say! [color=9e0039][i]Even you do not know every secret!"[/i][/color] Iratze was the fastest of any god, but, when she looked to Armarion she had hesitated. Her hope that he would heed her kept her still too long, and it was then that Amos was able to catch her. 

[color=9e0039]"NOOOO! I WILL NOT CHANGE BACK!"[/color] She screamed, but, Amos held onto her anyhow.

But, Amos was not strong enough. The anger was still within him, but, he no longer wanted... [i]She wanted it all[/i]. So she took it. She took it all into herself, and she became even more powerful. Her godly form expanded, flaring with wild sparkling colors and light. Amos was flung away by her brilliance.

When Iratze opened her eyes she felt the weight and power of Cerbanis in her hands. 

She looked toward Amos, a shadow of what he had just been only moments ago. Iratze hated him most of all now. He was the newest addition to the list of creators who had used her and deposed of her when she was no longer useful to them. Except Amos had not been successful deposing his messenger, no, it would be the other way around this time... 

Iratze wondered very briefly what happened to gods when they die. It was not a thing that the gods, being an immortal, thought of very often in their long existences. Not until one had children who threatened to supplant them like whomever the Sun and Moon had betrayed to gain their heavenly throne, or Brontes the god of death, who carved out his own place in the underworld with he bones of the old gods. Perhaps Armarion knew that secret, and Amos would soon know. The two brothers would have one more thing in common. 

Cerbanis sung with power, sung as it sliced through the air. Iratze was the fastest of the gods and no one would have time to stop her as she flew toward Amos. With all her speed, power, and hatred she planted the blade into the heart of its old master.