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

[Lord Zee]

Amos did not look at Armarion as he chastised him, instead he chose to take it silently. Was Armarion right? Perhaps, but Amos did not care. For untold centuries he slept, and his mind became slightly warped into believing that the only option, to get Heaven back, was that Brontes had to die or the things he cared about would be taken from him. Such thoughts drove him forward, so for now, he would wait and play there little game of peace.

He was going to say something, but without further objection, Iratze took them to Jack's house. Amos did not care about Jack, he was always one of those Gods that he saw no use for. Regardless of that fact, there they were, being greeted by the brother, Ash. Here was another God he did not particularly care for but knew that he was semi important.

Amos stepped forward and spoke, "Ashthelic, where is Jack? We have much to discuss and little time to waste."

[Dark Cloud]

"All for one and one for all my brother and my friend, what fun we have the times we share, brothers' til the end!"

Aramarion, The Faceless One

Armarion had waited for his brother to explode in anger at him yet before he could Seatus spoke up.

A smile crept across Armarions false face as he turned to the Sea God, Armarion had always thought Seatus an odd but understandable ally and a great combatant.

He hadn't the proper amount of time to speak to Seatus when they suddenly appeared in a room with none other than Ash Adair another rather annoying spirit of the seasons that Armarion took a slight disliking to.

Stepping toward the God he scowled and raised his eyebrows skeptically at Ash as if expecting the God to say something silly about the weather yet he hadn't said anything more then a warm yet odd welcome to Iratze.

His eyes narrowed and he flared his nostrils for a second, and tapped his belt against his jeans.

"Insolent little nature spirit!"

He thought to himself gritting his teeth and then straightened up into a proper posture and looked a little more friendly.

@WhiteStar19

He waited until his brother Amos had finished speaking to Ash.

"And salutations to you too Ash!"

Armarion said grumpily to Ash, then cleared his throat and spoke up once again to Ash.

"Pleasure to visit you again although I remember you were much younger and quite brash yet now you are a little older now but besides the unnecessary introductions and greetings shall we get on with our meeting?"

He directed this at Ash because although Armarion didn't like the Seasonal Gods he had a shred respect for Ash.

He looked the God over admiring his weapon and nodding his features becoming a little more relaxed as if he actually enjoyed coming here with his brothers and sisters.

He nodded a little more appreciatively than he had ever before when he had dealt with anyone he smiled at Ash seeing much improvement in the God.

"Quite a weapon you have there Ash,"

He nodded at Ash's scythe and smiled.

"I should one day visit you and tell you about the many secrets of the scythe and its long and quite interesting history!"

He said to Ash who he now realized probably was a more respectable God than his cold and weird relative was.

Armarion also realized that he would have to stop changing his likes and dislikes towards each of the gods yet he had a feeling that he should respect Ash and his ilk a little more.

[Eyeris]

[Iratze]

Iratze closed her eyes. They needed to be quick. The reply Amos gave was no surprise to her, yet, she quivered just a bit thinking of his deep anger. The battle that was to come between Amos and Brontes and all the others frightened her.

Then she moved them. All of them.

She and the others arrived inside Jack's house. She felt triumphant and dizzy. It was a trick she had not been able to accomplish after the fall. Iratze had the power to move between the worlds and take others with her at her will. She could also, in nearly the same way, slide across the same world and take others with her. Thus she was the speediest of gods and messengers. After the fall she could not move between the worlds or across them. Perhaps because Brontes had returned the rules were beginning to change...

She was too exhausted to think of it. She looked around those assembled. Was there anyone else she might fetch?

"Hold on... I'll be right back..."

She vanished from the room, moving across the world.

She appeared before the Two Faced God. Kalith Seian and Skouro Seian.

"Hey! Long time no see... I ah... Have a message... but I'm quite tired now... I think I'll just... Take you to the others..." Her breathing became heavy and labored. "... There's a big meeting I'll just... Take you there..."

Then they disappeared.

Reappearing in Jack's house with the others.

[color=magenta]"I think that's... All I can do right now... Whewh!" She sighed, exhausted from her efforts. If there were other gods to fetch she would need to rest first. And so, she spun about and fell onto a couch. Her thin limbs sprawled about her, her rainbow hair spilled over the edge and touched the floor. She let her head hang off the edge as well, and looked at the assembled up-side-down through lazy lilac eyes.

