[i][u][b]Attack sparks outrage - death toll is in.[/b][/u][/i]

The news study was bustling with information, the Anchormen were in complete disarray. A deep sadness filled the very air. Then one of the Anchorman spoke, his tone was very cold, "We have footage of tonight's attack, warning this is not suitable for audiences under the age of thirteen."

This new footage shows Amos, warping in and out, he was everywhere yet no where. Cars were over turned and the destruction was everywhere in his wake. Thankfully, it did not show any one being killed.

The other news anchorman, a young man spoke, his voice quivering, "Death estimates are around 356, with an untold amount of property damage, because of these facts, the army is en route and the city is in lock down. As always, we shall keep you posted."

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As the messenger spoke, Amos listened to her crafted words. He had always known how gifted she was in her trade but each time she wove her words, everything seemed to fall into place. He also noticed the sadness that filled her every word, whether it was because of him or the humans, he could not figure out. He began to realize that she could never truly harm him, as her powers were locked away within herself, so he lowered Cerbanis. 

His gravelly voice spoke, [color=darkred]"Did you know Iratze, my new powers allow me to control the very emotion that is hate? I could easily induce you to this but I will not, for old times sake. Just know, that before I killed the humans, I made them hate themselves. I chose to let them realize how insignificant they were, then to go quietly into his domain. Then it dawned on me, as I became more aware of my new self, my powers grow and I've come to the conclusion that I can create. I can infest something and turn them into constructs of hatred.[/color] 

Amos then turned from Iratze, to look at a pile of rubble, which he then walked to and placed his hand upon. A red aura snaked out of his hand and into the stone. It moved, twisted, groaned and something new was born from the nothing. 
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He walked back to Iratze as his new creature shuffled behind him, standing as high as a human. He stopped uncomfortably close to her, arms distance away, he looked down upon the frail goddess.

His voice was an intoxicating whisper now,[color=darkred] "Before you speak again, know that I also know you Iratze. I know that you you couldn't possibly be content here, with so much of your power gone from you. What is it like, to be a fraction of what you once were I wonder. It is wrong, look what Brontes has done to you. I offer you this chance, join me, change as I have done and we can find Brontes and end this once and for all. It is only up to you now. [/color]

Amos stretched out his arm, waiting to see if Iratze would take his hand.