[center]"Ah, the so-called army led by Armarion and his goons, thinking that I was some sort of monster needing to be taught a lesson. Honestly, they could find death everywhere. Anyway, enough about him, mortals are worth it, aren't they? A ton of mistakes but still..."

Now Amare's face looks painful "I get it now, why you used to get so upest when I..." Amare's voice wavers a little "killed them." I can't help but sigh "I'm...glad I do but at the same time I...wish I didn't."

"Don't you worry about that, I send all of them back to Earth you know, all those killed by our kind. Some of them as sharks, others as lions. A few, really bad ones, as amoebas. Amare, what you did made you who you are today, good and bad. So, I wouldn't change a thing if I were you."

"I-I know" he says, looking down at his hot chocolate. [ib]"It's just...I...I...fell in love."[/ib]

Brontes almost saw the plains of the Underdark call to him as he choked when he heard Amare's revelation. "You what?! A mortal? No... Who is it?"

"He was mortal." I say with a sad smile "It was many years ago now...it ruined me entirely- you know. If it weren't for Emily I would have never of...it doesn't matter now." I sigh before looking back up at him "Do you know why the Gods were never suppose to understand Humans?" 

Brontes's face darkened as he heard his words. He was half certain of what he would say, of the bitterness in his voice, bitterness only loss can cause.

"Because..." Amare swallows "Because if we did, we learn two of the most terrible and wonderful gifts Humanity has to offer- Love and kindess. For mortals, that is a beautiful gift, but for us...it can truly kill us. We're immortal, Brontes. If we could not stand pain and suffering- it would be agony. If we knew how they felt, we would become fearful of ever being Gods to them- because we would love them too much. Just like I do now. I've become too kind, Brontes. I understand what you've known for the longest time.

How do you cope?"

"You let it kill you. You let yourself love them, their hate, their love, their quirks and their terribly short lives. But to be honest, I don't know whats the next step. I've loved them but I've never been loved in return Amare for I am death, their destroyer. I've known kindness but love? Not, never tried that. You know what?"

Brontes stood up, excited for the first time in centuries.

"Once we're done with the whole 'I locked the Gods out of their realm' stuff, we're gonna find me a bride!"

"What?!" Amare stares at him, obviously confused.

"Amare..." Brontes whispered, puzzled.

Amare now stands up, glaring at him before saying in a surprisingly dark tone "What ever gave you the idea that I'd ever share you anyone else?! Have you forgotten everything about me?! No one loves you? Oh please! Get a grip why don't you?! In fact get over yourself! Ha, no one loves you.

I love you, you damn idiot!"[/center]