'Closeure due to around the realms supply gathering'. Locked and all stuff locked up to my flat. That being ruined out of wards and of salt prevention crossing. A tracking curse on my key items or things to me personally. Pad locked the chest freezer. All geared up to the teeth in my weaponry, the trusty shovel on the up most grip. Masked to hide my trust face and blank of expressions. Stepping out the flat and turned to a armoured metal plated bird, I dive without the up most care and landed gentle to no scrap any floor I landed on. Clanking while the wings bend, hopped around with looking at the few frozen to see me, tilted with looking for someone. Up to human form and slow drifting among folks to seek out where they are. The crowds parted with guiding me to the god of nightmares; shaking in agreement with the other two about things.
"I wouldn't worry about the poacher, they more likely to scare the many around him then to be picked up by toddlers." The god paused with stepping back at how geared I was, "You planning murder or something?" I taking out a scroll list of items and looked for names.
"You gathering supply for the market, right?" a wizards type among the crowd, someone I seen at the monthly talks often, "You get the request orders for the spiked eel in the styxs?" I write that down on the list, "Here…" A black letter. I stepped up with taking it.. flicked a few things for remove cruses and then read. Yup just more stuff. Letter burnt in my hand and I write more to the scroll. Step back to the veil door out of this realm, at pause to waiting for anything else. Sharp hearing has me block a syth again. The drunk fool from before, someone I study a while with no expression.
"Damn evil shouldn't return here." I did roll one eye and clinked my neck back in placement, smoothly guide the blade out of their hand and handed over to death with up most care. Hand shaken of the mess made wiped with wax in sealing the gap closed. Pulling all the little bits from the many belt pouches around my waist, "You damned filth."
"What got him to hate you?"
"Wanted to be a court hunter, I think. Something like that." Spoke in nightmare and understood by very few, "I don't get the fuss of why it matters to a durnk that can't stand straight half the time."
"mmm… but that's how you seen him without it." The god muttered.
"Sure, but I know the current titles would be taxing on someone so fragile. His souls in shatters and will break under the pressure of being a court hunter. Most times, I am asked to some very disturbing areas and I come out fine as a animal that misunderstands. Not clouded by human emotions of revenge or hate. I see it pointlessly. But if I wanted to understand it, I would image I would if it were my loved ones – I will be angery too."
"You're very conflicting shifter."
"So they tell me." I agree and were back to waiting at the veil without fuss, "I hear them all the time, they are confused by my ways. But I would rather it this way then follow my nature."
"Who talks to you?"
"souls… more times then the person." This creeps the god, making him really think about it all, "I hunt soulless things to ate; they don't scream at me. It's better to save them then beat them. That drunks a example that I am glad he focused on me. The day he turns will be a terrible one."
"turns soul less?" spoken normally, "that is terrifying even for my standards. You have one hell of a protective guardian among the shadows here." He mutters the few things to Death in advice and left. I bowed and left too. Moment of staring to the drunk in worry, looked down and through the veil.
Right out the gate I were trading with the nightmares around me. The broken area of hazardly creaked up buildings tilt like Jango block towers. The small trading things scream in sight of the god but were average about me. I have my list out with crossing out the things picked up already and the extras added then crossed. I turned a corner to trade with damned and back out to following the god's way to the things. How he alters in a slow progression while crossing the distance, from a liviable to stare at thing to what monster fear in their dreams. I weren't bothered, I don't let it because it comforts me to think 'if I was truly scared of something, it be something I couldn't eat physically'. Its the lodgic of why I would never eat important gods like Death.
The world is hazed and twisted of all sorts. Murdered corpse walked the place, demon looking protectors, the small fry thing that eat nightmares, the one's that are only noises, and the one created from the dreams of humans. Twisted cartoons or urban myths came to life here. This particular part is the creepypasta realm.
Zalgo is the god among here that most what dead. This could have all been hell but even the dwellers of hell have nightmaares like this. Those are the twisted things before getting to the creepypasta's. Humans don't fear the twisted as gods don't fear the human creations. This god I have been following is that whom is often the fear of both, he controls which nightmare types should cross at what realms dreams… As for myself; I am a nothing to both – to little to be heard of by gods and humans.
"The boarder lands over there." Pointed out to the edge of the existence of this place, "You're free to caught the largest if you manage it." I bowed in thanks and stepped out there without fear, "Are you mad?"
"Never been fishing then." I comment with poking the floors. Tapping sound into it, like worm hunting. This had my pick out a glow bait from the ground, spiked and false blood spraying. I hooked it to a weapon. This I tossed out to the darkness, shifting to the shadow of the weapon. Lands and sunk into the skin of one. This one gets ate by a larger one and I hop action with running on their bodies to pitch to the next one. Seeing as a damned, breathing the darkness like my air.
