(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?

[color=silver]"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."[/color] She murmured softly, eyeing up his brandy - Kyra wasn't very picky and she did quite like the taste of human alcohol. [color=silver]"Even still, could you truly call yourself valorous for overpowering a little minor Goddess?"[/color] 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. [color=silver]"I don't see how you can't like this..."[/color] 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. [color=silver]"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?"[/color] Lifting her fingers, Kyra slowly counted out the years, frowning at her dainty digits. [color=silver]"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?"[/color] Shrugging, she once again eyed up the other members of the bar before picking out a particularly tall man.

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

"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. [color=silver]"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![/color]