Every afternoon through onwards to nearly sun rise, there is gate of magic (maybe a little extra from the late kings hired hand) is opened. The devils always into the detail. This area of forest was the most connected to his contract retainers soul memories. A lost forgotten burial ground that was become woven into the landscape, lost among the forest trees and left to grow of moss. A area longer then the known history of this timeline but yet a site built when the first pages of the soul tome was populated in names. Connected directly to Mattu from his many lives, many faces and his names.
The inflex of broken time had made marks here and there. The lost smart phone buried under a stone being the example of the time mistakes. No it would make sense if time was narrow as humans see it is.
But for a soul, time didn't matter. Time was just a agreement of vote by the soul majority of the realm. Such fact was natural to the devil in knowing. He seen cities of humans touch clouds. In the blink of a moment, that same world roamed of no humans but reptiles and monsters. A headache to care about human history if such history is erased so soon. So the demon misunderstood of the process.
Regardless of the point being made before. The demon has no need to teach a veteran soul. Only to make the soul give that information to the mind of the current body. The only method this devil knows best was nothing short of torture but not life threatening.
It were a new method of mental increase a evening. Each new dawn has pulled a lifetime of experience forward, the collection of knowledge that already oozed from this child's random thought making.
"There is no need to teach anything else tonight Master Matthew Raven. Simply that tonight is a current report of the corporations plans. The building is ready to receive the 193 family groups. Details of business families are being ironed during the cruise ship voyage." Mattu stood exactly where he did when this place was new.
Even in meditation, a dream of a grassland and flood grounds. The miles of any direction was just ground, horizon and sky. The spirits of those folks who respected him are simply murmurs of distant memories. Talk of endless changes this world will face and how they can make a mark that will never be completely erased.
The tilt of turning to the moon has also smoothly altered the many around him, more people and thus more stone progress. The turn again to face its complexity and completion. A monumental structure that were a every changing stable calender, no matter pass of moon and sun has once this structure lost track of its purpose.
"Sir?" There is a pass of many people whom he was, all whom will respect the movement the sky and land had taught him. A abstract sense of connection, a dance with no sound.
The devil stunned maybe uneased tinted of confuse. Totally werided out by the motions. Backed away to let the werido do whatever it seemed to be compelling them. The Demon could help himself with moving further, leaving the stone circle. He whom was blocked out from shifted change of stone circle awakened to full flow of protection and energy.
Tree moved to free the structure, the ground clearing of all impurities and that of a static the rose... brushing its mission the one whom protects these grounds. Correcting the runic markings over Mattu and breaking away the uncertainty of lost time passageways. The weather clears, left a newly cleaned away stone circle... mosaic flooring that etched its keeping.
"There still time for things to change, Welwick." Mattu posed at finish, "We have to protect the boy from the family whom us trying to kill him. That much is for sure." Mattu leaves the circle, "What of the hunters and damned among the ranks? They are blending in well I hope."
"Yes... things with the beyond walkers are going smoothly. There been no issues... so far."
"There is about to be. We both know the mock damned, the clothus are trouble. Fancy fools for rules." Welwick sighed im annoyed manner, as he was used to Mattu's awareness and predictions of issues. Welwick even appreciated it with making smooth actions among difficult humans. Clothus were some of the worse for laws.
"Why are they going to interfere?"
"Laws they want to break to be here. Laws they wish to enforce that can't be. Even the most highest enforcement of these rules has a claw at the ready. Let alone the fear in the wake of this fella. We must trust the ooze, the silver eyed judge and the child. We will also be assisting Lady nightscale within the chamber of gods. She knows why things are like this. Why my god had gifted me broken sight... Its important."
"What of the island?"
"The souls whom stay belonged somewhere else. Those we are saving are the ones whom belong among us... or need continued support. Its business from the key stone souls." The demon snarls at such mentions of cosmic powers, "Its why I told you." The demon massages a headache.
"Well... I appreciate the warning." The demon stuck in thoughts.
"You will be find. Just keep things smooth for James Crafter. Smooth for the other royals. Do not ask to many questions if you become haunted by the broken mask whom steals Markus Darkwood often. Do well to work with the silver eyes grim reaper. I will be coming to the company undercover. I must continue like a secret. The last order of a passed on king." Welwick bows deeply and leaves in the poof of sulphuric breeze.