It attracted the even larger eye of something, A thing I shifted to my natural shape to crawl into it, through the meat of it, carving right to the heart. Eating it inside out. It eventually stops moving and is sunk into my storage. I feast on so much of it, eating what roits first. Eyes, brains, lungs and other organs. I peeled the skin into leather patches to dry, the what is the equalivent of the things soul; is sent to the path of creation (as reapers had taught me to summon a flame door for souls like this to hop in). I took some of the bones and bury the rest. I salt treated every strip of meat and hung in to my storage on hooks. I am set for a while now, burrels of blood too. All good to crawl out the shadows of nothing and to walk humanly back out to nod toward the nightmare that been hooked around to see if I would return.
"How did it go?" He closed hands and stares with a tilt towards me.
"It were quiet the feast for me." I creaked a broken smile on the mask, "Would you like a strip? It's as tall as you when you made repear land visit."
"strip?"
"Yeah. A mound of meat. Say, 12 bucks?"
"That sounds good." He counted out cash and inhumanly I lifted a bit from between the ribs, "Uh,"
"Just wall section of rib meat."
"I pay extra for a few viens." I took out the 50ft rope width on the other hand.
"Or larger veins?" blinks at me for a while, "Like half section of vien, right?" that hand swaps the width, "or small?" finger play about the thread size, "pick pick."
"All of that." He hands the entire stack of money and I rolled it to him, "Good luck eating the rest."
"That's not a problem. I already ate the squishy bits." Wipe the mask blank again and shook back onto poacher shape proper hieght and all. I picked about with cleaning my weapons as I walked on. Hand checking the list of things. I make stops to pick up more shop stocks for new things. Picked up stuff for my pouchs and protection wards that work. I liked having the free roam of shopping but I wasn't happy with everything I found for sale when I knew better graded items were else where. My step out from the nightmares and dreamlands crossed me over to a living realm. I turned into a ghost and picked up the already dead items here. I crossed out of here in the seconds of being ever felt by living dwellers; I haven't any need to spook them.
I made it through a naturally dead realm; a place I spend hours fruits collecting and seed snatching. Picking up only what they can have without. No over taking anything and leave some for anyone needing it. Let them thirve without to much pain from me. I help their soul demands of water or offerings into the soil roots (this further stops any soul haunting). This world of plant is as killing as any place that eats souls for breakfast. Being cut on a arm, happens in such trips and doesn't bother me. Cleaning it up and moving on to the next gathering spot is what matters.
A crystal realm, here harvesting has to be done quick in and out; before being spotted by the dwellers that eat and change fleshy things like me. Picked out all I could from the spots I would. Dove head first into a hell crossing. Fighting the many sorrows, dismembering for meat for the customers and moving one in their blood seeping through me. I check my list for things that are easy grabs in hells here.
"Wow, demon hunter. How rare to see one fall here."
"You think I fell here, that's a joke." I commented, "You got any idea for where the weepers are?"
"west from the tree thrones." I study with how honest this fella was being. My harsh study on them was a warning towards them about me, "I am telling the truth."
"I know you are. You're heart rate very steady. I bit like hanibal Lector, you know." they laughed about that and hands off weapons, "any news around the area or things to avoid?"
"Lucfier done another runner out of realm again. Hade's isn't home and the guard dogs been well fed since. The masked creeps continue to roll corpses about the trails. All is torture about here." yes, his not telling me something, "What about you?"
"Poaching as uasal. I heard that the newest fashion were to collect teeth. A few hollow trees wood twigs will add nicely in my pocket." He drew a soul eatering dagger, "right, general Fif." They froze and backed off, "not on my list today, lucky you. Later." I dodged the wild swings and rolled into a hollow tree.
Something I dismembered from the inside out collected it's bits with a hatch off the belt. Climbed about on all fours paused to take a branch. Peeled off bark and hop over to the next tree for smaller twig bits. Took a tree eye section well I am at it. Hop back to the black sand floor. Collected that. Dust off and walk onwards with shopping list. Reading through it with ignoring stuff around me.
Pause to snap a arm of a thing, pause longer with reading. The scroll goes away, dragging my eyes on some battle among demons. Types out to kill each other over something, I walked on over and picked up the soul. Dusted it with path dust; watch it crumple away to where it belongs.
"Hey!" all turned on me. I were in to much my own thought to be listening the drooling fools. Someone outside complained about a arm being snapped out of place and this all sent some sparks at me all the more.
"Jade scales." I pointed to one, "How helpful to find one of you; you got a name of a tratoir from your species?" It muttered three names really, I hummed about if that were wise to take names from a no one. I scanned around the place and picked a few scales of folks around me. This made all move away from my grasp; letting me depart of to some other section of things. Right to the weeper banishee like demons that have spell bits for my customers. I snatch one or two as I walked by, clip a few locks of hair and cloth. Let them free to run away. Circled into a demon lord city and had some open trade with the folks here. No luck with markets here today; crap stuff or already over supply in it.
