The boy continued to run and run- as far and fast as he could- to the outskirts of the city. Making sure they would end up in a place far away from the humans. As he ran, he thought of Amos's words, yes, he had hurt these wonderful creatures. But unlike Amos, he felt something so very important- so very vital- and that was remorse. Something he was sure that Amos could never feel in this state. If he could even call this thing Amos...He may have never liked his 'brother' who only talked through brawl and acts of violence- but Amare knew he had never been this bad. Perhaps Amare was somewhat to blame for this...and maybe Brontes too...But even so, it wasn't an excuse for murder. Amare knew better now- there was nothing more ugly on this earth than to kill.
Which is why he led Amos down the alley way.
It was then that the little boy turned around to face Amos, but he was not alone. Behind him were an assortment of hell beasts, all of which had been known to be under Brontes control.
"Death? My Lonely God doesn't need to save me. He's already given me a present to protect myself! And isn't it a lovely present? I have all these hell beasts at my side to help! And to give you the fight you want. After all, where's the valor in fighting little old me?" Amare giggled as he hugged his teddy bear and twirled around. Oh the wonders of having a book to summon the literal demons of hell. Brontes did always give Amare the very best of presents...
In an instant, Amare turned to his true form and flew above Amos and the hell beasts, up into the sky. "You know what Amos? Your right- I have hurt these creatures too. But unlike you, I am ashamed of my actions. For a bunch of Gods, we really should have gotten off our high horse when we had the chance. Instead of Brontes having to make us fall. We treated them poorly and we have been punished for it. I learnt from my mistakes but you clearly have not. And now, you must pay the price."
With those words, the beasts charged at Amos, there was nothing but a look of pure violence in their eyes. As they began to wage war on the Hateful God, Amare watched on. But only for a moment, as he really knew better than to stick around. Amare wasn't a stupid boy, for all his emotions- he knew Amos was baiting him.
So, he flew off into the sky and retraced Amos's steps. Not that they were that hard to trace. After all, Amos did leave a trail of carnage behind him. So his search didn't take as nearly as long as it could have. No, after going by foot and turning back into his human form, he saw most of them through a window. With a smile he then brought out his gun again and fired into the building, but this time purposefully missing everyone. He didn't want a fight, just their attention.
"Hello Big Brother! Iratze! And Friends!" He said with a bright giggle and a smile "I just thought you'd like to know that Amos is on the edge of town, fighting creatures from the depths of hell and you'd like to...oh I don't know...do something about it. Because he's been a bad boy! A very bad boy!" Amare pouted "He's been killing all the poor little humans. And I don't like that. So you should do something about it, Big Brother! Or Brontes will try to kill him! And we'd both know right now, Brontes has all the cards- he will win that fight. So I suggest you save your pathetic brother before it's too late." No sooner did he say that, Amare turned back into his God form flew off again. He couldn't afford to stay too long around a bunch of people who want him dead, after all.
