"This is a declaration of war! How dare you release such monsters upon us in a place you claimed to be secure! You all low class pests were never as fine as us!" The surviving Clothus of the court snarls over all around them. Soon slaying all in their way to exit this place. Plenty of demons, angels and hidden butchered by the clothus. The weave of their breaking of laws had brought the law of bacteria in a place sterile of afterlife. So even those barely injured or near the killing was infected and spreads such biological warfare. But this was the excuse they wanted to do what they had planned all along. The bacteria colony used was planned and grown. They don't fool me.
"Idiots." She flaps her hand. She then shadow shuffles her inventory and has a spray bottle. She started cleaning those nearest to her. Wipes their hands and gentle of cuts and faces. King Shock all stiff and complies with her nonsense. His crown told him she was saving them. She posed unsure with Curiosity, since he has immunity already. She still faceless, he took her mask.
"What?" He hissed and she draws a long sigh in her natural voice. She puts the spray away and instead swaps it with a bucket. She dumps it over him. She stares as the taint dropped off and became pearls at the floor. She wafted the wolves to collect those for her. They comply. She stares of Curiosity deeply again, slowly was putting the bucket away. He went to grapple her and she tipped it over him again. Spashing him to the point he was choking. She tilts bucket away back with letting him breath. He was had soon been coughed so hard, he was on his knees retching. She posed omens to stop approaching him. Curiosity was finally OK, weakened at standing up again.
"I bet you don't feel so bad now." She puts that bucket away. She lowered at collecting her mask back, taking three while to click it back in place. It's like watching someone putting a contact lens in their eye, small adjustments that aren't helping themselves.
"You have a massive bleed around your front." The crown of Shock creature posed at her.
"Its fine." She wafted left hand without looking at them. She flexed her neck in finish. Hand pose to hide her mouth adjustment, as her jaw clicked out on the left.
"Miss Trixie Trickster, it would be of great use to have you take as my second body." The Ender title clouded around her shoulder, snake licking her ear.
"Careful, you will make Loki jealous." She peels the manifest shape off her shoulder to hold it at her hands, "That moo bird reptile hasn't attacked me yet."
"Sorry, what?" It coils her holding hands with eyeing her deeply while it asked.
"Loki as deaths vessel has been in my tome. His aiding my death." Philip lifted with drips of liquid beading off. He was sprayed by the bucket water that drowned Curiosity. Daniel is back as trying to protect this mask of his prince, "The clothus had broken my death realms. I needed an expert that can cross." She shurgs of this, as it that doesn't matter.
She steps to shadows to blend as a hidden. She rides the enders title darkness, finding herself in Curiosity's inventory. She dares not in touching his items and eased with spying in shadow. The news spreads fast of the clothus declaration, putting all races into war effort modes. Demons and angels in full armoured kits and weapons not hidden. Angels not wearing it as fashion but in full plate and making defence.
The only ones not aware are humans, mostly unaffected for now. The Mages however geared preparing for abnormalities. As it is the fights between afterlife folks that cause excessive magic wavelengths and gate crossings to realms. Once gates are opened, local environmental changes become hostile. Animals become twisted monsters and the once hidden are solidified forms. Gates in rural areas become the most dangerous as left undetected to long means the spread of danger. Undertakers take steps along side the mages, united to protecting the living realms distortion. As the worse they living folks are, the cascade of god influences and wane of afterlife realms. The loose of whole worlds because a gate torn a whole in the soul density balances.
Clothus had been planning things a long time; small schemes had be set and now the failure of sigil. Sigils crystal crashing at a critical time of war. It is to prevent information and prevent mercenary hire. Merchants are having to physically travel locations to exchange their goods then use the sigil panel, slowing resupply issues. The clothus hit all the critical cog features of this universe. Well, if this universe relied on these things as others had.
Strangely the crystal sigil panel is just an Internet browser; not used in any advanced fancy ways. Hunters tend to rely on local order then the automated system. Humans, even not just the mages, aren't clueless. Hidden populations of cultures had things in place of such strange things. Human urban myths were generally shrugged with acceptance.
"Well now that I have relaxed myself, I can't move." She groans, holding herself in feeling all the accumulated stresses her soul is under. Even her nightmare form is drifting in and out of coherent ability.
"Don't sleep." Being held with a fierce cold wrapping, a hand patting her face annoyingly as her eyes drift. Shaken harshly if she to comfortable. She stares listlessly forwards in being used to no focused sight. Trying to keep herself awake with hand twitching or leg movement.
