[IC] And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

[Lord Zee]

For four days he flew, fully aware that he could have been there instantly with his true form but there were rules and he only changed earlier because the moment dictated it. He was content to take things slow now that the others knew he was returning for he had no idea what they would do when seeing him again. During his little adventure he surveyed the landscape, a lot of things had changed. No more were there small towns and villages but mega-cities full of humans going about their meager existence. They were utterly disgusting and so appalling that he tried his best to avoid them.

After two days of traveling he began to notice other startling things about this alien world. Large swaths of forest were destroyed, lakes and rivers were no longer fresh and drinkable, and the oceans were polluted and dying. How long had it been for the humans to have caused this much destruction? When he slept they were just beginning to learn how to write, not capable of destroying Earth and depleting its resources. Did the other gods not care for its survival or was he missing something else entirely? Amos was not sure.

Upon the fourth day he was nearing yet another city but this time it was heavily scarred with traces of divine energy, but all traces of Brontes were lingering and not fresh. Winter was here in this part of the world and he noticed his lack of clothing might seem odd as he only had on a loin cloth. He decided his best course of action was to land, so his wings disappeared and he fell. He left a rather large dent in the pavement as he landed in that dark alleyway and much to his displeasure two scrubby looking humans in rags had seen the whole thing. They looked at him indifferently and simply went back to eating their food, how odd. He began to walk in the direction of something familiar, dark but familiar.

He arrived at a some dirty looking building of some kind and upon opening the door he was met with several odd looks and the man behind the counter stated, "Ah hell, not another weirdo." Which was met with some laughter by the humans who had been drinking. He ignored the man and looked around the room, and there, in a dark corner of the room he found what he was looking for, Kyra. The one who scarred their mother was right there, sleeping.. Now to just get her attention then. He walked over to where the man behind the counter was, and grabbed him. "Oi what do you think you-" His sentence was cut short as he was thrown at the wall right next to her and hit with a sickening crunch. That out to wake her up.@NarcissisticPotato

[Winter05]

Ernestine sat in silence, her elbow on the table and her chin resting on her knuckles as she looked out through the plate glass window of a coffee shop. The streets were bustling with people, mostly shoppers, and a lot of them had scarves wrapped around their necks. She picked up the stirrer and stirred her coffee, sighing at her growing boredom. Things have been dull lately, and the lack of excitement left her in low spirits.

It has been a few days since the return of Brontes, and she has not seen him or felt his presence ever since. A long exasperated sigh left her lips as she continued to stir her coffee without touching it. She stared at the steam as it went up in the air and disappeared as quickly as it came. "My, my. Goddess of Chaos sipping coffee at a fancy coffee shop. How lovely," she muttered bitterly to herself, the look of boredom growing on her face. "The world must be coming to an end," she added with a lack of enthusiasm as she picked up the cup and took a sip from her coffee in a very regal manner. She took note of the rich flavor and creamy taste, licking her lips in satisfaction. Humans were evolving. She couldn't remember the last time she had drank coffee, but it definitely didn't taste as good as this.

Instrumental music was playing in the background and the smell of freshly ground coffee was wafting through the air. Everything felt so serene and the moment she realized this, her face turned to stone - she suddenly felt very, very, horrified. "What is with this peace?!" She yelled in annoyance, banging her palms against the table. She earned unwanted looks from people around her, and she flashed them a sweet smile before rolling her eyes. She quickly got up on her feet and left the cafe, irritation crawling up in her veins.

With no destination in mind, she stormed down the road, stopping in her tracks when a sudden bright lighting caught her attention. She quickly looked up in confusion, but there was nothing. She had just imagined it, she thought, until a few more series of images flashed through her head. A sword. Wings. Light. It was no other than the god of valor himself. He has woken - and she could feel his presence nearing the city.

"Well, well," She said wryly as a mischievous smile made it's way to her lips. "I guess things will just keep getting better and better from now on," she chuckled, her mind wandering back to the return of Brontes accompanied by Amare, and now, Amos. Winter has arrived, which meant the god of winter - and possibly the god of autumn, was close by. With so many gods in one city, things will surely get interesting.. and chaotic. She beamed as she stared at the busy streets, her stomach churning in excitement. Good things were bound to happen with so many gods flocked up in one city - or should she say, terrible, terrible things.



"I guess the past days of tediousness was - as humans would call it, the calm before the storm." A wry smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes held a glint of mischief. She inhaled deeply and continued her walk down the road, now feeling very, very, well pleased.

[NarcissisticPotato]

Once Kyra had found her dark corner, she proceeded to curl up in a protective ball and subsequently fell into a deep sleep. Darkness rallied to her cause, slowly covering the young, white haired girl in a thick veil that hid her from the prying eyes of the mortals that would undoubtedly flock to the bar. Time meant very little to an immortal being and without anything to properly wake her up, Kyra allowed herself to float away with her dreams, sinking into the ocean depths.

The first few dreams were naught but bright flashes before her; a scene from her imagination, a memory or maybe a little mix of both. She hadn't slept in such a long while so the dreams felt almost alien even though she had seen them all before. During her slumber, an odd sensation washed over her and for a few moments, her dreams stopped as she felt a powerful presence invade her mind. Kyra was much too drowsy to make sense of it but whatever it was, it was extremely powerful. Nevertheless, she forgot about it in no time as her dreams took hold of her again. She dreamed of her childhood spent in the heavens, of her time with Armarion, of her Great Betrayal. They all lashed at her being with the emotional whip that accompanied them but Kyra remained unphased - she had learned to let the emotions of her past fade away, lest they destroy her.

The powerful presence only seemed to grow larger and larger as she slept on. Finally, it got to the point were her subconscious mind was screaming at her to wake up and run. She didn't know what it was nor why her mind was so concerned about it but through it all, Kyra slept. The dream after that became a lot more vivid than the others before it. Oddly, Kyra swore she briefly heard the voice of her sister, Thalliana, crying out her name. The first time, it was how she remembered her sister - bitter, twisted and full of loathing. The second time was quiet, barely even audible, and her voice was breathless yet it held more love and desire than Kyra had ever heard from her sister. The third was a scream, a cry for help, a shivered shriek against the cold void. "Kyra!"

