It happened so quickly. First he was barely able to stand and then the next thing he knew, he was outside under the stars. The flames were still burning around the city but from where he stood, the fire had not touched. Iratze was in front of him, she was so quick that her impact must have sent them outside again. He looked down to see that his old sword was now inside him, the long blade had been thrust into his heart. He brought his two arms up, grabbing on to Iratze, his godly form slowly faded, leaving him as a human. 

He coughed, his golden blood ran down his chin, while his wide eyes were looking around frantically, before stopping on Iratze. His grip tightened on her as he gasped,[color=gold] "I never thought you would be the one.." [/color]He paused, his breathe became shallow, [color=gold]"Iratze? I feel everything so clearly now.."[/color] His eyes then became rigid with fright and he realized his predicament, [color=gold]"Oh gods, am I dying? You.. killed me?"[/color] His grasp loosened as he fell backwards, the blade exiting the wound, which gushed with his golden blood.

He looked up from where he was, the smoke was thick but there for an instance, he saw the brilliant stars, then the smoke engulfed the opening once more. Was this is fate after all, turning against his wickedness, only to die by it? He was nothing now, powerless to do anything, just like a human. His mortality then sent a shock wave through his body, he was about to die and the uncertainty of it frightened him more then anything else in the world. He, Amos, the God of Valor, was afraid of death? How ironic was that. He wondered if humans felt like this in the end.

His body began to shiver slightly and he whispered once more, whilst gazing upwards, [color=gold]"I'm so sorry... I didn't... didn't want this to happen... mother."[/color] and as the last words exited his lips, he shut his eyes, and turned into nothing. His aura left his body, turning his skin ash grey. Amos had died, everything that he had been, was over and the aspect of Valor once again became hostless. Such an event like this could be felt by every single God, regardless of where they were. 

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In the heart of the sun, his mother wept.