"Demon hunter, right?" Hand on my arm as I walked. Stopped me from moving past their shadow. Glare of their shadow, I step back to listen to this freak, "You on hire for repear killing?"
"refuse."
"Pity. Got any infinity to passing a letter to a reaper?"
"Why not ask a bird?"
"Pardon?" I whistled a carrier to my arm and it lands with waiting for this demon to cough up a letter for delivery, "A death raven, very clever." That letter passed over to the bird, the bird looks at it and passed it to me. addressed to me; I read through it and tuck it to the side, "You're name is hunter, right?"
"Nickname that I use with everyone." I nod in thanks to the bird, feed it a meat chuck and let it off, "How does one pay for the quest of revenge these days?"
I have the study of how shy they pass of some box to me. The carving of the wood has a damned cruse over it, which allows the item t have shadow storage. Having peered by shadow through what is in here, a lot of rare stock. A few skins to pretend to be, a few corpse puppets to pretend to be. There extra pile of gold and a small till of other currency.
"Sure, fair. But they will come back to huant you… if they want to."
I picked three scales from this one. Stepped to the side, circle around them with study of wht their soul says about why they wanted this. This was being very geunie to whom thay are and how these names had wronged them. I pass a track mark on them and leave them be; moving around towards where to track these folks. I melted into the crowds and played within shadows to seek whom has this contract over them. How lucky were I to be met with a Jade scaled demon that also said these names too (his not here but it's to keep in mind with mulittple pissed off).
I reached a bar within hell, taking a seat in the middle of no where. I listened to the hate being passed around. Sure is a lot of folks wanting these names killed and being here I get to hear why. These three names are the known for being tax collectors on behalf of some unnamed god demon. Most believe the boss part is a the lie to got folks to pay. They very things people lost to these names hurts most deeply while those lest affected were greedy money grabbers that bribe the collectors out of it. but from hearing souls, they also gave up something to them. personal worth items. Stolen under this tax taking.
"Hey stranger." I looked across the seat from me as this werido helps himself to the seat. Turns it all around to have the back of the chair to rest arms on, "You a demon?" I listened through them finishing very little happiness in them, "are you listening?" slammed a drink there in the middle. The crowd takes one look at this one. All went a penny drop quiet with the many running away from them.
"Ryan Maylanor?" I asked.
"How did you know my personal name for when I lived?" I study that they are covered in items stolen so far, "Who are you?"
"They call me the poacher, the mut and the hunter. You get the chance to insult me now and I see about telling you why after." They don't stoop low to start that and peer confused about me, "I wanted to ask a few questions before this little game was going to start playing. First is, are you really working for anyone?" given that soul reaction I want to take it a yes, "Are they worth more dead then yourself?" that was a questionable look and a soul with confused opions, "What will you do to pay them back in trade of your life? Would you return all that you can and ask to be forgiven by those you wronged? Or are you going to accept death?"
"Are you threatening me?"
"I am giving you a choose, as this is often not in my job description or introduction." I listen to just how much more quite it became with gasping. My hand lifted to catch a arrow and back down it were placed to the table, "Are you going to leave here whole heartily giving back what is taken, even at the price of blood and soul? Are you going to die regerting it?" I moved my hand off the arrow, "I will tell you that if you want to be a regerting type. Don't say I didn't warn you or that I didn't give you a chance. There is a bright light about this and that if you hired me before or after your dead; I still do the service without issue. Since, it means helping you out of the darkness."
"You're talking nonsense."
"Yes, it must seem it now but you will remember now alive or not." My scan of them, "so what is it going to be?" they sneer like I were a jokes and had a blade to poke through me. In the reality of it, the blade shattered with the force thrown to it. I only had to chop their head off… my blade trialled a thin line across the middle, dripping every second. I pickpocket them of everything they had and bring a mass of ravens to send items back to the owners. I took their scales and sunk them to my storage. This were to properly ready them for the grave boxing the bones and barrel the bird meat. Name to the registor and soul protected for now in my holding soul space.
In the mean time outside from what others can see of me, I place down some cash as random payment and leave. I strolled about to look for the next name or listen to the soul I just gained of it's regerts. I have it know whom hired me and that they weren't the only one whom wanted them dead. That I work a two way street – to be hired for their kill to for a price set to crazy high normally.
Walking is all that seemed needed with walking into the next fella, my speech were just about the same while this one were totally and utterly silent of the affair. I hear this one soul screaming for help to be cut out of mind control. I am not a expert on spell breaking and don't even know whom is in control.
