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Amos took her hands and Iratze closed her eyes.

Amos came close to her, he was closer to her now than anyone had ever been before...

Iratze was [i]enveloped [/i]by the hatred of Amos. So palpable was his power that it became a shell around her, a cocoon, an egg for her to be reborn from within.

Iratze was swallowed whole by his hatred. She thought she was going to die. 

As an immortal this thought had never occurred to her. [i]Ending.[/i] She knew that the Sun and the Moon or Brontes could bring about her demise, but, they needed her services so she had no need to fear such an end. Until now... Now the possibility was real. Amos had become something so powerful he could negate what his parents had created, he could end Iratze, and for a moment, she was quite certain that he had. 

She was surprised to find relief in that thought. [color=bc8dbf][i]'No more will I have to carry the burden of others'[/i][/color] And she knew only darkness for a long long time.

Then a second thought. [color=8882be]'[i]Pitiful. That you should rather die than be who you are. How is it that you, an eternal being, should feel such relief in thy demise? How is it that you, the bright and diverse rainbow, should have such little self worth?'[/i][/color]

[color=bc8dbf]'It is because I was created thusly. To serve others, and never myself.'[/color]

[color=8493ca]'Who would create such a being? Why give you a heart if it should never be filled? Even the humans are given more than this.'[/color]
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'My creators they only meant to bridge the gap between worlds.' Iratze explained to this other-inner-voice.[/color]
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'And now? Now that there is no bridge and no where to go?'[/color]

[color=a187be]'They have abandoned me...'[/color] She admitted. [color=a187be]'... I have been alone for so long. They have forgotten the great favors and great feats I performed for them in the old days. As I became useless so did I become... abandoned...'[/color]

That other-inner voice ceased to argue with her, in fact, she realized that it was her own voice. 

[color=630460]"The might Sun and Moon who created me. I am older than all their children. I used to think of them as parents... That is, unlit I watched them bear their own children. How quickly did I realize that they held no love for me at all. Though I was among the fist of their sentient creations, I was given less consideration than the humans. The humans have small lives and large sins, surely I whom have never turned against them and have always been loyal deserve more love than them? No... I am below the humans in their glinting eyes... I was never their child only their tool. Where are the mighty ones now? They wink at us from high above, but how is it that they have no power to relieve us of our curse? They simply watch us and laugh... I hate them both. I spite my creators the Sun and the Moon! I spite all that they have created, all their children and all the men and women they have set upon the earth! They will known my wrath." 
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Iratze changed.

[color=9e005d]"Brontes. He who should understand most has shown me the least favor. I have known Brontes longer than all the rest, for I was there before he even knew the young Amare. He was kinder than the Sun and Moon in some ways, acknowledged me in a way they never did... But only in the saftey of his underworld. I thought I'd always be welcomed in that underworld. I thought I might even feel safe in his underworld... Yet, I was cast out like all the rest. When he returned to earth in these past few days, when I needed answers the most, when I needed him the most, he only has time for his beloved Amare. He protects Amare and leaves Iratze to the wolves and the fates. He holds Amare close and leaves Iratze alone... More alone than ever. I hate him. I hate every soul he dare harbor in his underworld. He shall know my wrath!"[/color]

Iratze transformed.

The black stone she was enveloped within began to crack. Like an obsidian egg, the stone began to flake away as she emerged...

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Her wings unfurled and her eyes opened. Her skin was ashy and dark, her hair spilled over her bare body in ragged waves. She still had her rainbow aspect, but, instead of bright glitter she glowed with darkness, like a blacklight or ember. She was taller, curvier, and... and... [i]powerfull...[/i]

She had never felt [i]power[/i] such as this before. Her old self had power, true, to pass between worlds was a power few gods possessed. Yet, that power was for the purpose of service. [i]Now[/i] she had power, as well as the ability to wield it for herself. 

[color=9e0039]"Amos."[/color] She was staring at her own hands. [color=9e0039]"Amos it worked... You have changed me... You have [i]freed[/i] me..."[/color]

She looked up, and saw Seatus and Amos.... Rage flared within her. 

There was a flash of color and darkness, Iratze was quicker than ever, and stood by Amos in an instant. She wrapped her wings around him, they were huge long and spindly things now, to shield him from whatever attack might come next. 

[color=9e0039]"Stand down Seatus." [/color]She stared at him intently, curiously, angrily. [color=9e0039]"You are so quick to judge, you think you can absolve your [i]own[/i] sins by taking down Amos? That is not how justice works... There is no justice..."[/color]

Her eyes blazed, she felt like she would boil over with emotion, she gripped the shoulders of Amos. She wondered if her emotion and hatred might fuel him as well... 

[color=9e0039]"You are not a child of the Sun nor Moon. There is little reason for you to take their side against us or Brontes. The Sun and Moon created the humans, Brontes harbors them after death. Seatus, you are stuck in the middle of their struggle. The humans [i]poison[/i] your ever shrinking kingdom. This is how the Sun and Moon encroach on your domain. They dare to pull at your tides and enjoy the bounty of your waters while you and yours suffer at their expense... They send you a kind letter of thanks on the back of their meek messenger to convince you to forget their crimes against you... Foolish... Now I am free of their hold upon me and I am free to tell you the truth. You were kind to me when I was meek, so, I shall tell you the truth now... My creators never respected your domain and they never will. Their children will never see you as an equal god, they will treat you as one [i]under [/i] those from Heaven, and what Brontes thinks is worse... They and their children deserve only your hate. Listen to Amos. Join us. Hate those that deserve it and dole out your vengeance in triple the measure!"[/color]