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, [color=darkred]"I am Amos, newly born God of Hatred and you humans will now know my wrath..."[/color] 

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.