[heroofhyrule50]

We arrive home and sit down, rubbing our temples and throwing off our poncho. Then practically the second we actually sit down someone appears before us, it's Iratze. Then without much explanation we disappeared and then reappeared in a house full of gods. We look around and see some familiar faces.
I wonder why there's so many people here?
Well she did mention something about a big meeting
So that's what she meant, must be to do with his return
Yeah I guess
I think we should wait to see what they all seem to want, probably to work together or something
"Yeah, what a fucking drag"
"[/b]Skouro it's not a drag! You idiot![/b]"

(as i said in a post on the OOC if there's speech marks around the text, bold or italics, it means the speech has been said out loud. Remember Italics is Skouro and Bold is Kalith. Also they have slightly different pitches, Kalith has a slightly deeper voice)

[Lord Zee]

Amos waited patiently for an answer but one never came. He would have to take things in his own hands then.

"Enough waiting about, this idleness bores me. Let us begin these talks, with or without Jack and whoever else is in his company. You all know where I stand, I wish to kill Brontes and be done with it. For whatever reason he has locked us out, that is the only punishment suitable. However, killing death seems...unlikely, the next best thing would be imprisonment, after we force him to open the gates. I also believe it would be in our best interest to find out why he has locked us out, to help, clarify the situation." Amos declared as he paced back and forth between the Gods gathered.

What was interesting to note and something Amos had completely looked over, was that the message had not been Brontes' alone. Amare's name had been thrown into the fray. His youngest brother, that he thought of as a child, and rightly so. Amos had rarely done anything with him, as they were both busy, Amos with his protection and Amare with his bratty nature.

That was all in the past, but now Amare had been brought up again. Amos heard of what transpired between Amare and Brontes, but thought nothing of it but he should have. Amare was now a solution to getting back at Brontes and one he would gladly use, for his Heaven. Amos began to smirk, as he waited for what the others would say.

[NarcissisticPotato]

The Little Goddess

Despite the warning laced in her plead to the God of Play, Tet very happily carried her from the chaos of the clothes store. Like it or not, she would have to have a few words with Amos later about why it was a horrible idea to outwardly break human laws in public. Finally, they came to a stop near a massive looking oak which reached into the sky, dancing precariously in the wind. After pulling her hood up, the Queen of Darkness buried her hands in her coat pockets and attempted the impossible - to get warm.

Despite the calm buzz of the alcohol present in her system, she could feel it slowly dying as the darkness around her not only began to respond to her again but actively encouraged her forward, almost begging her to step past the looming shape of Tet. Something was attracting them and whatever it was, she didn't like it - darkness usually flocked to evil things.

Letting a thoughtful murmur escape from her throat, she stepped ever so slightly out of Tet's shadow and analysed the person she didn't initially notice. It was a woman and a God from the power she felt gravitating around the figure. Stunning didn't accurately describe her - she had the looks to drag any human, woman or man, into doing exactly what she wanted. Kyra didn't like this one a single bit so naturally, when the woman turned her gaze on the younger Goddess and fixed her with a sly smirk, Kyra felt completely at war with herself. One part of her tugged at the shadows, willing her mortal form forward, attempting to drag Kyra to the lady but another part of her wanted to fade into the shadows and hide away from that daring gaze. Yet despite her mixed feelings, the Queen of Darkness couldn't help but feel an odd tie towards the woman which was only cemented by the fact that she forgot she was holding her breath.

Finally, with a few last words towards Amos, the woman disappeared and in a bright spark of light, was suddenly replaced by two new figures. Of course, Kyra recognised both of them. Iratze was a neutral figure she didn't have much tidings with but she recognised Amarion instantly with a smile lighting up her features. She almost felt the girlish need to rush to him in an odd embrace but he seemed to completely pass her over and start into a conversation with Amos.

Frowning, her quivering chin lowered every so slightly before Kyra solidified it, stepping back behind Tet and fading into the shadows from which she was born. Of course, when Iratze brought them all to Jack's house, she was present, but her desire to socialise died with her feelings of family. Amos treated her eith some kindness. Tet probably just felt sorry for her and Amarion ignored her completely. Like it or not, the only one she felt a smidge of bonding with was that Ernestine woman which wasn't a pleasant feeling.