Her eyes slipped open and her form remained static but Kyra knew that he had already picked up on her presence. She could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand up and from every shadow that enveloped her, tiny voices told her to run, that she was no match for him. Her eyes darted for an escape but he was right in her path. Him. Her eyes snapped to the massive man in the middle of the room. He seemed to be a towering mass of muscle and sheer power; a putrid mixture of intoxicating and terrifying.

Her Godly side told her to run, to slip into the darkest shadow and find a way out of this predicament but her human side, which had evolved over the thousands of years she had spent with them, was immensely curious of this being. She knew who he was but she found herself longing to know why he was here. Amos was the glorified headman of her parents so she had a number of reasons to be afraid but a small part of her silently hoped that maybe he was just here to talk - to settle the wrongs of the past. So, as suicidal as it might seem, Kyra tentatively stretched her small form before allowing her blankets of shadows to fall away and rising to her feet.

Approaching the hulking God, she cast her eyes towards the heap at the far wall that she presumed to be the barman. It was a terrifying glimpse of what Amos could do in a single second but despite this, she slipped onto one of the seats at the bar and casually leaned her elbow on the cold wood. Despite being in the high seat, Amos still towered above her. "Brother..." Kyra whispered gently, her dark, chaotic eyes rising to meet his. Even though she tried, she couldn't read him - his eyes hid everything from her by showing her everything; a burning rage, a gentle love. They were almost as chaotic as Kyra's own eyes and it didn't help her cause. "I've been here for over nine thousand years yet you seek me out now. I presume you desire something?"

Casting her eyes back up to his, she allowed one of her hands to drop to her side, ready to summon her blade at a moment's notice. "You've only woken up and instead of hunting Brontes down or attempting to reform the army, you find me. Forgive me for rushing to conclusions but you must have to gain some sort of advantage from it. You wouldn't do it otherwise. After all, you never talked to me when I was there." Although Kyra tried to keep her voice rigid, small bursts of fear found their way into her words - she didn't want to face her Mother's wrath. So, she attempted to play the guilt card and silently hoped it would have some sort of effect.

@Lord Zee

[ActRaiserTheReturned]

Edward Von Brahms
A voice boomed out of nowhere. . . "All of you!" Edward transformed into his dragon form. . . Conjured dragons appeared out of nowhere, four of them. His scales were tougher than could be harmed even by very heavy weapons. Fire found it's way towards the assembled deities, and his eyes glew blood red. "How dare you!" As he breathed an excess of fire from his mouth he began to breathe was hot enough to transform the ground into obsidian glass far before even touching. With is supernatural strength he wielded his modern steel tearing claws like instruments of the Grim Reaper. He remembered the death and carnage he found over and over during the past several days. "I demand justice!" Anything large and stationary would find it'self crumbling or at least shaking very violently at his mere movement, which was large, swift and as powerful as a titan. For the past few days, his spies and informants have been spying on these deities, hoping to see if there were anything suspicious. Nevertheless, a fruitless search didn't mean Von Brahms was going to leave them alone.

[NarcissisticPotato]

(Collab by @Lord Zee and yours truly!)

Not long after the barman hit the wall and some humans fled, the little ball of darkness had woken up. Amos watched Kyra cautiously, rather unsure of what she would do now that he was there but to his surprise she walked on over to him. He looked down upon her, his gaze never fleeting as she asked her questions and when she was finally done he spoke. This time his voice seemed to be crisp rather then ice cold, it did not portray malicious intent but instead was rather melodic and intoxicating. Surely if any female mortal had heard him then they would practically groveling at his feet but nay, Kyra was a goddess.

"So little sister, it's so rather nice to see you again even if we did never talk in the Heavens but as we both know I was rather preoccupied with, unsaviory business. Anywho," Amos poured himself a drink, something called brandy. "The reason I'm here is because I felt your presence, you should be honored, to be the first one to see me after, well I don't even know how long."

He took a swig of his brandy but nothing really happened. "Ugh, I need Nectar. Not this human water. You know Kyra, mother always said to be careful of Nectar, too much would leave you in a gutter with none of your wits left." Memories of home.

He let out a chuckle, "Ahh mother, I wondered what happened to her and father? I can't remember the last time I saw her scarred face, and it begs the question, is she still angry? That none of her children sought revenge for her and as I slept I pondered this. It probably doesn't even matter now but still if there was a chance that she could let me go home do you think I would take it? Or did they get locked out too?" He finished, crossing his arms.

The Night Queen's eyes fell away from her elder brother's, instead turning to examine the heaped body of the barman like it was a precious work of art. She never exactly expected it to be a pleasant exchange but she couldn't help but feel simultaneously confused and terrified. Amos very blatantly showed her his cards without showing her his intent and just how he planned to use them. If Amos planned to deal with her, to become their Mother's catalyst of vengeance, then she couldn't really stop him; no, she had to go about it another way. Maybe if she gave him some biased information, he'd think better of tearing her apart?

"Every deity was condemned to Earth. Even the Elder Gods. They're here with the rest of us so I imagine your vengeance would amount to very little." She murmured softly, eyeing up his brandy - Kyra wasn't very picky and she did quite like the taste of human alcohol. "Even still, could you truly call yourself valorous for overpowering a little minor Goddess?" This time, her voice rose in challenge as she raised her eyes to look at him.

So it was true after all, the gods were here and the only salvation he had was in Brontes. Amos quickly flashed a smile as he saw Kyra look at the brandy, he guessed the need for alcohol ran high in his family, so he poored her a glass. He thought over what she said, the bravado in her voice seemed to challenge him but she was right. If he had no reason to do something then he seldom followed through with it, just one of those rules he followed. As their eyes met once more, he saw chaos in them as well as a deep sadness. Something about it sent a small shiver down his spine.

His voice relaxed, "Let bygones be bygones then, sister dear. Even so, one would not call the Queen of Darkness a minor goddess, how foolish would that be? Now, I seem to be at a loss in this new human world, for starters is it now customary to wear clothes over ones body? And what exactly is the date?" Amos finished as he leaned up against the bar. He needed to know more about this world and it seemed that Kyra was his best ticket to such answers.

Kyra casually nibbled down on her bottom lip and let a pent-up sigh escape from her body - she had definitely dodged a bullet with that. Lifting his brandy, she downed it in one long gulp which earned her a few curious glances from the already nervous bystanders. "I don't see how you can't like this..." She murmured, a frown contorting her features as she poured herself another glass. At his question, Kyra actually focused on what he was wearing and blushed ever so slightly before peeking around. Thankfully, there were no mortal women present; that would have been plain awkward.