"So, I know whom this is but who are you possessing them?" this had reaction of backing away, "You got to tell me or it be you next." The soul of the possessed tells me instead, "I see, and would you like them excuted as to ease any regerts?" the soul promises, "You can't huant me for if this were a mistake to you. Understand I am a two way street, just a middle thing to play dirty work." The soul understands and even manages scuide. I picked up all the tax bits, off to the ravens. Body sunk and soul beside their friends. The two went into detail about whom this was and their understanding of why. There is similarty in what they know but not their why they were forced to or why this were a plan.
The last has been following me, the one that shot the bow before. I shadow tricked behind them, listened to the soul for all my answers, murdered them and have it's friends explain it for me. This fell into this agreement that the souls have paid into a execution of their boss – a clothus. I sure didn't think this was going to happen. I revise over the clothus laws and see that they allow the keep up of outside laws to lead their own during such issues like this. Meaning, the hell's law for revenge can be inacted but not on their grounds. While on their grounds their courts follow it. This being petty matter will mean small court and no revenge. Loop holes that anger the souls of the misfortured. I see about another way about this.
"Pardon me, but a letter." From a damned and written with cursing me. I take it and flicked all sorts on it. Which burnt the letter before I could even read it. but in the charring remains were a untouched feather. Angel feather, this is to scared me at a personal level. Not my human's but their relative. It doesn't bother me, "Uh, just in case that you wouldn't read it. they told me to give you this too." a pouch of rings of those of the family. Most of them are fakes. One or two being from the dead anyways, "That you be seen to…" a clothus location.
"Thank you for the message. Is there anything I can help you, damned?"
"Not really." I touched their mask and gave them strength. I gave them comfort and finished in a prayer, they turned into a clothus and left instantly. Regert types always do. I do my best with collecting the last little hell bits. It was about time I would leave, stepping through my own version of the door the souls of regert often use, the damned shadow door. Much how my storage exists so does my door and mask. I altered to bea faceless small know one, still pretending to be human.
I lifted from dark and back into light; walking gently through the new veil I have forced myself through. This is one of the five cities of the clothus, a greyscale living realm full of what look human here – these are those that don't believe in a place to go aftr death, those that didn't believe to suit anywhere normally and normally animals that don't have a belief system. This were one of the place's I could have gone to instead of the reaper lands. I feel better with where I am now then here. They all smell like rotten corpses here, and alleyway of body parts.
This place is a realm that said to have no death but all I can smell is death. On the surface, this place is like all living places with a social ladder that makes as much sense as the goverments here. The laws are split in six books. One for each city and one for all realm / outside it. It's terrible when some cities cancel the all realm laws.
This particular section, city of clothus here that I have been asked to see, is considered totally lawless and barbaric. It normal to butcher folks here on the streets. No one bats an eye about it. The most seedy walk about here and this comes of no shock when taking a seat at the bar that I have been told this were the location to meet such fool. I find that folks here are sharpening weapons and there isn't the one the souls told me about. Accepting that this were just the death trap, I helped myself to taking drinks from the bar and reading the notes everywhere. Knocked the few fool cold on the floor.
I paused with there being a phone and the number of the most recent caller, yes. That be the fool. I listened around for a voice to steal. Picked up to make the call, let it ring and let the voices of the other side arguing. The pause with them listening into this side.
"Got a gift for you, down town out back." Perfect to how the fool speaks.
"Great!" they hang up. I put the phone back. Knocked out the rest of the folks in here, pose them as if speaking still or hiding them from not being so obviously out of it. I looped the sound of the place myself; so the sound isn't missed. I shifted to look like the bar keep and act as if cleaning up the place or serve drinks.
"Wilko!" I play along with greeting like a friend and have this fool take a seat, "I heard Daz beheaded this hunter. " I made it all mute here and stare at them, "Wow, is this freak a ghost for you lot." he laughed looking around, "Boss man totally not going to like it." Knife through the sleve, "Uh…"
"Name of your boss and who were you expecting the head of?" spoke in a lady's voice.
"Jack's and the head of a lawyer." I peeled the knife out.
"You're not whom I am looking for. You free to stick around for when these folks wake up, they are just sleeping and unharmed." They sit there all still like and I mimic the noises around this bar again. I served this stranger a drink and waited. I continue acting like this was all normal here.
"Bar keep, I had a call about a body of a hunter." Shouted at the door and they come to sit down. I study this fella with listening to their soul. The drinker quietly looking around avoiding this one, "Johny, what you doing here?"
"Uh… here to pick up a head." These two know each other and from the three souls in my storage. This person is a direct servant to the boss they been following, "Other then the body, was there anything else?"
"Looking for three more possible bodies from the corpse of this one."
I have folks kicked awake round my feet and I disappeared into this servant's shadow. This brings about the ghost story that everyone starts freaking over. The reason they all ended up knocked out like that. As slowly they got clearly for what exactly happened; the sooner the servant as left to go find any traces of me or is just running from the scene. Jumping about the place of crowds to get well in truly lost, gets all the more turned around. They take a while of telepathic contact with there owner of the whole thing. Were punished for the coward act and is forced back home to be properly treated for such embarssment.
