It took Amos eons to master his powers, to become a divine instrument of Heaven who was a force to be reckoned with. Not an hour ago, all that was ripped away from him and this new body was very much in its infancy. Time would tell how long it would take him to become accustomed to his new fate. 

He was aware of Iratze as she arrived, though he did not see her as a threat. He stopped, slowly turning around to face her, his eyes penetrating her soul. His body was covered in fresh scars, some of them looked very bad but he showed no sign of pain. 


His voice took on strange tone as he spoke, [color=darkred]"Do you remember the War of Prime? The conflict that spanned a decade against those...Pantheon Gods. Near the end, it was more of a slaughter, their troops kept coming over and over again to no avail. You had came to the front line with a message for me, some unimportant plea to stop from the others. But instead I told you something, "Iratze, never tell anyone this but sometimes, Genocide is the only answer to a problem." I still stand by that Iratze.[/color] 

He shifted his weight to his left leg, speaking again to her,[color=darkred]"Do you feel hatred towards me? I have killed countless humans, so precious but so fragile. Some died screaming, others simply looked at me with a startled expression before they joined the void. So tell me Iratze, what does the messenger have for the monster?[/color]