"It will be soon for us to visit Twilight... a shame of circumstances." The title of Omens spoke. A ravens skull mask, hung on Mattu's head. It moves at their own will of focus of things. The very cloak of feather was woven shadows cloth skin of the lord himself. There always unless the host requests need.
The host on the mission of watching James or something important. Flying around with information gathering most times. Mattu's shadow is whom is want over the host. Ready to be informed or requested by the Lords demands. This relationship has been very useful for them both. Just as a benefit as it were a soul bind contract. They didn't not ever over step the others comfort unless it were imperative to the safety of the other.
"Take this door back... We must watch this next few parts... watch what the royal queen does next." Mattu blindly walks through the shadow gate, altering to bird as he finds no ground on the other side. Flight quiet as possible in watching the cathedral grounds.
Indeed the queen in a heavy pregnancy state has came here... she whom tries to walk around unnoticed. To the courtyard of death... She sat in sorrow... tears running her face. Quiet a burden of many stress laying her shoulders.
"Death has no way to comfort you or you son to be." Silver eyes that scan and with helping the lady to a bench then the floor, "I take it that you know something. Either the secret of what your father planned or whatever your late fiancé wished."
"If you meant the dissolve of the monarchy or that my lover had meant good intentions to give me a son. It is not my anger or wish."
"Your father didn't want to dissolve royal powers... That wasn't at all the intended oath that was taken. You were quiet distracted and I am sure the management had to do something under pressure of time constraints." Silver disagrees to her emotional reaction, "Laws of the outside the island are very complex... it would take a human to many years of studying of laws. This was why Welwick was hired. Yet still... The one whom is doing the work has no intent of removing your future."
She pouts confused, silence of valuing the information and making more clear thoughts of trying to see things. All information she couldn't find or the odd information that she could make sense of.
"The affairs of humans shouldn't matter to me. But I were sent because your stress can be the placement of your sons place within tomes. As the guide of other world and royal artifact of your treasury, I have been witness to many near deaths of your family. The lengths you go through to keep track of the purest ones. I witness the hardships of what took you bloodline to claimed as different from the Darkwoods. As a result, I do know some secrets removed from monarchy memories." The reaper stands with checking the book a glance, "I know that your son will live long if you can protect him. Let him be normal and learn as children do." The book nearly put away but at pause, "The last living bastard child... as you may guess is different. He would give his life to protect the child. He give his life to protect you. It be wise to not waste that protection. He has no future past you and your son."
"Thats quiet hard to take."
"Humans... with pretend tough acts and childish acts." A last check for sure and away for good. Leaves no trace. Mattu flutters with taking new place, landing closer and in her sight. Sat nesting with watching out for her. Watching the potential threats around corners. She sure left without being followed by the guards.
"Is that you Mattu?" So she asked.
"Indeed... My lord told me to be here. I were not sure of why the reason. But being ahead of things without context is our style." Jumps lower in sitting near on his lords statue. A long silence of bird mutters and moving items around the offerings of the statue wings. Making less a clutter and more a presenting each ward. Fixing the some that needed it.
"Who is the leader of the Mage Assessment Capture Corporations?"
"The company will be changing ownership once the ones that can be saved from the disaster are safe. The way it is run is only temporarily... the new owner will be able to make chooses of how it goes." Mattu evades the answer with pointing out that it will not matter, "Running the company will soon become more like running what remains of the country folk left behind by disaster. The current owner would be looking for the most suitable for the job... know the few whom would be perfect. A small list. Very short." Mattu flutters with landing near... a beak cooing for her to take something. A charm of protection, crafted in love and very on point. Lady life nurturing the future.
"Just how much time do we have of being on this land?"
"Long enough for your son to babble. The exact date isn't easy. My lord will only show me so much." Bowing, "A heir to the throne, of blood." She smiles in being more comfortable with herself and the knowledge. She stands taking Mattu to her arm... a cast of magic.
A room within the cruise ship, the luxurious there could be. Spacious and Handmaid at bow to help her queen lay in bed. Before her feet swell to much, and be given a healthy drink of choose to enjoy. A few exorcize breaths. Mattu sits at a table near, meditation of deep prayer. Not wishing to disturb the ladies.
"We must seek the child." The mask of the god spoke gently, "Take wind of shadows."