"Have you always been that wounded?" She been asked as she being scooped off the shadow storage, soon sinking inside a bathing pond. She was dazed with staring at Curiosity looking sad at her.
"Hole through the stomach, it always there." She breaks her own clay fragments at such a fraction. She felt better doing that, using the now spare parts to clay plaster her body in other places. He stops her quickly since she can't tell what mistakes she is making. Having to cope alone, they both sank under. He has a better sight of her creaking broken body, plugging with the lakes silt clay. She finds his got some patches needing some help, being patient in laying for him to work while she's repairing his soul threads of his external body connections. As his the undertaker with a shadow, thus his shadow side has his threads too.
He has did something significant about her body. This knocked her cold to a body lock, feeling all of her soul suddenly torn from her vessel body. She was vaguely thinking, her soul peaceful in what must be what it means to die.
Then something snaps that peace, her form manifests lifting from the tiny shape that she was locked as. Her voice primal, at full waves of energy's she held back all this time. Flesh crawls, ink blood drips and solidified mass.
"Please calm down." That soothed cool brushed this shape and soon her voice was eased to a low metallic clicking, "I know those things are here. We will get rid of the worst set together." This coldness spreads like liquid armour oce her entire shapes, flicked soon senses of sight and touch. The animalistic traits locked underneath blinking human expression. Her right hand clasps the remains of Curiosity. Whatever nap she was bewitched, had shut down her ability to recall anything of how things got to this. She looked at how the realm boundaries were shattered through. Death realm, human realms... its the corpses world. So she been travelling time. So what was this moment?
"Why is this thing not stopping?" Tendrials of her cloth was squeezing these pests. These hybird beings that aren't in a tome.
"Would you like to be real?" She asked them, "That's what you wanted, right? You are jealous of these souls feeling conformity? You weren't invited by law and came here to take it for yourselves. Am I right?" Her voice lances matter of fact and of the language they just spoke.
"You're one of us." They looked at each other.
"I wanted slaves!" She slams this freak to take a dip among broken souls and the souls they caused terror. She lifted it from harm, "That's what I want, yes." She drops it to the tome, leading to a short lived scream as it was shattered apart to grains. She tilts of others asking the wishes.
"I don't want to be here and now." The sensible things in a collective beg. She rips space time and tossed those away. So the last one. She faces it.
"Can I be human?"
"Maybe, but your soul will have to take a long journey to earn that right. As you become more, the more you gain to understand humanity. Earning the right of life's blessing. As I did." She turns with how sad the unique state was back to this again, "I suspect they will be fighting each other again." She huffed. She breaks down into a managing shape. Dragging this guy, Curoisitys corpse and the corpses of others. Each step is repairing the very worlds. Her soul casting flexed of broken laws to reverse this universes scars. She felt time flex and wane. She was feeling the true title of gods scrapping it to each other. The war among gods stop when she showed up. As was the war of tomes and the enders of those tomes.
"Say maybe I should eat the dead." She tilts in seeing her Ender title. For as it had became its own solidified form of being. She flex in trying to get to responded to her. She then knew, seen in the empty eyes. She straights with looking at the terror the folks around her are in.
"I must have had an episode of soul insanity. I sort of loose myself control and the memories around what I did." She sees the enders and gods working together, "Did I eat everything else?" She asked them. None dare answer. She huffed and now lays the corpses she was dragging around, "Well if I ate them." She claws into herself with removing repaired souls. She drops the souls back to the healed body. She started with the title of Ender. Patting them awake, "I am so sorry for loosing myself." She helped it sit up, "Are you mad at me?" It can't fathom why she sane right now, how it's alive and the stare of defence ahead of them. She tilts and goes to find the next soul.
"No don't bring him back." It stops her and takes his soul from her, "how about we finish repairing the laws?" She stares forwards in deep thinking. Softly she then removed her flesh, it altered to tomes. She sits at this floor, clawing repairs to the cog names. Petting these beings with peace and hope. It's how gods empose blessings on humans, petting soul name or tome pages. She so relaxed and full of life. Shattered mentally but numb with the disaster.