Still mostly shrouded in darkness, she stalked off to a quiet corner before sliding down and summoning her shadows - the only things that apparently liked staying around, judging by their excited greetings of hushed nothings. And so she waited, hidden by darkness with very little to say to the rest of them.

[Eyeris]

[iratze]

Iratze let her head hang upside down from the couch as she lay and gazed lazily between the many gods assembled. Amos began the discussion without Jack. That was much like the god of valor. She smiled, glad that he hadn't changed so much.

Kyra, perhaps still drunk, excused herself to an out of the way corner. Iratze didn't know that goddess so very well, she wondered if she would like some water...

She spoke so softly the others might not hear. "I wish that we had reunited under different circumstances... A celebration perhaps! Rather than under the duress of war..." A smile fluttered across her lips, wistful and fleeting. Iratze knew better than that. She had been closest to Amos in war. It was through this conflict that she had been reunited with with Amare. It was only because of this conflict that Armarion revealed his feelings for her. It was even the reason she was created. Conflict. That was part of their godly nature, perhaps...

She sat up. Her rainbow hair tumbling over her face in a messy fashion.

"I might be able to answer your question, Amos." She straightened her back but only a little: She was too weary to be as formal as she should have been toward the greater gods.

"When I spoke to Amare, your youngest brother, he said that... Brontes trapped us here to keep the mortals safe." Her brows knit together. "I... I am sorry, Amare didn't fully explain. I don't think I understand it myself. Amare only said that Brontes came to love the humans, and trapped us here to protect them from us."

She hesitated to comment further. She wondered why Brontes would not have locked them up with the mortals. Perhaps the scope of his power or his spell was limited.

Brontes had all the answers. Brontes was the only one who had not themselves to her. Brontes was the only she could not find.

She waited for the other gods to respond, or ask more questions.

[Lord Zee]

Any emotion on Amos' face, dispersed as quickly as it came as Iratze told him the cause. His voice was slightly shaken as he spoke,"Iratze...You are telling me, that humans are to blame? That Brontes was angry at us...no...you all, because humans were being abused?

His left eye twitched slightly, his voice becoming cold, "He trapped me here because he wanted them to be safe? I never even touched a human before this disgrace!

He moved away from the other gods, pain flashing across his face, he did not speak but thought to himself, 'I'm here because the humans need's outweighed our own...I'm here because...my family? They betrayed me...because...because...they had to mettle in their affairs?'

Amos shut his eyes and simply stood still, as his facial expression relaxed but his mind filled with betrayal and hate.

[Robo27]

Once Kyra popped up and out of his arms Tet leaned over a bit and took a quick breather, he had closed his eyes in that time and when he had come back up to a normal standing position the scenery around him had changed completely. It went from a large tree before him to being surrounded by gods of all kinds. Tet was taken aback for a moment before he pieced the puzzle together. Right away he noticed familiar faces, while yes he knew the gods before him he was not much of the buddy buddy type so he stood there in silence as a few of the gods began interacting with each other. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Kyra's figure, she seemed to have gone through a mood change in a matter of seconds. He first saw a smile light up on her face and then immediately a frown shown. He did a quick scan and from what he could tell the cause of the frown was Armarion, rather his lack of noticing Kyra was the source of it.

In that time Kyra stepped behind Tet and then into a corner, immediately going into what seemed a saddened state. Tet could tell this since she summoned up some shadows and immediately glued herself to the wall. He thought to himself for a brief moment before deciding on bothering Kyra, because he just couldn't shake the feeling of not wanting to leave her alone.

With his new found resolve, in bothering Kyra, he walked over to the corner in which Kyra was in and stood next to her small frame before leaning back into the wall.「Not much of a talker I see.」He didn't look over at Kyra, rather he was looking at the other gods that were socializing with one another he kept his eyes upon them as he opened his mouth again.「Well if it makes you feel any better I am in the same boat.」He slid down the wall until he was fully sitting down with his back still against the wall. He turned his head and his shoulder partially towards Kyra flashing a friendly smile.

[AsgardianLord19]

Seatus couldn't believe what he heard. He clenched his fists, tightening his teeth. He saw Brontes insulting him, he was The God of Seas.

