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Amos was caught of guard. Already weakened he was no match for Seatus in his true form, when his fist hit him. He flew, like a brick straight into several trees, ripping them asunder.

He tried to stand once more but his knees buckled and he then began to laugh in a sick manner. "You cannot stop what has already happened, God of the Dying Sea. Iratze was smart, she chose to join me, then be a puppet to them. Perhaps you should do the same Seatus? Or do you want your domain to become even more polluted by the humans. Poor Seatus, once the master of an entire world, now a dog, reduced to nothing. Open your eyes, fool.

Amos finally stood up, he was in not shape to fight but he couldn't leave Iratze. The only thing he would have to do is use their hate and empower himself with that.

He spoke again to Seatus, "If you join me, at least you can be my dog. Yes, the mighty Seatus, grovelling at my feet. What do you think? He then readied himself for his retaliation.
If Amos could smile, he would be doing so. His voice, distorted and mad, spoke directly into her soul, "Awake. Become what you were always meant to be."

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.
After reading that post, I'm so giddy right now. Such beauty has happened. All of you are missing out.
Haha. I have succeeded then!
Billy fell in line with the others and got in the RV. He found his place, of course, shotgun and all. He got the full view of the road and his own lovely seat. He was glad everyone was there but there was also his sadness that he was holding back. Ugh, he pushed that from his mind and let the conversation of the RV fill his head. He looked behind to see his friends, each had found a seat thankfully. If there wasn't enough room, he would be more then willing to have a girl sit on his lap.

Before they had even gotten half way down the road, that stupid postman guy started to swerve in the RV's lane. Luckily, Billy didn't have to cuss him out as he quickly got back into his own lane. He didn't really like that guy.

Then they were at TJ's house. He liked to think that they were close once but time has a way of diluting things and she slowly pulled away. Not just from him, but from the others as well and the only thing Billy could do was watch and wait. He also wondered if they would stop anywhere else on this trip but chose to not pry and just go for the ride.

He looked at Riley, then to the house, saying "You did tell her we were coming right? Or did she just not answer, like usual?"
Attack sparks outrage - death toll is in.

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, "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.

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.

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, "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.

Amos stretched out his arm, waiting to see if Iratze would take his hand.
Okay, so there is like 6 spots open now, should we put out another interest?
No worries Lucas. I and I'm sure everyone else, completely understand. We are just glad to have you back. Now I'm sure you've noticed but we've lost the seasons and Etain and Winter05 are MIA. Other then that, things are going good, slow but good.
Oh gods, you have a plan?
Sure.
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