Taking another sip of the human alcohol, she casually scratched her snow-white hair. "Yeah... Mortals don't really like it when they see random people walking about in loincloths. It makes them a little embarrassed and being fully honest, I find myself agreeing with them. Erm... the date?" Lifting her fingers, Kyra slowly counted out the years, frowning at her dainty digits. "So the humans found some great messiah or something and they based their dates around him, apparently? So right now it's two thousand and something AD. Then you went to sleep like five thousand BC?" Shrugging, she once again eyed up the other members of the bar before picking out a particularly tall man.

"That mortal over there; take his clothes then we can work on getting you something a little more flavourable." Once again, she downed her brandy before pouring out another glass. "Silly humans and their nice drinks..."

"You obviously have never tried Nectar, its not called the draught of the gods for nothing." Amos said as he winked at her. "I knew I had been sleeping for awhile but not for that long, you think something would have happened during those years but I digress. Now the clothing, yes. I'll be back, don't drink too much in the meantime."

Amos got up from the bar and walked over to the mortal man. He was an older bald man, who wore a leather jacket and a pair of pants along with black boots. He sat with a group of tough looking men who smoked, the smell penetrated his nostrils and was vile. He approached them without hesitation, each of them getting up staring him down with menacing gazes. He towered over all of them except for the bald one who stood on his level. "Your clothes. Now." Is what Amos demanded. The Bald one chuckled looked back at his friends then quickly turned around punching Amos in the stomache. Needless to say the man's hand broke, his bones shattering as he hit the body of a god.

She raised an eyebrow at his wink but proceeded to drink nevertheless. So what if Amos told her not to do just that? It wasn't like it would actually affect her! In the time it took her elder brother to approach the men and subsequently break one of their hands, Kyra had already polished off the bottle of brandy and had successfully infiltrated the back of the bar. Finding a bottle of a clear-looking liquid, she quickly robbed that and made her way back to her seat. Guzzling it, she watched as Amos went to war, occasionally throwing in a cheer of support.

Now the smart thing, after seeing this, would have been to run but mortals are not known for their smart decisions so the rest of them each took out small arms. A knife here, brass knuckles there and even a small pistol. "So be it.." Amos whispered before pushing the bald man back into his friend who held the the gun, With him preoccupied he turned his attention to the one with the brass knuckles who attempted to hit him. With ease Amos turned left, dodging the fellows brash attack then grabbed his arm, breaking it in then following up by throwing him at the wall. The knifeman, who seemed to have sense, started running away and Amos was about to give chase when something small hit him, a loud noise followed. He turned his attention to the gunman, whose bullets bounced off Amos. It only irritated him as Cerbanis appeared in his hand. Within a second his blade found its way through the man, pinning him to the wall, his blood oozing out.

Amos retrieved his sword, using the shirt of the recently impaled man to wipe away the blood. He then walked over to the bald one, stripped him of his clothes and sent him on his merry way. As he started to put on the clothes he noticed that they were a very tight fit but when all was said and down he looked like a proper biker, minus the bike of course. He carried himself over to where Kyra was downing another bottle of human alcohol. "It seems my advice was not listened to, nonetheless I think it is time for us to leave. That is, if you would show me around this town?" Amos inquired. Somewhere inside of him, he truly hoped it would be a yes.

Her features once again contorted into a frown and despite the fact that she still had a dribble of alcohol left in the bottle, she chucked it away to the side, collected another one and hopped to her feet. "Onwards and upwards, as they say! Plus we need to find you some decent clothes. At least I have the whole dark thing going for me but there's no excuse on your part, buddy!

[WhiteStar19]

Jack Frost, Ash Adair, and Thallie

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Thallie woke up and sighed quietly. Yes she didn't need to sleep but she chose to; it passed time and it relieved some stress at times. It was very relaxing to her. Walking over to the window of Jacks hideout. She had so much going through her mind and it was over whealming for her. According to the information gathered within the past few days Amare CHOSE to go with Brontes.

This gave Thallie a complete headache. Why would Amare betray her and choose to go with the man Scratch that monster that damned them all to this horrible place with these annoying people. Well they weren't all annoying but Thallie found a good amount of them annoying. Rubbing her temple she closed her eyes then opened them back up again. She was rather frusterated and had no idea what to do anymore.She started to tear up a little whiping her eyes she sighed quietly and shook her head

Jumping from cloud to cloud, Jack swooped down from the air, the wind carrying him as fast as he could go. He took a deep breath, sucking in the cool air. He had spent the past four days away from his house, trying to keep up his job as a Season, but he couldn't help but feel that this sucked to be a Season when this was going on. His bare feet touched the ground and he spun his staff around in his hand, resting on his shoulder. His blue jacket, which he had taken to wearing after seeing Rise of the Guardians, was slightly frosting around his collar. Huh. There was some truth to that movie.

He cokes an eyebrow when he saw Thallie looking out through the window and he made his way inside, shaking off any extra snow that was on his jacket. He was about to head into the living room to talk with Thallie when Ash grabbed him by his jacket, yanking him back. Ash pulled him into the nearest room and slammed the door shut. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Chill out, Ash, " Jack said, gritting his teeth. He rubbed the back of his neck self-conciously and looked toward the door.

"You aren't talking to her about this. "

"Why not?" Jack's eyes were as cold as his season when he looked at his brother this time. Ash was not used to seeing him like this. In fact, no one was.

"She's having a rough time. You need to let her deal and not make it more complicated. " Ash's voice rose as he went throughout the whole sentence and he cringed before his voice dropped again. "You know it's a bad idea, so why are you doing it? "

"She needs someone there for her! You saw what happened when Amare left." Jack ran a hand through his hair. "I'm not talking about this anymore. You can't convince me otherwise. " Jack then brushed passed him and walked out the door.

Ash shook his head and muttered, "I told you not to do anything stupid. "

Thallie stood up as she heard the door shut .She knew she should of took Jack's advice when he said to get out of the house. Sighing she got dressed and ready to go outside. Smiling a little as winter was her favorite season.