The manor they belong to is grand (sure, like any home there pictures of things and people) all to sing the praises of one con artist of them all. A man with several assassin rings that mock the one he wears one the thumb. He has very little hair, combing the tiny bits to flow one direction. A youth across in poor quality of clothes sweating bullets in fear of his life. The many servants with many weapons trying to take a stab on this man. I only had to take a look at the missing shadow to know what was up. I peered from this servants shadow to the ceiling; that the real fella; the rest of him is the illusion. I wonder if this servants is really just a part of him or something.
Such thoughts ended with changing shadows crawling up to the ceiling on equal footing with the freak here. They didn't take much notice, even when I did try a bite of them. Full teeth like butter. I coiled in a corner and watched the shadows and the puppet. Watched the people. Watched the operations happening here. The affect of my bite don't take long to cause issues for them; watching there health drop from pig to a thinning ill man. It wasn't enough to kill yet. Out from the shadows came their realm form as they just suffered. This happened over the course of 12 demon hell days (which isn't the same as repear time).
"You had called?" So this stranger was in contact with a witch doctor. A thing that knew what he was, "Bitten by something. You pissed of any animals as of late or got off realm for something?"
"I have always sent servants."
"Did they bring back anything?"
"who knows, this has to be the first assassintion attempt to worked so far." I listened to the souls asking for it to stop and that no one should suffer this much. I coiled out of my ceiling spot to directly follow where exactly this fools been laid to. Nattering on about the possibility of reacting drugs.
"Say, you asked three men to mess up hell dwellers?" the witch doctor isn't pleased with that fact, "I hope the bite kills you. You ruined my life with that nonsense."
"I wouldn't regert it now." I spooked them both with appearing on a chair as a hooded armed poacher. I dagger tossed doors closed and windows wedged, "I never exacted you to last long with that nasty bit of god slayer youth posion." The witch stood backing to a wall, "I think we are all tired of plaguing each other now. The three servants you sacked hell with are dead and glad to see you suffer enough. The resident's would rather you died. I gave you a chance to better yourself with making best. I find that none of it mattered anyways." Slide of meat to hand from shadow and ate bits at a time, "Sure must have someone that cared about you; hell wouldn't honour demons without reason. Lord of the town even." I have a vile of spit poured over his bits and it reverses the posions affect, "I thought losing a limb is good enough misery to suffer with." The leg chopped and dropped to shadow. I take out a book of my own notes, pointer a few tricks of illusions around them. Distracting to not watch me leave this realm.
I make it back through to the reaper realm; had a interesting time of being extra scanned by the more then normal at the guard veil stops. I have my id checked too, but everything were in order and I were let through. I go drop off things for my tradesmen allies, then checking my shop (all left alone) and my flat… someone living in the spare room. My doors untouched since the day I left it. I fixed up storage and read through my stack of mail. Alone. Sipping the cup of blood with pretending to be human looking.
"Someone that owned a key, just entered a flat."
"13?" I heard shouting, "You wouldn't be shocked if the joker came home." This voice knocked and I tossed my stack for my mask to read. Stepped up to the door to peer about these strangers. Opened but I don't welcome anyone in, "Ah, hello. We are here to make sure the place is in order, anything for you to worry about?"
"No, nothing wrong here. I live here. What is going on anyways? I just returned from quite a walk abouts."
"someone tried to challenge the god to duel. This were followed with several assassin attempt."
"You shouldn't said that." I see these two are big deals.
"I keep that in mind the next time I see him."
"Uh, what?"
"Hunter is the name I go by. See I own the curiosity shop and live here in room 13 of the 13th floor. I often know that I have qualities that bother folks, but I will often ask anyways." They peered oddly with checking this all out on quick and shurg with it being all clear, "Do I bother you?"
"No, you seem regular."
"Good. Before you go, I haven't met my room mate yet. I would think when they see me here, they go thinking weird things like burglar or something. Anyone would with seeing a stranger in their room. Just giving the tip before someone starts a fuss up here."
"I understand. You a honest citizen. If you see anything out of normal, you let us know?"
"Always." I nod and closed the door. I go sit back to my seat and reading. Getting so absorbed into it all. I found myself ignoring the door opening again, some loud folks hissed about stuff and into the next door room. It seems they ignored me too.
Whatever. I sip my drink thinking of the letter's and of the questions nosed about my business. I were moved on with writing my letter's back with my answers to the sorts of things asked. Pout that none of these are what my hman would call friends.
"Get out of here!" I tapped my ink to my pen with noting this interruption, "Get out!" these two were not helping each.