"I don't know what happened after I was dipped under the pond." She softly spoken to the title of Ender, "My soul was at one got rejected from activity. I think I died. It was peaceful. Then I felt snapped, I woke up looking at the outsiders that broken this universe. I could think clearly as I had been face of this before. This one is the only whole one that wanted to stay and play by the rules. I broke the freak into the tome of shattered souls. Banished the rest." She pauses to see it is indeed listening to her, "We rewind the god clock and it all well set back to just before. You will have to stop them." She pulled shadow to lift the freaks she was just talking about, "I don't know what you want to do. You're welcome to not allow it soul wish." She drops the corpse between them, "But the soul is someone I know." She makes last tome checks, nod to herself and the posed the book over at the god ahead of her, "Can you spell check me? I am dyslexic." Death dropped his scythe with shock, he steps forwards. Past the defence. He takes the book and goes through the entire assortment of chapters. She lowered with waiting calm for his verdict. Death softly lowered in shock, but then posed of something. She checked at his side and poked it by his guidelines. He back to silent checking. He lifted himself and carries the book cross to the gods, having them help. The welcomed enders lowered from fighting and approached her, posing their version for help. She does that for them, poking adjusted souls. She has the title at her side to make checks.
"Why are you allowing it your tome!" Someone at least is afraid enough. She claw drops missing names back into pages. She drops broken letters to repair souls. It will have to do to restore.
"Teixeira Trickster." She felt her soul name wrote into a page and looking with death that did this, "You were the last one not active." She felt hazed of her whole being sinking and soon melting. Dropped as a soul stone with many flaws and delicate crystalize lattes. The ender holding it from being shattered on the floor. Everyone surrounded the god realms central core. All gates closed and curtains thicken to deepen fog.
By the tick of the second hand, it was a spark of lightening and aura bathing all the connections. Blurring as bodied flex backwards with the events they played. The war declared in that court house had barely a syllable make tone. These clothus felt laws that they shattered enacting inside themselves. The last soul of them was stood around ashes.
"This didn't settle all the grief that they caused." The five who share boundaries stood at the back of Eliza, as it was her that has slain them while in the enders mask. As she became the current whose swapped from Curiosity. Her claws are holding over the freak guy of these two, and the guy whom wanted to be a normal human at the side. She clasps with rip the soul out of the slave freak, tossing the soul over the the enders whom are displeased. Each pulled a portion of name and soul, each did whatever satisfied the customs. The mask turned her back to the last man stood.
"You have to let go of your identity of being from beyond time. You have to erase the unnecessary things and assumed laws you knew. You have feel yourself part and adapt. Spread thin and not enough. When that time comes that you ask yourself what is the point of everything? You might just spark nostalgic recall of what brought you there." She felt all the active leaching of energy it took from her rampage and repairing it all. Her own hands barely holds her soul to stay in. Clay and bone lowly spilling.
"Your kindness is far from any god I have met." This fella posed and gave her the things he was going to get out of himself anyway. The energy and clothus memories. He was now the one fading in exchange of her, he dropped as a soul that was snatched by a banishment casting. The fact he gave up his time, reversed her loosing time. She a fragile weak clay body with features that didn't belong to undertakers.
"I haven't felt this full from starving in a long time." She smiles to herself, "a shame this vessel isn't mirroring that." Mask of ender now flexed back to Curiosity, "I haven't felt so real among souls since the time I was shattered." She furthers note, "Its odd that the opposite of removing me was the conclusion then my removal as it had been many turns ago."
She wasn't healed at all and by far there was tracing wounds of other deaths about herself. It was that she can hang on a little longer in some stability, to get aid or to be transferred into another vessel. The courthouse has its own first aiders and staff workers that handle making sure visitors are leaving this place then soul lingering. There are plenty of oath hunters and court paper chasers that come in with missing limbs. Demon's are known for having messy, dubious or obtaining evidence underhandedly. Plenty of lower kingdoms had overthrown their crowns in courthouses here. Plenty of Sigil guilds are hub back work papers through these courts. So plenty of the staff of the court are also counter guild staff; use to near death hunters approaching them for help.
"Miss Ace will be taken to the Spider's kingdom for recovery." Now they had her on a stretcher, "If you're going to want to keep tabs on her, you will want to cast any trackers now." Indeed witness protection often complies with such norms.
"I will be going with." Curiosity helps, "I have a lot to settle." The team nods and takes the corridors through the ambassador bypasses and moving her from the court stretcher to the Spider kingdoms in kingdom aid. She stares at the ceiling the whole way, silent and reserve. Her left hand methodically tapping Clothus language, but mostly she was tapping out the lyrics of her favourite songs. She has mastered a sort of beat rhythm that would be human singing by it. Curiosity finds her tapping distracting, at key times he wants to pay mind of the surrounding - she makes a tap that makes him alert of her.
"What song is that?" He passes small talk, given she so annoying with the tapping. Still travelling in search to put her onto a ward. She stops tapping with him being interested of her.