Once she was ready she went outside her boots crunching the snow beneath them. Walking down the side walk she watched as people passed her. Some looked busy while others looked happy. This made her cringe a little she couldn't understand why they'd be so happy over anything. Putting her hands in her coat pockets she continued to walk. After a few moments passed by she some how managed to bump into a few males. This made them smirk at her and give her alll of their attention "Hey there pretty lady" rolling her eyes she walked through them or rather tried before one of them grabbed her arm "Where do you think you're going pretty lady" he said with a smirk. Gritting her teeth she glared "Let go of me creep!" she demanded

When Jack slammed the door shut, he was determined to find Thallie and explain to her about what was going on, but as he entered the living room once more, she was gone. She was no longer sitting in the living room where she had been. Jack swore under his breath and grabbed at his hair. Maybe this was a sign. Maybe he shouldn't pursue this.

Thallie kept trying to get him to let go "Look buddy you've picked the wrong day to mess with me" she said glaring at him
"is that so?! My my you have such pretty little lips" the guy smirked at her as he began to tighten Grip on her arm she winced a little glaring at him as she tried to separate his hand from her arm.

Jack tapped his staff against the top of his head, thinking for a few moments. He rubbed the back of his neck, sitting down in a chair, and he held his staff out in front of him. "Thalliana" he murmured to it as he passed his hand over the top of the hook, creating an ice mirror once more. Snowflakes swirled in mirror and a picture of the pretty white haired girl appeared, along with a group of mortal men. One had a grip on her arm and it looked as if she was struggling to get free.

Anger flashed across his mind and Jack jumped to his feet, staring at the ice. He memorized the location. It wasn't too far from here. She must have just left. He slammed the staff against the ground and whistled. The door banged open and a stiff winter wind flew in. He jumped in the air, and the winter caught him, swinging him out of the house.

He maneuvered his way to Thallie's location, dodging around buildings. He landed atop a tall one, overlooking the scene from above. Thallie was struggling to get the creep's arm off her and rage slowly built up in his stomach. He tapped the side of the building, and ice began to form, heading down into an alleyway nearby. He didn't want to hurt anyone, but he would if he had to.

He slide down the ice into the alleyway, his bare feet stinging from iceburn, before walking out behind Thallie. "There you are!" He tried to play off coolly. He wrapped his arm around Thallie's shoulders and grabbed the guy's hand, pulling it off her arm in one quick motion. "I was looking for you everywhere." He glared at the guys and said stiffly, through gritted teeth, "Thanks for keeping her company. We'll be on our way now." Keeping a good grip on Thallie's shoulders, he spun her around back toward the direction of the house.

Thallie prepped her knee to knee the guy but before she could she heard a familiar voice and her name. It was Jack putting her knee back down she looked at Jack with a face of sweet relief. The guys stared at him confused but before they could open their mouth she was already out of their grip and heading back towards the house.

Thallie looked at Jacks hand on her shoulder raising an eyebrow but ignoring it. "Thanks..Jack" she swallowed. Unsure if he was actually looking for her she looked at him and then back towards the house. "How did you know that I was...and were you actually looking for me?" she asked moving her shoulder out of his grip. They were almost to the house which was a relief for her. Relaxing a little she waited for his answer.

"I...uh..." Now that he was in front of her, he didn't think he could do it. "I was actually looking for you. There's something that I need to talk to you about. But you left before we could talk."

Thallie looked at him quite curious her mortal blue eyes glowing a bit as she looked at him she was quite curious to what it could be about."About what? Jack is everything alright? " she gave a small little smile. Thallie was stressed and just not okay but for some reason talking with Jack always made her smile and feel relaxed. She looked down at her feet watching them crunch the snow beneath them.

His voice failed him at the moment he needed it most. Jack took a deep breath and opened his mouth, but all that came out was a slight squeaking noise. He quickly shut it again and tapped his staff against his shoulder. "Everything's fine. Nothing to worry about. We can talk about it later."

SHIT GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKER! YOU IDIOT! WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SAY THAT?! Jack thought to himself as they continued toward the door. He opened the door for her and let her inside. When she walked in front of him, he smacked himself in the head a couple of times with his staff. Dammit.

Ash, who was waiting worrisome at the door, smiled at the two stiffly as he glared around Thallie at Jack. "So how was your walk?"

She raised an eyebrow then nodded "We can talk about it tonight alright?" She said as she walked through the door raising an eyebrow at Ash. "it was interesting I had a run in with mortal creeps. BUT then Jack became my life saver."

Looking between the two she could sense something was up. giving the a small glare she cleared her throat "Ash! Jack you both better tell me what is going on or else I swear it won't be pretty and do not lie I will know." she said sternly to them.both

Jack and Ash exchanged a glance and Ash gestured for Jack to talk before turning around and throwing up his hands in exasperation. He stormed off, leaving Jack and Thallie alone. Jack cleared his throat softly before turning to her and mutter quickly and rapidly, "ItnkImbengtoflfru." He growled at himself before saying, again, but this time slower, "I think I'm beginning to fall for you, Thallie. Ash didn't want me to tell you because of all that's been going on, but I thought you could... benefit from knowing." Jack stared at the ground, a pale flush coming up onto his neck and cheeks.

Thallies eyes widened a little her face immediately becoming flushed in the cheeks. "J-Jack why do you think that.. what do you mean you.." She was completely surprised yet overwhelmed so much has happened..And it was almost to much for her but she let out a small breath and ran her hands through her hair. "What do you mean you think you're falling for me and Ash knew for how long..how long have you felt this way Jack?!"

"Thallie, ever since I came to work for your parents, I haven't stopped thinking about you. You are the most amazing, hard headed, strong person I know and it kills me to see you this way." Jack took a couple steps back, away from her. Right then, his staff glowed bright blue and he tapped it against the ground. He turned his eyes back to her and said, "I have to go. Just think about it, please?" He walked up to her quickly, kissed her forehead and walked back out the door. He whistled and the wind immediately picked him, carrying him off to do his job.

Still in shock she just stared at him. She wasn't how she used to be nothing like that actually and it was just so surprising to her. Right as she was about to say something Jacks staff began to glow. Swallowing and closing her mouth she looked at him. His eyes seeming so soft and gentle. Listening to him she nodded her face turning a bright soft pink as he kissed her forehead.

" I will.. " she told him as he left. Shutting the door she cleared her throat. Groaning she walked into the room ash was in giving him a hard look. "I am going to kick your ass!" she shook her head and swallowed completely overwhelmed she sighed and looked at him.