"I can't help but have to interfere here." I spooked them both, "Which of you live in the open room?" the lady of this pair pointed to herself and the gentleman to her, "Then it should be the visitor to leave. This is my light warning, if I have to drag you out crying. I will." The guy gets the clue and leaves with the door open. I tossed a small coin with the force needed to close it, "Right, peace. Writing." I finished where I left off and folded it accordingly. Gave it to the resident message carrier of this flat to sort, "The store will be back open tomorrow. I am sure my presence felt missed by you lot." The nod of the bird and it chatter about the humans being all stiff with the packing order, "We have to see. I will worry if my friend were hurt." It flutters out of here.
"Who are you?"
"I live in the room across from you, just came back from a long trip out of realms. Collecting stuff for my curiosity corner shop." She studies me at length of worry, "Anyways, you must have read my note on the counter. Keeping the place up and not touching my stuff." She pointed about that and showed me that it got ruined somehow, "No worries. You done fine without my input."
"What's with the chester freezer?"
"I sell bird meat, its where I keep it." She looked disgusted, "Meat for bird to eat; not literal bird meat. That's a terrible idea to feed half my clients. As it's only them that eats the meats anyways." This corrected her expressions to a general curiosity, "oh, forgive my late introduction. I have or had a long title that I often forget. As the court hunter for serious matters, the first trader in weapons downstairs (following laws without a issue) and just good at being creepy or unpleasant to be around." I offered a business card, "they all call me; hunter. No, I don't use my real name. I don't really have one with any meaning anymore."
She sits down with taking the card paper with full name and the few step rules of contract dealing. The disclaimer of not being a demon or clothus. No hocus pocus required, that's why I wouldn't ask for a name back. In turning to her with what shes wanted to clear up; being a short time lodger until her place was fixed from a flood or something. She gave me a common name she declared to be hers and just loosely changed topics around about where I went and what do. The light chatter stayed this way, even with her getting up to make a drink for herself.
The bird returned with a note with the boss signature to it. I picked it with bowing thanks with the bird. Not boss bird but room bird.
"Are you a person like me?" she interrupted my thoughts pretained about the note.
"I am more a creature animal shape with human like thought. My previously life as a the family dog. I still hold on to such simple thoughts and often have to watch folks to understand what they actually meant." Opened the note and read through the shopping list and warnings. Including the temporary move in of extra people in the tower; cause extra guards around. How sweet he thought of me… I have all this, "But I have always lived around humanoids and I know how gentle I have to be. It's why I worry if folks go touching the things I have. Most things I have to order are not to be touched unless your educated in how to. Or something like that. Hocus pocus faf.
On not trying to be rude, I have to make such type of delivery of items. I should get it done before they panic. Is that alright?"
"See you later. " She nods I cleared up my stuff out of her way and washed my cup. Away it goes. I have a shadow shuffle all the items needed and stepped to the front door. I shape shifted to a hawk shadow close the door and took off up to where I know to find him today.
He broswering the books of soul names; how rare… must be a concerns of tempering on. I land next to nightmare neighbour.
"Hey neighbour, how's the banistors?" asked normal like.
"Same with fools, even with the extra population about. The curiosity shops been missed."
"I open back up tomorrow if all goes well. The order of other traders has been fixed up. New items and stuff. I fixed my beak issue and will be well fed for th next 11 months or longer." Claw tap about it, "What's with boss anyways?"
"Something about some other underworlds finding floods of souls."
"No wonder. Nothing to do with me. I stealth my way around and never show my true shapes."
"Clever." We both pause with Sir Death walking this way at pause with us both, "I should leave you to it." nightmare fluttered off. I go back to steady watch of boss. He offered his arm out towards me and I land there. I hop up to the shoulder and rest there.
"You are be back from your rounds then?"
"restock and all. Yes and have your orders and as always names have that extra talk about often." He opened a book and I couldn't even read or work out what was up about the pages. I don't try either as it's not my place to poke for names of souls, "I have improved in many areas which only means I have gotten better at seeking not just people living standards but souls too."
"That is interesting. How so?"
"Hearing souls must be some side affect of living here and being among you lot. or in what I made my honour. Many realms I had crossed and those I trade or talk to. Endless at the guessing. Could be just how my race is, but never documented. I spend a few hours around the few books I could understand with trying to work it all out. But the one's I could find the answers are god langage; I don't understand them." I see he focused on the book a while and walked on putting it back, "does chatter get in your way?"
"No. I don't mind." Going deeper through the books, "Have you tried looking here?"
"The soul catalogues? No. I can't read them either. Just as you were a moment ago looking, it was was blurred nonsense to me. I also understand knowing names of things is a power that shouldn't be tempared with and best left alone. Souls are scary when you wrong them, taking thier names would be like being asked to be tormented by them. In meaning in what I do. You are a grim, your way of duties changes that and makes you lot a favourite comfort for souls."
"Very interesting." The needed knowledgeably being listened to. He froze with a book not being there. I pointed out another with it; whom noticed use both and came forwards with a glare. I can't help but hear what their soul was saying and compare the body language to be confusing. Tilted with my only way of expressing this, "Darth, have you found the missing names from the books?"