"A.C.D.C. Back in Black." She replies, "It just felt fitting." She gently was almost starting back up from where she left pose. Yet it was the unease he expressed about being around this place; even the ender mask peers doubting. She looked around for herself, and noticed the aid team putting her to a waiting corridor. The sort of thing when there been a overflow of patients in a hospital. She knew why too, it was clear from her titles. The extras leave now, running to more visible nobility. She pats his arm, and had him help her get off this bed. She gives a soft smile, and takes them both through the spy corridors. These back tunnels that cross the other crown lands. In holding his hand, she crosses them through time stop crystal - which is how monarchs prevent neighbour undertaker spies from illegal crossing their lands. She pulls them to the corridors of the current kingdom his sworn with, posed that he was free to run off. Yet now it was his turn, linked under her arm and pushed her about the corridor paintings. Getting her around to the catacomb of sleeping and imprisoned ones. She assumed that she was about to be put to a jail cell or thrown into the pit to be forgotten. As this kingdom has that and is shared by other kingdoms. But really he was taking them down this stairwell to a basement level. The department of frameworks. This place is where those portal paintings for this kingdom is made, recycled and furnished. Piles of furnishings are stacked about this place. All the undertakers here are happy at restoring such pieces or house revelations.
"Are these yours?" holding her to two frames that are covered in torn burnt materials, casted with sin chains. But these sinner chains are made of broken links. Barely kept together. She stares stuck to the spot, looking at these two portals. Her soul flustered happy to see them. He did attempt to push her but she pats him back without paying attention. It was around that he took her face mask off that she has finally started paying attention again. She posed hiding her lacking face with both hands, posed all shy and leaning away at suggesting a stare at him.
"If you can access them, you can have them." he posed her mask back to her. She used her left hand to make him drop her mask at the floor.
"It's rude to interrupt folks talking." She retorted at him, "Sheesh." She reformed her mask loosely with her open hand and takes a while adjusting it back in. She brushed her shoulder a little and was back to staring at the canvas. She eventually gave a head bow with these frames, "I wouldn't want to mess with all that until we can stabilize the distortion of souls. Have you seen the way the chapters in the tomes are all extremely unequal?" She stepped around to the lesser canvas, "But it is nice to have my candles back. You remember them?" she sees his completely not listening to her, "No, you wouldn't remember. Anyway, my candles."
She reached right over with the snapping links, barely threaded together and sometimes melted to join together. By her touch, she moved them and looped these cord of broken over her hips. She then able to shuffle the materials. Peeling the cloth layers in sheets and folds them neatly. Dropped to her shadow. She makes it to the oil surface and the dust layering it. She traced the doorway it was, hand phasing through to the ink world and softly knocked the wood surface. She smiled in how there was nothing to worry about this and pushed it wide open. She stepped in and he flexed with going in with her. She met with her old undertaker's bedroom. The bed, sheets half messed and desk with her learning and working out the afterlife's deal. Even a pile of her childhood colouring books with her made up symbol language inside. The locked glass display cadent with unchanged coloured candles.
"Wait... what?" He sees her hung photos. The several generations of undertakers that they both worked training the newbies. She smiles of him removing some those photos to have a closer look at them. She opens the hanging wardrobe of uniforms. Her corpse bride style ragged dressed, she made it of all the patches of positions that she no longer needed working. A tapestry of her job resume, all those departments they taught her in order to make her a pawn against her cult family. She has remade this dress several times now. One of patch work of crest kingdoms. One made of her inhuman corpse skins, the lifetimes she wasn't human. She soon hung them up. She looked about and recalls the box of rings. No soul fragments, just the metal that the gemstones would have set in. Old promise rings with temporary partners that weren't him. She puts that box back, and removed a book of curses. Spells of mages. There a book of angelic divine casting. Clothus law books. She brushed them all, her mind filled in of all this blank spaces that she forgotten. Creaks of herself repairing the more knowledge she recalls. She softly closed this spot.
"We were partners?" He posed about the photos.
"Outside of this tome, plenty a time." She was matter of fact for him. It strikes him coldly in looking at the lacking factor of something, "When Omen's couldn't save you." She knew that was his gaze of wondering, "When omens didn't have concept or was tied back by some other affairs. You end up in my path, in your not so lucky times." She walked around to the bed and pulled a chest from the underneath, "You always end up on the wrong end of the Seer's or among humans that didn't know what undertakers where. I would be the unsuspecting human freeing you or protecting you when realm gates closed. My imaginary freind that made my mom freak out." She opens this chest as it was her empress gear, the remains of the old crown and most helpful right now was the materials to repair breaks. She had holy water and sealed mixed clays. Tonics to bath for purification. Her own carver tools to scrap her body smooth again.
