[center][color=00aeef]Armarion[/color][/center]
[center][i][color=00aeef]"What have we become and what will I do?"[/color][/i]
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[center](Sorry about the delay guys)[/center]

In those final moments he could feel the ebb of Amo's godly energies die, Armarion also felt his own godly energies depleting. 

But the darkness inside rumbled and the ground before Armarion cracked and grass withered beneath him the burning light was pushed back by a large black figure separating itself from Armarion's body it stood in front of him with its scythe held up, [color=662d91]"Magic shall not perissshhh!"[/color] the light fought against the dark the fires were trying to consume the dark.

[color=00aeef]"Why?"[/color] Armarion questioned his shadow, [color=662d91]"It iss our destiny Armarion we were meant to die for you not die with you!"[/color] the shadow hissed as the lights began to consume its cloak.

[color=662d91]"You will go home and we will bind ourselves to this evil, now begone to the heights of your heavenly tower may you forever look upon your brothers and sisters and I and wait for our return to the heavens now begone!"[/color] Armarion's shadow threw part of its long black cloak over Armarion and the God of Secrets disappeared, Armarion's shadow had used up most of its essence to allow Armarion to return to the heavens and it was now weak all it could do was also escape into the shadows of the negative realm that humans called shadow to regain its strength.

[center][b][color=aba000]The Heavenly Bastions of Armarions tower[/color][/b][/center]

His keep floated in the darkness of Heaven for if the gods were gone the only light shed upon the Heavens were that of an eternal dusk, the only light that basked the land was on Armarion's keep inside he was being attended by his angels, a fickle bunch of scholars and warriors. 

He sobbed with utter sadness for now he knew there was no hope for he felt no more love for the world he knew that he would never be able to break Heavens seal but one day in maybe several million years would Armarion be able to smile and laugh with his brothers and sisters.

He sat in a large throne an empty seat next to his as an angel flitted in it was Arkoris his most beloved angel attendant he brought a painting to Armarion, made from the God's very own tears it was of his brother Amos bathing in the fires that killed him reaching for something that he could not reach and this broke Armarions heart but he took the painting and hung it over his very own throne a throne of multicoloured light and dismissed Arkoris then proceeded to cry.

[center]And cried Armarion did.[/center]