"I only defended myself and my domain." Seatus was angered that he was seen as harmful. Seatus felt justified when bringing up tsunamis and The Leviathan. Back in the old days, Seatus would be angered by the humans if they'd harm his creations and domain. It was the greatest offense. ["The humans were the abusive ones, they hunted down my creations and would taint it. They had to be punished for defiance." He wanted to turn into his monster form and hunt him down, but he had to control himself. He was an older god, one of the first keeping his rage inside.

But Seatus thought to himself, when calming down. Seatus saw himself clean without blood on his hands. He wouldn't kill just one man or group that defied him but his entire city by tsunamis where innocents that respected and worshipped him died too. Brontes was right, Seatus could be abusive and dangerous at times.

[Eyeris]

[Iratze]

Iratze gazed over her fellow gods with concern. She rose from the couch, floating to Amos.

"Amos... I... I admit that I did not speak to Brontes himself. I spoke with Amare, and then only briefly. Amare is not the most... mature nor eloquent among us... They expressed a desire to speak further." She touched his shoulder gently, it reminded her of her time in the war with Amos.

"There is certainly more to learn about his motives? I mean... Why trap us with the humans in order to protect them from us? He also speaks of peace. He may have something he is willing to give us to make up for what was lost."

She then turned to Seatus. He was one of the gods of the earth. The look on his face reminded Iratze that this curse had effected the gods of earth as much as it had the gods cast out of Heaven. It had changed everything. It had changed the lives of the gods and the course of human history.

She thought about the humans then. Had they gained so much from Brontes curse? They built civilization, they lived, they struggled, sometimes they struggled so hard, and they died. Then they went to the underworld. If they wished to thank Brontes for the favor of his curse, only Brontes would know. For the gods nor even Iratze could reach the underworld to discern the truth.

Brontes had all the cards.

She frowned. "I do not mean to interject so... It is only that I have carried many messages throughout time and this one that I have brought to you all is sadly sparse and vague. I, of course, will bring back whatever message you wish. It might be an answer, but might also be a question? We could ask for a gift or a sign of good will?"

[NarcissisticPotato]

The Little Goddess

Snowy hair hid darkened eyes and in the chaos of the scene around her, Kyra lost herself to the whispers of the void. As if she had been plunged into the icy waters of time, the conversations around her faded, the voices of both siblings and counterparts drowned against the silent screams of nothingness. Darkness crept from her like a hungry beast, tearing the flesh of the light around it and for a brief moment, her form became whole before everything faded back to normality and Kyra simply had the appearance of having her eyes closed.

"Peace he speaks of? Peace!? Pathetic!" An old voice croaked, accompanied by a chorus of resounding, agreed murmurs. Kyra had become whole, a shadow bound together by the breath of the void. Her form seemed to shift in this realm, as if it always demanded perfection yet could never achieve it; shadows were intrinsically imperfect, after all. She was carelessly dangling from a cold throne, floating freely yet finding its place in the darkened rise of an endless chamber. Was this a memory?

Around her, climbing towards the ceiling yet never quite reaching her own height, were eight familiar beings. The humans had employed philosophers to accompany meaning with nothingness and they fell short for the nothingness was very much alive and these creatures were its heralds, the Eight Pillars. Kyra had only employed their usage after she had struck her mother and fled from the Heavens. They kept busy with her Godly duties - apparently, they had found great reason to support her after her rebellious act towards one of the greatest beings in existence. 

"For too long you've remained impartial to the goings-on of the others! You let that sister of yours ravage the Universe with her blinding light and forever you have hid at the side, too afraid to show them your true power!" The same voice quivered angrily, the exertion tiring the poor soul out before he returned to his seat. This time, the voices around her were less riled but they were still present - most were still conscious that she could end them with a thought; this was her realm. A growl rose in her throat, ethereal and all-powerful and in a single instant, the entire chamber silenced. When it was clear she had no words, the same creature spoke again but in a gentle tone. "My Lady, I warn you - they have use of you now but when they have their peace, when the gates of the Heavens have been reopened, they will cast you out once more and you will be alone for eternity. There is a void amongst the others; a gaping wound full of anger and hatred. Peace is a gentle lull to them but war will sate their lusts. The Gods are tedious beings but they learn and never again will they repeat this mistake so we must not allow them to learn. Rip the peace from their insignificant hands, ravage the bonds between them, make chaos your ally and you will find your home..." Her gaze slipped down, her deathly cold breath a gentle reminder of her presence. With a single nod, her defiant eyes rose and darkness crept upwards, consuming the scheming faces of her advisors and gifting her back into the room full of Gods.