"Outside of tome..." He repeated right then with hanging the photos up, "So when the other ender boundaries weren't in ours."
"Yeah and further. Not that there is a further anymore. That's not a bad thing before you panic. They are just closed. Closed complete tomes in the other frame." He left fast and she shook of him being predictable. With being left alone. She walked to the other side of the room divider, and mixed up a plastering paste. Filling the creaks of herself that hadn't repaired yet. Her shadow fills in a bath tub here, it isn't filled of water. Gladly not blood this time. It's mostly vinegars and over proofed alcohols. The chemical bonding she hoping to achieve is going to be a stronger foundational body, using the current clay cast. She went fully under, relaxed as she fizzing away impurities. Any souls she recently ate will drop out of her at the bottom of this bath. Her soul strings that pull this body are in perfect nerve spread, allowing her hidden features to integrate. Her soul removal claws in particular are now properly jointed.
"Mistress of the abyss." her dream shape became active, raising from the small summoning coal. It takes use of the temporary materials provided, "There we go. Now we have a connection to the nightmare's crown." It's the monarchy chamber of crowns. Headed by the leading crown and the crown tome keeper. She listened intensely of the topic of matters. It seems just a meeting for updating about the territory and soul populations. Sorting any disputes among crest crowns and the topic of dealing with humans that interfere.
"Do we have any with their hands with the demon markets?" Sprung as by the crest of Dragons. A pale white hair leader, wearing a crazy smile and right hand always petting a gemstone.
"I can do even better then demon market." the bird eater spider crown hissed, but its host says nothing aloud. So that stayed between the crowns and shadows.
"The crimson egg that is making circle among demon lords is a creature devoid of soul nor any known cure to relieve. It might as well be an empty vessel corpse of no valued use for crafting. Putting any soul into it will only violate the laws that even gods can't cross." She speaks up and that was plenty heard by all, "But if such creatures take some use of fancy, I could seek about the hire of some such things. Although, there isn't crossing to allow them here. Not with the conditions the tomes are in. We couldn't even keep the tree of life from decaying as it stands."
"I knew that you were secretly just the sort of person I need in my court." the mad dragon grins wider.
"Well with now having attention. I wish to speak of the accidental revival of the crest claimed as the god eater. I was just going through old memories and came upon the rusted crown." she poses the form, "Given it was me whom owned it before its decline, just the mere touch had activated it. It is now my crest. it changes nothing in how things are. But it will make the gods react. The crown that revived undertakers from removal from the tomes. The god's have always disliked my forced handle of the events. I have no power over any kingdoms as I would have back then." She posed openly for any commentary.
"God eater crest? the one on death god documents?" the tome keeper flickered checking, "And in the tome itself."
"Yes my soul history, being a retired index keeper. It's not that fabulous a duty. I do miss somethings but I am content as I am carving now. The last several human index keepers have been fine enough." She does seem gloomy of this and plenty are turned to each other. She can hear them confused, filling in where they seen her hand work. A crossing many undertaker boundaries. Even private sealed monarchy papers had her seals.
"You continue filling in as a dark shadow. You befit the darkness of our hands. Maybe you should stay that way, avoiding the light." She bows accepting this from the hosts.
"Those deeds were needed to be done, regardless of the agreement among the god folks. Souls were endanger and the very laws were suspended. You drove the Clothus away and played them from their own law courts. You're crest of god eater is the protection and reminder of this." spoken among the crown beings, stirring the host to silence.
"Continue in the shadow, being the security to stop it repeating. You're tracking of the dark markets, demon black markets and any other circles will come in aid when the lawful side falls short. As it has done with angels breaching contracts lately." That there was topic change. As now everyone was having heart act with the angels that were of use becoming fallen or concluding any further business. Lawful legal goods are being tightened down, and god realms have stopped trade with undertakers due to this. This has led to materials used against demons to be scarce use. Even the wax used for clay sealing or demon warding.
"I will look at resupplies and stocks for such ventures. Even some alternative items that get the job done." She assured the crowns, "I will make market stall rounds when stock is achievable."
"It is still worth our own work to investigate the changes and if this will be a long lasting period that allows demons to overthrow. That if we about to go into a war of races and consider the influences human reaction." that was the concluded remark and plenty are leaving. She stares on of the worried reactions of host and the calm of crowns. She bows and this temporary dream state is released.