He turned around to see them embrace each other and something snapped. The knowledge that Armarion forced upon him, hit him like an almighty wave. His voice broke and like a child he cried out,"N-No!" The fire from his body then began to dull down and he fell to his knees with a loud thud, with his hands clutched at the sides of his head. It looked like he could have been screaming but no sounds or expression could be seen.
The images were imprinted on his mind, with darker thoughts then he could have ever imagined. Something was happening that not even Iratze or Armarion could have predicted or himself for that matter. Amos was being forced to see the error of his ways because deep down, Valor still lived and it was asserting itself in this moment of weakness.
Armarion's words were true, the knowledge that he had given could warp even the strongest Gods and Goddesses but he was no longer as strong as he had been. He was weak. His mind had became corrupted when he had turned to hatred, and now those pieces were becoming engrossed with what he had just learned.
Amos had become a prisoner in his own mind.
As his body sat motionless, his mental activities were off the charts. Was he now like the elder gods? Would he become nothing more than a monster in the end? With no coherent thought but that of madness? Would he become trapped like them? So far below in the ground that he would never see... sunlight... the sun? The sun had always loved him but what had hurt the most was the denial, even more then his younger siblings. The knowledge he had been given shed light on this, their mother had power over the emotion spectrum and she had simply turned it off? He was his mother's son after all, is that why he felt empathy? He had come to an understanding that he could only feel hatred..
An image flashed again in his head, before him outstretched a star filled night, yet he was there among them. Off to his left stood Valor and off to his right stood Hatred.
"What is this?" his voice spoke, yet he did not know why it sounded so.. alien.
Valor spoke, his voice was like an old friend, A place inside that thick skull of yours. Do you not know your own brain? For four thousand years you slept and reflected, when you could have been doing so much more. What was it, the thought of not having heaven or living amongst the humans that drove you to this insanity?
Hatred rolled his eyes, and spoke in the voice he knew, Insanity? No, this is his reality, like it or not. I am what you are now, a hatred filled monster and it is beautiful, don't you think? You were right to change, it allowed you to become what you really felt like inside. Do not listen to Valor, he died remember?
"Why am I here then?" he questioned them.
Valor cleared his throat and began, You are here because of the knowledge that your now corrupted brother gave you. So pervasive is it not? Perhaps you had thought that it wouldn't be of consequence but, deep down I am still here and now, I speak to you because you can still come around from this mistake, Amos. You must not blame the humans for what they had no control over, don't you see that? Brontes had no right to kick you out but at the same time, he loves them. Perhaps the only thing he ever wanted, was for you to grow a heart and learn to love them like he did.
Bah. The humans were always the problem! They lived on as you suffered, like all of you suffered and where was Brontes to explain the situation? He was gone, Amos. Now he returns and for what you might ask, well I say revenge. Show him that you will not yield to his power, destroy him and retake heaven, the only place you love. The choice, is only yours to make. As Hatred finished this he held out his hand.
Amos became mortified, oh by the Gods, he had killed innocents. A wave of depression washed over him, he truly was a monster, as every face that he murdered flashed before him. This happened slowly and but he could still hear his aspects voices outside.
Amos, ask yourself this, will it be worth it in the end? Is heaven that important to you, that genocide is the answer on a race that are your siblings? Don't make the same mistake that the Elder Gods did, or you will only follow them down the path to a cold nothingness. All you have to do is open your eyes Amos, open yourself up and perhaps you will even learn to love them, to love others. Valor's cool voice washed over him as he placed his hand outwards.
His voice broke as cried out, "What have I become? I was noble once, so full of pride but it got me no where in the end. I freed Iratze, no, I corrupted her and in turn, we both made Armarion fall. I was a fool for disregarding my family, heaven was fine with or without me. It was only an excuse so that I wouldn't have to be reminded of my failure as a brother. For that, I can never be forgiven but perhaps, I can change." He looked at Valor, their eyes locked, "No, it won't be worth it."
Hatred screamed defiantly one last time, DON'T LISTEN TO HIM! DON'T DO THIS. GET YOUR REVENGE, TAKE MY HAND!"
He stepped forward, and then a white flash filled his eyes before he saw the horror that he had committed on the city. The fire was engulfing everything that it touched and who was to blame but him?
Amos looked back at Iratze and Armarion, his eyes were glowing golden. He stood up, taller then before and then a lightening rained down upon him. It only took a minute for the cocoon to shape him again and what emerged from the burning remains of hate, but Valor himself. Reborn and renewed, Amos was ready to put right to what he had wronged.
He whispered to them, "I'm so sorry.."