"I figured as much," Ash said, looking up from the living room chair. He had had his head in his hands for the passed minutes that Jack was talking to Thallie and he was just done. Right then, Onatar burst in through the door, shouting and breaking things, and becoming very angry. Ash rolled his eyes and stood up slowly, grabbing his scythe. "And then there's that guy..."

[ActRaiserTheReturned]

"You will all stand hereby for your executions!" Edward shouted. His draconic form broke forth into the form of a full dragon, tearing through the walls and ceiling as he was larger than an elephant in this form. He breath fire towards Ash and the others who were there. He was obviously angry about something, since he was normally methodical and analytical. This time he seemed suicidal. His eyes flashed a blood red and the flash from his eyes was searing hot, an attempt to blind the assembled gods there. "You dare to hunt down my children and attempt to slay the dragon god?" He asked rhetorically. As he spoke, he attempted to bite off Ash'es head, as he was unable to simply annihilate one god at a time with a single attack. The other four dragons wouldn't likely be able to slay a god, but four of them at the same time could at least annoy the others before having to pull back. They also breathed their own breaths of fire and soared away. Subtlety was usually easy for Onatar, not now. Now there were dragons the size of elephants flying through the air and breathing their fire onto the building. A line up of minataurs and medusa headed gorgons were on the ground, making a bee line towards the occupants of the now burning house and rubble.

[Etain]

Thellies eyes widened. Automatically her necklace began to glow and start to protect her. "The hell!! I think you are confused!" she stood there here eyes glowing. If it came down to it she was prepared to fight.

Standing next to ask she swallowed. This was bad and Jack probably isn't going to be happy about his home. Using her hands to create orbs of light she began to attack the gorgons that we're coming after he and Ash shooting them one by one.

The only problem of this is her necklace only lasted so long which meant shed only be protected so long. This was immediately over whealming her first Brontes and Amare. Then Jack now this. It was way to much for her to handle. But she had to keep fighting to protect her and ash. No matter how much she wanted to break down she couldn't. She just couldn't.

@Whitestar19 @ActRaiserthereturned

[Pirouette]

Queen of Roses

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With the news of Brontes suddenly returning, many divine entities began mobilizing as if to go to immediate war. Zora Showers, as she liked to be called, immediately sought the company of her children as a first instinct. Not all of them could be present but she had at least three show up on such a short notice to the Spring Sprite's own Winter hideaway. It was a cozy little vineyard in the Southwest of the United States, just miles from the Pacific Ocean. It was a neat estate with luscious foliage and the most perfect grapes to ever grace a mouth, mortal or divine.

Zora had been staring idly out into her little grove as her children continued to argue back and forth over what was going to happen. The oldest of those present was Arthus. He could be considered a modern day Achilles for he had unrivaled talent in his strength, speed, wit, looks, and charm, but his arrogance proceeded him and he was always the most difficult child to keep inline. The other, who had just reached adulthood, was Thaddeus. While he was also graced with the perks of being a half-god, he did not share the same peaks as his older half-sibling. Instead, Thaddeus prided himself on his particular talent of farseering, the ability to see events unfolding or that will unfold. It isn't always clear but he did predict Brontes' return just the day before it actually happened, at least he claims so. Finally was a child who took very much after her mother. Rosalie could, by appearance alone, still be considered a child but she was just under the cusp of adulthood. She inherited many things from her mother, but most notably her mother's gentleness and tendency to appear vacuous.

"Winter burns so bright with the fumes of Summer, but it is still just as cold with hearts like these." Zora had finally said, emotionless, after a particularly long session of silence.

"What's that, mother?" Rosalie was quick to ask, not offering the oppurtunity for any of her half-siblings the chance to ask. Zora's vacant expression perked up into a slight smile at her daughter's eagerness. "It is something I heard from somebody, decades ago. It came to mind. That's all." She turned from her perch and very delicately made her way around the room, reaching out and touching the various plants that were slowly invading the estate's walls. The three children watched their mother stroll around the room, ears perked eagerly for her next words.

"What alarms me is the fact that there has been no regard for humanity." Zora stopped at a particularly interesting rose that was growing aggressively into the wall of the estate that it had cracked the wall. "If that was but beginning then many mortals will parish for our petty squabble." Zora continued as she ran her finger gently along the thorny stem of the rose. "And if it comes to that..." Zora's tone became a bit darker and sinister as she left off her sentence. She didn't enjoy the thought of yet another violent hunt for Brontes. Many of her kind were just selfish in their pursuit, but Brontes wasn't immune from blame either. In fact, due to his banishment from the Heavens, the Divinity have only increased in their meddling into the affairs of mortals. Each action they committed against humanity was an offense that Zora took personally and many were guilty by Zora's standards.

"I don't want my children involved." Zora remarked as if she had eyes in the back of head, already seeing that Arthus had arisen, his chest puffed, and mouth open ready to speak. But Mother, I could... Arthus tried to rally a defense for his involvement but he was quickly interrupted. "I will not have my children harmed. I am more than capable." Zora said plainly, still not taking her eyes off the rose. In truth, she actually didn't know what to do. Ideally, she would want all the Divinity to leave Earth and let the Seasons continue their work, but how would that happen. Undo Brontes' work and assist the rest of the Deities to return to the Heavens or was Brontes working on something a bit more permanent. Zora had considered his motives for a great length of time ever since the Banishment, but she still wasn't sure what his endgame was. It made the question as to her allegiance all the more important. What could she do? She needed more information and perhaps talk to the only other deities she trusted outside of her own children, the Seasons.

"I think I must go for now. I'll be back but I.." Zora trailed off as she finally plucked the rose from her wall and let it fall gently to the floor. With that, she made her way to the estate's door and slipped outside. Then in a quick flash, she had transformed into her godly state. It had only been a few hours since she had been in this state as she had just passed off the Summer season to Belle but she still felt a bit stiff. She fluttered her wings a little then took off, planning on seeking Jack out as a first measure seeing as it would the easiest. Brontes returned in his domain and he had likely already spoken with others, but more importantly Ash, the Fall Sprite. She would have finished her sentence but she wasn't sure how it would end. She wasn't sure how any of this would end.

[WhiteStar19]

Ash Adair

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@Etain@ActRaiserTheReturned

"Everyone needs to CHILL OUT," Ash yelled after dodging fire and the bite and he spun the scythe above his head and slammed it into the ground. The gorgons and minotaurs around him turned immediately to ash and the others were too afraid to come close. Ash growled deeply at them and they backed up even more.