"No." he told the truth but wasn't yet done reading them. There that moment of parenting with how to faster look without wasting energy and the instant way with wasting energy. It was very agreed that the names they are looking for isn't there.
"You wouldn't happen to have any idea of those names where abouts?" sir referred to the list I were give. I focused with that and sense to seek where they were. A sense of smell passed me and I can tell where that were.
"I like to guess some sort of nature or open outside realm. Near a body of water, mix of living and dead. A place where I would fetch any plant type… you call it Eden. Creatures call it the soul rest. Path walker call it Plant's breath."
"Sounds like the home of the goddesses of nature and growing." The youth glared darker towards me. I hop to a shelf and lower to eye level, "This could be the one to take my place someday."
"I understand." I bowed a nod, "I am hunter, I am whom tracks anyone or thing to the court houses as requested. I run the curiosity shop down stairs."
"You're a bird."
"No, I am a shapeshifting ex-dog. I like human interaction but have a range of clients from animal types, plant types and people that are humanoid (a bit broader then you think, really). Maybe a soul one day if one asked. But I doubt I make them happy as a result. Not a miracle worker or god."
"Not?"
"Very opposite really. This is a god eater whom has chosen to act and speak with us… not eating anything with a soul."
"Speaking of…" I bow, "Maybe this displacement would be due to the boom of soulless things as of late. Quite a taste lot around hell and neutral realms as of late. I call that a bad omen but it's been quite a tasty one."
"That is concerning." The three of us were waved by death by his power to his desk, I were on the guest perch. Boss bird sees me and tossed me a stack of requests. I bowed in honour and have my mask sort through them too. Mostly some meat request, the odd check up on out of realm birds and a ask of talking to the nightmare of the banistors about his new roosting area.
"This will be sorted within the hours of today. Promise." I bowed and the boss bird settled, "Is there anything else, bosses?" the youth gave an odd look.
"The delivery." I pulled it out from shadow and place it to the desk.
"Don't worry about payments or anything. This is on me for no reasons really." I get all of them looking, "I can't help but guess this is all part of youth teaching and so why does education have to cost?" boss bird agrees and boss thought it strange, "You human lot shouldn't put a cost in teaching fledglings to fly." I hope back to the perch, "those names, where and how you like them? I sense they be souls and not alive as such. Worse would be regert puppets."
"I just need confirmation of where and how they are." I had my mask sent away for it, it travels faster and further then if I all went. It returns instantly with that and their personal affect as confirm of death. The prolong of what seems like me sitting there as the student very confused. These two nattered about creatures that could be a benefit as long as they are harmless. But there becomes a point where even the dangerous are helpful in their ways; making me a prolonged example. Detailing of my race characteristics that are often found and that I happen to be a very abnormal for my race; there being a trust in me more then that of ever meeting my race from other realms.
"Dead, and damned. As I worried." I bowed. Maybe in a moment of interrupting the lession in a very abrupt moment.
"This has to do with how you have improved on finding souls." This were a sort of continue of our conversation and fitted with what they were just talking of.
"It does. When one dies with a great regert chaining them from passing over, in dead realms like here; they convert into masked mute puppets. They creep people out, linger around where they want, travel where there is shadow (any realms) and are actually a secret society of beings. They have rules, a language and a goverment persay. Yet they are often difficult to work with when either searching for the wonderer types or stubborn over subjects protained by why they ended up one."
"You must have got one to talk?" the youth takes a peer at me from look up from writing something with this being his input to learn more.
"Sort of. I regert not saving all my humans. In turn, I too have gained my own mask and title with them. Every so rare like, I get a letter of asking to do something strange that makes lodgic sense to only them. It never breaks laws as following realm laws is what most matters to them really. The very acts of murder or soul torture is a ticket to getting hunted by the entire race."
The comment seemed to had moved the idea of the puppet into a new branch of threatening while not at all. This sort of branching was were the minor nightmares and myself was put to by their lodgic as humans. neutral, passive but can be triggered costly.
"That's not at all creepy." The youth Darth muttered – making notes back on his paper.
"They are on the surface but are crying children in soul." I pout with settling on the perch more – waiting on orders or just hung out for now.
"They are the souls that erase out of books then?" this was death's worry mostly with finding names missing.
"It is what it seems to you. Yet it comes with being a phantom of whom they used to be. Not ready to die when already dead. They are marked officially in your books, according to the few that are in charge of making that so. But they can't be read by those that sort the souls. You likely can't read their names still on the paper as you are a pure soul god; meaning you don't have the sight of one."
"This answers many questions and as long there is order and keeping. There is no wrong about them." the youth muttered as it a thought right out of his mentor that nods in agreement.