Noise returned and as if she had only blinked, she opened her eyes to find Tet beside her, speaking in hushed tones before he turned to her with a quiet smile. Defiance glittered in her dark eyes and for a moment, she judged his potential, a sly grin dancing in her pupils. Turning away, she shook those betraying thoughts and turned back to him, her eyes returning to a gentle darkness. "I'm not really good with people... Or Gods... Or anything living in general, really." Her shrug was careless, so thoughtlessly Kyra-ish that she almost looked sheepish. "Thanks for all that back there. You know, you're a pretty good meat-shield when it comes to hiding things." Jokes weren't her forte and it was probably terrible to the God of Play but she accompanied it with a laugh nonetheless.

Maybe not all the Gods were so bad? Just the majority of them!

[Lord Zee]

"No..." Amos said angrily as he pushed the messenger God away.

Was it what Iratze said or something so dark and alien inside that shattered his mind? 4,000 years of an uneasy sleep can distort the body and when he began to sleep, he was already not in a good state. Reflection upon ones self, if done properly, can heal wounds but Amos did not dream properly. He simply looked into his memories of a greater time, instead of trying to move on, he became consumed by the past and wanted it back so badly.

This feeling he felt was not new. No, it was always there but this time, it devoured his divine soul.

Humanity was the cause of this...isolation. Humans, who thought themselves so significant, were the reason why he was stuck on their Earth. Amos fell to his knees, his hands touching the ground and a twisted expression came to his face. A single tear fell down his right cheek, before his blue eyes, turned blood red.

No one could of thought something that seemed so insignificant, could utterly change a god but it did. Amos had never hurt a human, had never bothered them, had never even interfered with them, before the Gods all fell to Earth. It was only expected that he would need an outlet after, so he did kill them but kicking him out because of what he didn't do? It was completely wrong by all accounts. To find out that it was the other gods fault's for this, was an irreversible error. The only purpose in his existence, was to protect Heaven and if he could no longer do that, then he would change his purpose.

The only thing he felt now was hatred. Hate for mortals, hate for Earth, hate for the gods and especially Brontes...

In a flash of bright light, he had transformed into his Godly form and it shined so brightly, so magnificent like before. All who looked at him, saw the God of Valor as he was.

Then came the change, his form dulling as dark red flames erupted from his body, consuming the light of the once God of Valor and wrapping him in a shroud of blood red. The explosion that followed revealed a new form, Amos was reborn, now as his true self, the God of Hatred.

God of Hatred

Mother and father would not approve of his status change. Their idea of balance, had always kept their children in line and even some of the older gods. Brontes made the unfortunate mistake of locking their children away from them and since they could not interfere, Amos was free to do as he pleased. Perhaps any god could change, if they tried hard enough but whether or not it was permanent was for them to decide. His whole entire existence was for Heaven and to learn of such a betrayal by his family, to have caused this to happen to him, was inconceivable.

Amos spoke then, his voice heavily distorted, teeming with bitterness, "This meeting is over. Do not get in my way, as I now see clearly, I will draw them out the only way I know."

With that said, still in his Godly form, Amos began to leave.

[Dark Cloud]

"What I would do for peace! Yet what would I do for my brother!

Armarion's journal

Everything that Armarion saw happening around him happened so quickly yet everything stopped when his brother Amos was transformed into a hellish fiend of a monster that now was begining to leave yet Armarion could not let his brother leave he stood and approached him his former human disguise buring away revealing Armarion's true form.

@Lord Zee

"Brother what in heavens name have you done to yourself just look at yourself!"

Armarion's voice sounded like an echoing rumble and the rush of the wind, yet it also had a hint of hurt and shock in it and he lifted his hand to his brothers shoulders.

"All you are is hatred now Amos have you no common-sense I thought you were a better man than this all you are now is an evil demon built of darkness and hate was that what you wanted or have you gone mad!"

His voice rose higher and became angry and bitter he shook with anger and became bitter himself yet he did not go through a change for he loved his brother so.

"What I would do to show you what you have done to yourself and everyone else Amos, especially me!"

He stepped back from his brother Amos and sat down his composure slumped and sad and he fell silent becoming dark and distant the only hints of his presence was his shadow and the rush of whispers in his wake.