He turned to Edward and held up his scythe. "You know what this is, do you not? And you know I am called the Grim Reaper for a reason. How dare YOU barge into my brother's home and destroy all of his things for nothing! We have not hunted down your children, nor have attempted to slay you. You have gone against your good judgement and attacked your own sister! Can you not see that this is Thalliana, Lady of Light?"

Ash took a deep breath, but he kept his scythe in front of him. No one could harm him or take the scythe unless he set it down willingly. Even if it were knocked from his hand, it would kill the person who knocked it from his hand and anyone who tried to pick it up. He would have to set it down on his own terms.

Ash looked up at the draconian god. The thing was big, but it didn't scare him as much as Jack would when he got home. "Will you change and come down so we can talk rationally? We might be able to help you with what you seek. "

He looked over at Thallie. "You alright?"

[Dark Cloud]

@Robo27

Aramrion was quite happy to get on with the task at hand although he felt a change in the world that made him feel slightly off, he shrugged it off as just something that he was feeling possibly draft because of Jack Frost's presence.

"You are right lets locate those two,"

Armrion took a few steps forward then turned to look at Tet.

"But let us not use too much force on our younger brother I do worry about him sometimes!"

He twisted his goatee and furrowed his brows with worry on his face it might have seemed odd to Tet but to Armarion his youngest brother was the most important thing in his godly life other than his close brother Amos who was somewhere in the world, but Armarion's expression was of pure worry.

Then it shifted slightly to a look of wonder because of some odd events that he remembered that had taken place during no their times on earth.

He remembered some of his relationships with the Gods and Goddesses many of which he had turned his back on and his away from because he wanted some time alone amount his family, because he was tired of being in the spotlight for so long when some of his brothers and sisters were being neglected by their parents the Sun and the Moon.

He quickly pushed these memories into the recesses of his mind and he looked around as he twisted his goatee.

"Let us move on from this area Tet I think we should either scry on them or pinpoint their existences with our minds, maybe I can cast a spell of some sort but let's move on"

Armarion nodded his head down the road where Amare had gone, then he began walking but at a brisk pace so they would make their way through the streets faster.

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Four days past on their search for Amarebyet they hadn't found him yet although they had sensed traces of his and Brontes existences in grasp.

Yet another day past without much success although he had just begun to enjoy Tet's company it seemed it was wearing on him although he enjoyed the God of Play who was smarter than Armarion it seemed as though they were quite awkward talking to each other.

Yet Armarion was genuinely enjoying his company because many years had passed since he had anyone of equal or higher intelligence to chat with.

They sat at a park bench as they had been for the past few days because that was where they were making plans and eating food to seem like normal mortals.

This was Armarion's favorite part about humans, it was their food and their tastes that was the main thing that he found interest in except his brother Amos knew not why he meddled with mortals and none of his explanations were exemplary for Amos who still didn't understand his brother except in anything other than combat and just plain chat.

Aramrion decided that the bench was a good place to plot although Tet hadn't wanted to because he rather just wanted to hang around in a bar.

These were the happening of the passing days of search which were rather uneventful.

Armarion spent some of the day's tricking his other brothers into thinking that his brother Amare had fled somewhere else in the world and he sometimes even just mislead them.

But the days were altogether uneventful.

[Etain]

Thallie nodded and gritted her teeth. "I'm fine..Jacks not going to be happy." she said glairing at the monster before them.

Her necklaces glow began to fade and she stopped her powers. "HE is right, speak with us calmly. We can't help if you try to kill us!" crossing her arms she tapped her foot lightly. Her mind was being filled with so much at once it was causing her head to hurt. Looking at Ash the thought of what Jack said filling her mind. Then looking back at the dragon.

She tried to process what he was freaking out about but honestly couldn't figure out or understand what or why he was acting this way.

@WhiteStar19 @Actraiserthereturned

[Robo27]

The last four days for both Armarion and Tet were a bit exhausting they had searched long and hard for Amare and Brontes but in the end they turned up nothing. Now here the two sat, on the fourth day, in a park, on a bench, enjoying some mortal food. It was not god tier food, and to add to that it was somewhat cheap food, but it had a somewhat pleasent feeling, leisurely enjoying the food in their hands.

While the two enjoyed their food Tet was honestly surprised at how the two had actually gone the past four days without deceiving one or the other. While surprised as Tet may be, he did not mind it considering he enjoyed the awkward, but enjoyable talks they had every now and again. At this point he could say they were more friendly rivals, than enemy rivals.

While the last four days may have been enjoyable, they processed no results and as such Tet decided it was time for a bit of change, while the two together may be an unstoppable pairing of intellect and wit, there still needed to be some brute force mixed into the equation just in case, if a problem were to ever arise requiring a bit of sheer fighting ability. Not only that, but, to Tet, it felt as if the tension was too high between the two, and who knew when they would turn on each other. With that Tet finished off his food and stood to his feet, looking off into the park.「Armarion, it was a good four days and I can honestly say I enjoyed them but I think it is time for us to part ways, but not forever. I can confidently say that if we cross paths again in the future I would not mind having a little chat or playing a game or two.」Tet gave a joking but friendly smile.「So before then be sure to not lose to anyone else, in wits or intellect.」Tet grabbed a hold of Armarion's free hand and shook it with a firm grip. He gave a slight nod before walking off and out of the park.

Once Tet left the park he decided that it was time for him to go into the town for a bit and do some searching/sightseeing seeing as he actually hasn't toured the town before he always, wanted to get a lay of the land of this town just in case. He went from place to place, visiting various types of stores, but there was one store in particular that caught his attention it was a classy clothing store, it wasn't the actual clothing that caught his attention per say although Tet was actually wearing the type right now. It was the two godly presences he could feel from inside the store. A quick glance through the window revealed to him one of the gods he sensed. Rather than a god it was a goddess, a goddess that went by The Lost Goddess, Kyra. The other god that he sensed was no where in sight but he knew this overwhelming presence from anywhere, as this god was someone very important in the heavens. This god was known the Heaven's Guard, Amos.

This was an honest surprise to Tet to think Kyra, and Amos were in the same place, legitimately together in the same area. Seeing as Tet was on the good looking side in his mortal form a few heads turned as he appraoched the clothing store, and from what he heard from whispers, this store was a rather expensive one.