"There can be one that were a god or a lord of a realm. Those issues are often a big cross over event where the damned have to adpt to work with you to fix together. The white puppet paper is them under oath to make things right and are that edge of where their laws can be agreed to be broken if it fixes the issues."
They must have met a few before with how they just traded a stranged note between them. Being very uncomfortable to comment what they knew with someone like me.
"That a very shady deal." Death voiced as a sort of continue on talking comment. He does seen keen on knowing what I wanted to share.
"it can be… and requires folks like me with a title to shadow watch those. An insurances to stop the worse to happen." I get the odd stare of misunderstanding, "those with titles are excused from the mute laws and where needed are allow to educate the outsider types like you two on the culture. As folks like you would benefit as they would with knowing each other better."
"You're a titled damned?"
"Damned are souls of reget, revenge or acceptance to events pertained to them personally. Those of title are complex cases that have ability to blend among those that aren't aware. In being able to have such ability must met with some deep contection of understanding laws are there for a good reason. There are many reasons to why one has title where millions don't; but it's all about the soul and how souls interact to each other. All the more confusing to those a part of it when the choose is through soul and not voted thoughts."
"You're open as always."
"I had been a good dog. Returning lost folks out of darknesses, preventing though falling into shadow of the damned status and just being whom I am. It's confusing when you don't see them as lost souls. Yet they are and often need help. The titled one's are the harder to help or often mentor ideas to those stuck in such state. It gets very confusing understanding logistics of shadows."
I were being offered something, I study it a while with trying to understand what it is. Distracted with it; I was shut up long enough for them to finish where needed. Going about classes and classing stages of threat levels. Clearly this child a god with how the soul interact well towards death. As for death; his silent at soul as he often is with speaking. But this passing over of knowledge is very important, even at the heart. So, playing long this distraction game were needed.
"Hunter, your often good are what you do and whom you are. Yet why do you act generous?"
"Is there something bad about doing so? Humaniods are confusing then. You are the types that have the concept of charity; creatures learned it from you. I learned my ways with how well I remembered my life as the family dog. I were more simple back then and came here seeking home; simple minded then. I have gotten more expreinces as the longer I have been here; sort of like growing up in my new ways."
"stop beating the bush about it."
"I really mean well in my basic sentment. You gave me somewhere to belong after walking to long. If anything, I would have lost whom I wanted to be if I lost sanity during my lonely times on the path. One the few that would reach out a hand to save another; rare these days. In moving here, I thought I were indebted to you but this sense has evolved to someone I look up to while maintaining a middle ground understanding." I peer with how it answered questions in their minds but their hearts are a little through off with the honesty, "Nothing wrong about being honest to whom I want to be; I hope that never gets lost." They weren't settled with the after comment but eased off with how quite I lingered long after. Their lesson with soul facts moved on. I sensed that I were watched but guessed it had to do with these two then myself. Resting here at a quite peace only woke me up with a rowdy visitor spitting about something.
"I will…" there was going to be a dagger through the desk but just their fist of air does, "Uh…" they looked at the empty hand, "I will." They drifted with being to pissed to get a word out. At them for whatever and this dagger disappearing trick.
"Hunter, if you would?" the dagger in my beak as I were being tough with not letting it go. The youth doesn't understand why I wasn't letting him have it or touch it. Not until I unhook my real jaw to swallow it whole and returned back a normal shape. He backed off then.
"Posion edged?"death asked.
"yup."
"What is that bird?" the visitor being disturbed by me, "I will." Out with another weapon, zap stolen by shadow. It has them freaking out with patting about for such weapons. At this point, being a larger then a dire wolf of fantasy… mouth with all the weapons. Lossly being dropped into the shadows in being watched intently, "You just a god killer dagger." That's the pannick. I rummage around and picked it out this dagger made of slayer claw… compare it with my own in the shadows and just taking it out to eat the dagger like a chew toy. Made the freak faint.
"that's made of slayer."
"I know. I have no sense of being affected by it. Why would I when I have slained the few before?" I chew it up and spat the metal bits out, "An act I choose after being unaccepted with my family. Why have souls suffer under nasty thoughtless ones? Just doesn't sit well when I can do something about the issue as a whole."
They had someone go drag this out here. I turned into a bird but I lingered onto the banister. I eyed out with watching the birds, feeling tired. Looking at the late hours… I should. I did go without sleep for a while. Right? Makes goes clear the way for me. nest here a little while, safe back home. Right?
"Hunter."picked up and dangling by the wings, "shesh, you like a corpse."
"They did just return back from a all realms round trip." Picked from the hand the hangs me around and dropped off towards home. There seemed minor stops with checking folks on the way. Woke up from being poked in the eye. I were of the reaction to peak the hand that did, but my common sense shook in. Fluttering out of hands and making a seat next to the nightmare on the banister; pass on about the roosting on a nest message. Fluttered into my flat from here, through to my room and just deep sleep.