"Yes..." Lifted wings and dives faithfully through the shadows corridor. Talons first on exit, snatching a knife from the path. Dropped away as Mattu landed, eyeing the situation.
"You were always a mad man for blood." James states unaware on his exit. Mattu huffs with fluttering to glare over Markus Darkwood.
"Why do you protect the child? Why are you interferencing in the laws of ender?"
"Because the practice makes no need among the past hosts of this timeline. Clearly your soul isn't the one whom belongs to the ender power that controls you. Its distrust of you means you lack the knowledge. Lack what that child, myself, and the reaper of silver eyes knows. The work and burden of whom you are in possession of." Mattu felt that his lords shadow alter into a second bird beside. The one whom borrowed his voice.
"Each of us whom has been around to see the mass you leave behind... quiet sick of it. That last time of slaughtered Clothus... Well. You have attracted more of them. That blame is on you, Markus Darkwood. The only protection this universe can give you is the grant of the power that controls you." The lord continues making his point on his own, aware as a damned that Mark can understand his speak. Aware that you have to be damned to understand one.
"Clearly this issue made Twilight active in her official status to take the duty you should been doing instead." Mattu has a talon to his beak, putting thoughts together, "We are requested to support her. Keeping the transition of removing soul tomes before the Clothus caught sniff of the timelines they broken before."
The foot posed forwards to take a card message from Welwick. A note about the ships arrival and uploading of tourist buses. The queen in first stages of labour... not ready for full labour. Maybe just a contraction scare. The note burns away with looking to his lord... shared prayer of telling the news he just learned.
"The cruise will be make last trip back tomorrow. There will be a small few we will have to need the damned to watch. Hire a few oath keepers for refusing. Crows for the souls what give in." This was the last count down. Its sooner then expected... but its how it is.
"Welwick... it is the last return trip." Mattu spoke and knew the demon heard. A paper slip.
'Always so soon. preaperations are made carefully and quicker. All faults check to be sure.' The relief of some certain things. Markus stares deeply about Mattu, a broken smirk about it all.
"I knew the king picked a good soul." So the god fear speaks separately, "What was his instruction for whom takes over after you?"
"If the fate of a country was to move grounds, the structure of itself shall be applicable to its new location." Mattu answered, "So... whomever is king or queen. Rather vague but the instructions were written by the fourth crowned. Not the recent."
"There seems some arrogant assumptions that a king or queen will be ready already. The timing of death of the late king has put some chaos into the instruction." The lord added, "To follow the will of power inherentance."
"Moss of a sea crackens corpse." Is the translation of the enders cursing, "The lady birth is about to screw things too." Posed thinking.
"So you are aware..." The silver reaper, "That the soul doesn't belong here."
"No..." Both with books out.
"I pity James." the lord of omens.
"Indeed... I don't look forwards to that murder." Mattu agrees.
"Excuse you both, but since when did you know such things?"
"Clearly her messages have been ignored once more. Just what would she do without us." Mattu rolls loudly in pitching.
"Maybe bit the fool again... she hates being ignored." The lord of omens coos.
"I did leave her in duty to keep things running." The ender pouted, "Oh Sean, I am getting to attached to things." Shook the reaper about, "What the heck is the problem with these souls? Can't we not fight." The mass has a limb sliced off, of no pain or flinch to it. Mark snarls in nearly lost his arm, standing with murderous intent over the reaper. Knocked cold by the Ender power, "I quiet miss James. He is a good thing for what we needed."
"But this is the only way to deal with the Court of Clothus." Sean hissed, "At least not without any timeline with lawyers within."
"What are the arguing about?" The lord of omens asking softly.
"I will shorten it to something about needing lawyer defence against Clothus Court." Cooing on return, "I think they forgot that whole saga with Odin."
"What happened with Odin?"
"It might have been a few lifetimes away from this cloth... But seriously. Clothus Court was put to judge the gods imprisonment among mortals. It were boring... 18 gods of the same universe was sentence to punishment. Yours truly the lawyer for Odin side. I bet even loki in court. Well impressed of my 9 lifetimes as a Clothus, learning their society."
The turned heads at Mattu.
"I do not remember this." The ender mutters a little freaked out, "Thats very important... but I would have erased that." Long pondered lost thoughts swimming.
"That is very important... significantly more so now you made that claim." The lord of omens coos, "We might just have a chance."