Adjusting his clothing he walked in and at first pretended to be a customer but ever so slightly inched his way closer and closer to Kyra, until he was pretty much standing next to her. At first he wondered why she wasn't moving but as soon as he was close enough to see he was greeted by her sleeping face. The attendant didn't seem to care one bit, it was a sight to see. Seeing as he could smell a faint trace of alcohol from someone he pretty much guessed that the reason Kyra was on the floor was becasue she was heavily drunk.「Well that's one thing learned about Kyra, she can't hold her liquor too well.」

[Eyeris]

[Iratze]

Armarion.

She followed her her inner compass toward the location of Armarion.

She found Armarion with another god: Tetsuo The Wildcard. Her message, however, was for Armarion and Armarion alone. She watched and waited for The Armar to be alone.

'I should not be surprised', she thought 'Myself, Jack, Thallie, and Seatus have mysteriously converged, it is no wonder that other gods have too... This is an auspicious time.'

Tetsuo left, perhaps out of boredom, perhaps to further his own schemes.

It was then that Iratze The Rainbow decided to present herself to The Faceless One.

An aside on the irony of titles: The Faceless One, at this time, appeared to have a face, he seemed to any other eyes mortal man. The Rainbow, at this time, appeared to be only a girl with a bad dye job and too much free time.

She floated toward the god, and her tye-dye high-tops touched the earth softly as she landed. It was as if she were simply landing from a very long leap and not true flight. She looked much different today than her ancient self, or even her previous disguises. These days she looked like a human youth: Some type of scene kid or rave girl who adorned herself in bracelets and piercings that chimed together like bells as she moved.

“Armarion.” As she spoke she let some of her true voice, her goddess voice, be heard. ”Hail, The God of Knowledge. Son of the Sun and the Moon. I have sought and found you with a message. Your siblings and the seasons, Jack Frost, Ash Adair, Thalliana Dedoria, and Seatus all beseech you.” Iratze felt as though her tongue were putty, clumsy. She had not said the words, the formalities, in such a long time. She hoped that the God of Knowledge would not know her discomfort. Yet, it all came back to her. She was a natural. It is what she was made for.

“They ask that you meet with them, in the home of Jack Frost. They wish to work against Brontes. They wish to take back Amare and… ‘free Brontes's hold on his mind’... They worry for your youngest brother, and for whatever Brontes has planned. They ask that you come, and bring with you any other deities you have been in touch with...” Tetsuo, for instance. Iratze thought wondering what type of plan the two gods had mustered together already. She said nothing else, and bowed her head low to the god of knowledge, so low that her long rainbow hair touched the earth. "That is the message..."

[Dark Cloud]

"She who relays my words and heeds others back is the one my heart holds dearest!"

Text from one of Armarion's books

Armarion scowled as he heard what Iratze had to say he thought about who else he could bring and sadly he could only think of Tet who he had come to understand and respect as he did his brother Amos.

@Eyeris

"Thank you Iratze it is also pleasurably nice to see you once again!"

He stood up and walked over to a garbage can to throw his food wrappers and other assorted garbage away.

Armarion turned and looked at Iratze who looked very much like a troublemaking teenage girl in the form that she had taken yet he guessed that was just how she wanted to look so he just pushed those thoughts aside and spoke up.

"I will go get Tet if he is still here and we will go see what Jack has in mind, please follow me Iratze if your not busy of course!?"

He chuckled and looked at Iratze in a fond manner as if he were looking at a wife or a loved one because deep in his heart he knew that he loved her and that she was a beautiful Goddess that he had come to understand throughout the years.

He wondered if she would join him because he wanted her company but also he needed her there so she could direct them to Jack Frost's home.

[AsgardianLord19]

Seatus swam to the surface of the lake, near Jacks hideout. He peeked up only to see fire blazing, horrific creatures attacking and Onatar standing above them all. Seatus wouldn't watch as the dragon would terrorize them, he swam under to the bottom of the lake. He darted up out of the waters in the skies, he moved his arms making a pushing gesture to the monster army. The water began to rise dramatically, creating a massive flood.

A flash flood began to occur, heading right towards the monsters moving so fast it caught them off guard. By the time the monsters could've reacted, they were struck by the waters drowning them instantly the fires caused Onatar and his dragons were also put out. The monsters were dragged under, and pulled out to never be seen again. Seatus finished the flood and looked at Onatar.

Onatar was the only one left now. Seatus stared right into his dragon eyes, showing no fear. He jumped up high, enough and crashed himself right on Onatar. Seatus's push was so powerful both Gods went up in the air, flying across the earth at an intense speed. Both found themselves now above the ocean, Seatus had planned this to happen for he let go of Onatar letting himself crash into the ocean.

Seatus landed onto the bottom of the ocean, he stood up walking towards a black cave. He took out a horn, it wasn't a normal horn it was a weapon the deadliest one known to nature. Seatus placed the horn onto his lips letting out a mighty blow that sounded like the roar of a monster.

There was a moment of silence, but coming from the cave another roar was heard in response to the horn. Seatus turned around swimming back up to the surface, it would take a long time for the beast in the cave to emerge Seatus had to fight him for now. He breached up from the oceans, taking on his true colossal monster form. He let out a great roar before Onatar.

@ActRaiserTheReturned

[Eyeris]

[Iratze]

@Blackmist16

Iratze saw Armarion’s scowl just before she dipped her head to bow. His eyes full of storm clouds. She waited, then she was relieved to hear his voice greet her in a light pleasant tone. Thankfully he was not one to 'shoot the messenger'. She stood smiling. The storm in his eyes was gone, replaced by something else.

Iratze was perfectly oblivious to the way Armarion felt about her. He kept that secret too well.

Herself and Armarion had always been on friendly terms. Though she had carried many messages to and from the god of magic, she also spoke to him outside her work. She had always thought his interest in her derived from some hope she might unintentionally divulge information about the other gods and their business. Iratze liked listening to Armarion, she was always curious about what he might say... He knew so much, kept so many books… Yet, she never pried into his secrets. She imagined that if she ever did pry, Armarion would go all out rage mage and blast her to smithereens with magical missiles…

Yet, she did not fear the god. He could keep his secrets. Even to his own detriment...