[Robo27]

Between both Kyra and Tet there was a very brief moment of silence, but the time felt long and drawn out, for Tet that is. He was used to situations like that though as whenever or wherever, time always felt long and drawn out since he had been around for so long, but then again what god hasn't been around for an extended period of time. He waited patiently in those long drawn out seconds for Kyra to react in some way. It really was not long before Kyra's eyes opened up and brought her full attention to Tet. A small quiet smiled shown on her face, rather that was the first thing Tet took note.

Before anything was mouthed by Kyra she turned away for not even a second before turning back and facing Tet. It was then Kyra spoke a few words in a hushed tone. She paused, making a shrug like motion with her body before speaking to Tet again, this time making a joke towards Tet's usefulness...well that's what Tet took it as. Tet quietly listened, still showing a gentle smile towards Kyra, once she was done speaking Tet opened his mouth, talking in a hushed tone, since they had been doing so the whole time.「I guess we are one in the same then, I am not a people, or rather god, person myself. Wait maybe people person is right...? Ok regardless I am sure you get what I am trying to say here.」He let out a small laugh before continuing on.「Anyway no need to thank me, we were both in a rough situation so we compromised and made sure neither of us would have a felony charge you know. Same with the whole meat-shield business, I gain nothing from revealing stuff so anything is safe with me.」For someone that seemed so distant from everyone else Kyra, was pretty easy to talk to. At first Tet figured that he would have been shot down immediately by Kyra, but instead, to his pleasant surprise Kyra didn't outright ignore him and even made a joke with him.

[Lord Zee]

"Save me your sentiment Armarion. I have done nothing to myself but simply embrace the change that you have all caused! Amos turned back around to face those gathered in the room, his gaze unwavering.

He spoke and an aura of hate flowed from him, which would make those in the general vicinity fell angry, "I am not a MAN, none of us are! We are Gods, above them, they are like animals and need to be treated as such. You think you're so smart don't you, Armarion? Full of so much wisdom and knowledge but for all you know, you couldn't prevent this and that is why I blame you and everyone else."

As he finished he turned to leave once more, wings of fire started to burn from his back. He moved his head to look back saying, "Humanity will pay."

Amos then walked to the door, opening it and began to walk to the street.

[Eyeris]

[iratze]

Iratze gasped as she was pushed away by Amos. Hard. It was the first time the god of war had turned against his messenger...

He was done with negotiations.

She stumbled back into the wall, and she let herself be flung away until she hit the wall of the house. She wanted to get out of his way then. She was frightened, deeply frightened, as Amos transformed...

... Into the God of Hate.

Armarion tried to stand up to Amos, but Amos did not heed his brother.

Iratze winced. Her skin burned where Amos had touched her. She was particularly venerable to the children of the Sun and Moon. The Sun and Moon had designed her to bend to their will, and this part of her nature extended to their progeny. This, however, was the first time that one had actually turned against her.

She hastily covered her chest with her shirt, she did not want the others to see it. It would heal eventually, but much more slowly than a wound inflicted by a mortal or another god or creature.

She jumped to her feet, still holding her shirt to keep it from slipping down.

"W-What should we do?" Her eyes filled with tears. "Should I send for help?" Would the other gods try to stop him? Should she try to warn Brontes and Amare? Was Amos sincere in his rage? If he was, he would not need to go far in order to inflict his vengeance upon the humans... How could anyone stop the god of victory?

[Dark Cloud]

"My will is uheeded my wisdom is ignored my love is unneeded and my words are a rhythmless chord!

Armarion's journal

Anger had consumed his brother and that was the cause of the change, this was Armarions only conclusion to how the change had taken place it could happen to the best of the Gods and Goddesses even himself.

@Eyeris@Robo27@NarcissisticPotato@AsgardianLord19@heroofhyrule50

"There is nothing we can do for him!"

Armarion set his gaze upon Amos as he left, nobody would have known what he was thinking at the moment but he was contemplating joining his brother in his change because even he could turn into a melevolent being if he willed himself to.

But he would never allow his brothers and sisters to think him an evil God because he himself would never allow the change.

"We will worry about him later for we have more troubling matters at hand and I care not for side coversation no more we must decide now what we must do about Brontes!"

Armarion's voice rose and became very loud so everyone heard him because he was angry and upset.

