If Amos could smile, he would be doing so. His voice, distorted and mad, spoke directly into her soul, [color=darkred]"Awake. Become what you were always meant to be."[/color] 

His entire body started to glow a deep red, while his grasp on Iratze tightened. His entire aura was revealing itself, clouding the area with so much hate and malice that it would have warped the minds of any mortal being in proximity. Amos infected Iratze with his hate and it flowed through himself and into her. With this power came knowledge of combat and dark powers beyond her wildest dreams. Amos was a mighty god, but this experience would leave him incredibly drained and vulnerable. 

The hum of the energy being released reached its epitome, any god would be able to hear it while it lasted. Then they exploded apart, Amos fell backwards and into a wall, the humming died down slowly, a cloud of ash had risen. Amos tingled quite strangely, never had anything like this happened, at least not to his knowledge. It was intoxicating, the mere though of having someone on his side and not against him. Here he had Iratze, hurt as he, and she truly made the perfect candidate.

From where he sat, wedged into the building, not able to really move he could see now. The ash cloud was dissipating and where Iratze had stood, there was a cocoon. Crystalline and dark red, with a slight hint of neon colors. Not unlike his own that he had emerged from, minus the neon of course. It hummed ever so slightly and he couldn't help but feel protective of it. 

The others would be here soon he thought, they would be so shocked to realize another one of them had fallen. Perhaps it would make them realize that what he was doing wasn't all that bad. Anything to get back at Brontes was deemed necessary. If anything, like Amos, they had pushed Iratze over the edge but unlike him, she wouldn't be alone.

Amos tried to stand up, but found himself unable, his power was drained but he could already feel it coming back. His golem was still there, so he did the only thing that came natural and stripped it of its power. It crumbled back into its rock and stone, while he finally felt strong enough to stand. He called Cerbanis over and leaned upon it, while watching and waiting to see what would emerge from the cocoon.