“It has been a long time.” After the war the gods-on-earth drifted apart. They had less and less interest in speaking to one another, and therefore, less use for Iratze officially. Some kept in touch, but to others she was a reminder or days past and wished to avoid her, and more didn’t care either way. She drifted through the mortal world, running into the others from time to time.

“Of course I will.” She fell into step beside him, presumably, on their way to find Tetsuo. They left the park and began walking through the city. She noticed that peculiar expression on Armarions false face. It was... a glimmer in his eye. She had seen it there before but could not quite identify its meaning. Did he suspect she had her own secrets? Would she need to guard herself against the faceless god?

She had thought about Armarion in his absence from her life. She had thought about what she might say when she saw him again, but now that he was here the goddess felt herself floundering for words and blushing slightly with embarrassment. Then, finally...

“Are you still writing?” She asked in a bubbly voice. She had always liked to read his books. He didn’t let her read everything, of course, otherwise he would be a lousy god of secrets.

[Dark Cloud]

"I am a reclusive God, a faceless God amongst my peers yet one fair lady sees who I truly am and for that I love her"

One of Armarion's many pondering and a secret to all who look at it

@Eyeris

"I indeed still write!"

He snapped his fingers and a small booklet appeared in his hands it was embroidered in gold and the jacket or the cover was red.

"This is my personal journal I am writing a grand tale of my time here stuck earth!"

He spoke fondly and dreamily as he stared down at it his eyes showed little emotion except a glimmer of love.

Armarion looked back to Iratze who spoke in her bubbly voice which was one he had not heard before but he didn't ask why.

"I also use it to write down my ponderings and other things"

He looked at Iratze once again with another glimmer in his eyes and he smiled at her and he remembered about the times that they had shared in Heaven, he remembered that they had sat near his grand fireplace as he recited tales to her as she sat and listened.

A faint tear rolled down his cheek and he wiped it away and smiled at Iratzemhe didn't want her to think that he was too soft but he was feeling so sad and depressed lately because he hadn't been able to find his brothers which one he had recently lost and Amos was gone long ago.

He wished that he could divulge his love to Iratze but he feared her turning away from him but he wondered in his vast mind when he should ever tell her.

His eyes were a little clouded and they became clearer as he stopped his ponderings and then he looked at her once more with his false face and smiled happily then stopped with her in the street.

"I will tell you a secret if you will keep it to yourself!"

He said to Iratze as he pulled her aside off the street near the doorway of an open restaurant.

"Can I trust you Iratze I have known you for so long and I feel as though you must know one of my greatest of secrets that I have meant to share with you before long ago when we sat by each other as I told you many of my great stories"

He looked into her eyes searching her expression and then spoke up once more.

"I just need to know that I can trust you with this one secret that I have kept long from our brothers and sisters, now so tell me can I trust you?"

He said as he looked at her although he said it politely and made sure that he wasn't using a forceful voice or acting irrational.

[Eyeris]

[Iratze]

@Blackmist16
Thankfully, the other god had much to say, stories to tell of his time away.

With his magic he made a book appeared. It was beautifully crafted, red with gold embroidery. She giggled at the small miracle. She appreciated seeing even his smallest tricks. She knew well how much small things mattered.

You would not know it from looking at her bright appearance, from rainbow hair and shimmering accessories, but inside all the colors had dulled. She was one who had lost her power and her purpose. The small goddess felt even smaller as each year past. Even though the situation was dire and the stakes were high, being around the other deities, carrying messages, and here with Armarion about to hear him spin a fantastic tale… She felt a little brighter on the inside, more like herself.

”I don’t suppose you will let me read this one….” She stopped speaking, noticing the tear on his cheek. She suspected then, that like herself, his time trapped on earth had not been so easy.

Then he whisked her aside. She, even in her earth-bound form, would seem as light as air. He stood close to her now, her back pressed into the wall near a doorway. She was shocked by what she heard him say.

The god had told her many stories, but never had divluged his true secrets. ’What could be so important to him? Why would he tell me?’

”True, you have known me long. And I have known you just as long... I knew you from the day the Sun and Moon birthed you.” Iratze had been constructed before the Sun and Moon had their children. ”You were then, as you are now, such a mystery to me… Full of magic and mischief and…” she cut herself off, he was trying to stay calm but also seemed ready to implode if he kept his secret any longer. ”Of course you can trust me. I keep all your words close to my heart.” She touched her chest over the place her heart would have been if she had been human. She remembered each of his stories as diligently as she remembered any official message.

She was nervous, she had carried secrets before, but they were always meant to be released to another. Never had such a message been for… well… for Iratze. That thought alone made her shiver, made this moment... Special. How could she refuse him?

”I will keep this secret for you, Armarion.”

[Dark Cloud]

"I who love hath never felt love..."

Armarion's Journal

@Eyeris

Armarion smiled and thought what to say it took a little while then he knew how he should tell her his feelings.

"You are one close to me as my brother Amos has been before and I think now you should know something of which is close to my soul and spirit for you should know!"

Armarion spoke with feeling and emotion.

"I have spent much time with you Iratze and have grown fond of you and you maybe I presume have grown fond of me"

He paused pondering what he should say next to her then spoke up once again.

"Over the many eons that have past you have sat and listened to my stories enjoying them listening with wonder and joy over those years something changed inside me,"

He put his hand over his chest as he spoke about how he felt change.

"Iratze I have feared to tell you this over the many years of my existence for I thought and maybe at this moment I still think you might turn your back on me as Amare seems to have done"

He looked sad at that moment when he mentioned Amare who was like a son to him who was taken away and never to return he felt very sad because he wondered where Amos was and now he wondered where Amare was.

"Iratze I love you and you have always been close to me and have listened to me unlike many of my other brothers and sisters,"

He took her hand and looked into her eyes which were blissful and beautiful shimmering with light and life.

"You are the one I love Iratze and I have loved you ever since we all were cast out from the Heavens, I have just feared telling anyone this and I have feared that you will turn on me and never love me as I love you because my dearest two brothers seem to have done that to me!"

He held her hand and his eyes filled with shining tears as he looked at her, he had kept these tears back for a long time, he had cried every night in his study in Heaven when he was alone because he felt so much pressure on him because he was expected to do so much for everyone.

"That is my secret Iratze, it is my love to you!"

He smiled lopsidedly and a couple of tears ran down his cheeks as he awaited her reaction to what he had said.