"Listen here and listen now I plan to go to Brontes and deal with him in the most cunning and least violent ways as possible because we need'nt a war between us now I am tired of our hate and our bitter rivalry, now my plan is to capture Amare from Brontes grasp and hold him hostage so I may draw Brontes to me and then catch him by suprise!"

He paused switching his minds eyes from side to side, Armarion also was hiding somthing from the other Gods and Goddesses that he would then after sucessfully get Amare back then he would talk to his younger brother so he himself could unerstand why the others did not like Brontes but also Armarion wanted to know why his brother loved the God of Death.

"So, who will follow my steps and show that they are worthy to defend the cause of the Gods and Goddesses, and to make the universe a better place!"

He stood and gazed upon everyone waiting for their answers.

[Eyeris]

[iratze]

Iratze was the first to stand after Armarion spoke. Her hair and her irises glimmered slightly, hinting at her true nature without transforming completely.

She bit her lip. She knew that Armarion, whom secretly loved her and whom she secretly loved, would not like what she had to say next. In fact, she was quite certain that he might not love her at all after this, or after awhile... Their love was an impossible affliction.

She could never be on his side.

She bent at the waist, giving the assembled gods and goddesses a low gracious bow. Her chest touched her thighs and her long glimmering hair spilled onto the floor. Her face was hidden well behind the rainbow veil.

"Armarion, and all you worthy gods and goddesses. Even if you do not know me well, you know well my nature. I can not take a side in this battle, nor any other. I am the messenger for every god."

"You, children of the Sun and Moon, your parents created me. Alas, Armare is also the child of my creators. I can no more stand against him than I can against you, Armarion."

"Nor can I stand against the gods and godesses of the earth. For the Sun and Moon made me not only for themselves and their kin, but to be used by all. I was made in hopes that even in the worst strife and most violent clashing of swords there would always be a way, a place, for words..."

"So, Use me to carry your messages as you will. My blessed pen and parchment will keep your secretes even from me if this is a fear of yours. I promise that I will not stand in the way of your plans, but nor can I stand in the way of theirs."

She didn't look up, but became very aware of the door through which Amos had just left. She glanced just for a moment, an unspoken indication to the others that she could not even stand against the maddened Amos. No matter what horrific things he was about to inflict on the mortals. He was a favored child of the Sun and Moon, his hand print still burned on her chest. Should he call upon her for service, she would need to heed him.

She looked back to the floor, she was afraid to look them in the eye, especially Armarion.

'This is when he will begin to see the truth, and love me a little less... and less.. and less... one little bit at a time until I am the nothing to him, as I should be.' She had seen mortal love fall apart in just this way many times over the eons. It broke her heart to think that such a thing would happen to her now.

She kept her eyes fixed upon the carpet, waiting for the others to answer Armarion.

[Lord Zee]

Amos had left the house, walking into the street he flew into the air, this place would not do. He went downtown, to a park in a heavily populated part of town. Though Amos was in his true form, it had become dull so that the humans would know what they were facing. So that their minds would not be burnt out in an instant, no, they deserved more then that.

There were humans around, sitting, laughing and enjoying themselves, unaware of the pain they had caused to a being higher then themselves. Amos descended onto a sidewalk, cars went by slowly, some hitting each other. Horns blared and then went silent as they saw him, the humans not in cars became quiet. Silence filled the area and it was a response that Amos liked greatly and it would have worked a thousand years ago but not in this day. Phones were whipped out of all places and their cameras flashed rapidly as pictures were being taken, some even were recording him. The silence became broken by this and the talking that followed by the humans. What was it? Isn't that from that movie man? It looks so real!

A minority had fled seeing him, while a majority had decided to stay and take "selfies" with Amos, who loomed above them. Inside, Amos sighed, no more would this happen. He spoke to them, his distorted voice echoed about them, "I am Amos, newly born God of Hatred and you humans will now know my wrath..."

Slowly fire wrapped around his body, to the amazement of the crowd but then it exploded, turning those close to him, into ash statues. Next came the screaming and confusion, which had plagued battlefields since time began. This however, was more akin to slaughter. He warped in and out of existence killing humans left and right with his sword. Amos then picked up a car and threw it a building, a small explosion occurred as fire started to spread. Any part of his old self, had truly died that day as he reveled in the chaos he had created.

In the distance, sirens could be heard.