It wasn't pleasant travelling in any form Mattu could take. Even in resorted to sleep in a bird form in a cage. Worse was these Clothus trying to play as his wit, trying dirty handed wording to enslave soul.
They played all sorts of false voices that they had worked out about some of the humans that encountered on ship. Given they are now realm bound, they can no longer be distort time space around them, thus they couldn't leave by any supernatural energy or spell means.
By the nature of law around them, they were absorbed unnatural energy to retain grip of existence to this time space. The very energy they gathered around them was vacuumed into their core. This energy was expenditure of hold existence. If they were to run out, after weakest of them did very shortly... they were ate or snatched in by the voidspace of damned corridors. Not even lord of omens, a god by definition, knew what happened do them next. The damned corridors don't just carry souls of pain and regret - evident by the horrors that manifested to snatch weak Clothus.
All that underhanded wording to steal human souls like Mattu was in purpose of energy eating and making them stronger... making the Clothus real. A sort of thing that even the key stone souls whom protects time and space are hateful of being a possibility.
There is clear effort on the divine work gods to make sure humans hated Clothus or made Clothus the enemy to be avoided at all costs. Not even at the price of souls. Mattu and his lord were the biggest help in this regard. Just them being here watching every single detail of Clothus was freaking out any normal ship workers.
"From the party of 38, all 24 weak were snatched by something... when they could no longer sustain themselves."
The ring of red cloaks were all whom are left, there is slight hued tint to differ them and the patterns are not the same.
By observing, the all were completely distrustful of each other and always in vote of blinks. Their hands spoke mundane commentaries of what they see of the ship, the cargo loot they couldn't steal now and the fear of a total stranger like Mattu listening to every work they gesture or spoke. The actual words they used on the occasion were of a fourth conversation of planning or theories of how to deal with what the mess they are in.
"29..." Mattu thinks out lound, no sooner the drop of the purple hued was collapsed to the floor and claws is mute screaming to not be taken away like they were. Some feather preening passes some of the time before he is approach. Like clock work for a group of desperate people.
"You had to have sold a hard bargain to have a reliable slaved demon. The hyper active awareness isn't because you a a god follower nor a contract holder of a demons leash." They are getting to personal sometimes, "You lack a after image... which according to us would mean a deal with a grim reaper... You must be violations of your own laws too. You know us Clothus in some way or another... could it be you don't belong here too."
Mattu straighten to directly detail all of the remaining Clothus. He watches the way the cloth of materials was twitching like cat tails... the annoyed flick of not having what they want. He will not say anything to them. He gives nothing but his studying and his slight glare.
"There is things not adding up about this existence." A redish deep blood rose with the patterns of plants, "Arent humans not to play in energy that comes from other veil curtains? Aren't you to aware of the broken souls? Aren't you afraid of us?"
"At best you seem to give a more understanding stare and treat us like some being you know and understand behind." the gestures of condemning the attitude of hate towards them when it should be confused unknown fearing, "Even you slave is sometimes taken back back by you prepared actions for eventually that even a god of omens couldn't forseen. You managed to ward fate to act your bidding."
"No Clothus of the outside realms... Its you whom can not have the souls to make sense of the laws you break. Even if you had souls, you soul type isn't compatible to these realms you want to conquer and manipulate for yourselves. Breaking the laws of balance." Mattu spoke his mind of these games they play, "You will never understand if you never adapt. You will need to if you are going to survive this journey... or be snatched by things out of the realms protective energy."
"Like you would have any clue." Mattu narrows them.
"All that is preventing you from fallen is the interest of making a court case against you and the whole realm you come from. Objectively you are only visitors from some sort of beyond. You accept that, you will be feeling less hunger and thirst." The group steps together with hissing towards Mattu. Mattu knew quiet well from the distortion torn beside... that of the dripping noise at his side. The humming purr of a creature in hunger, "Do want you offical name used or a appearance nickname?"
"It still the same... I have never hide my purposes. Besides you been the cause of some very delicious... sorry... meaty... no..." It posed in thinking again, "Delicate things. You have even already named me thrice, so to speak."
The reach of it twisted out this distortion and doing a bunch of things as time breaks, flexs and bend back. The raggedy mindless drop of four being all that is left. The slim of the tar oozed from a torn void gap that ignored laws, many faces and eyes lingered in the sheen glimer of colours reflected. Mattu considered his thoughts before in staring at this being... the pondered ask of the most basics about its anatomy, texture and if the plate mask it wears was just a decorative piece. Clearly a fake Damned, as false as a Clothus is. Mattu had shared such strange questions about this freak eater of things to the ex-host James Crafter. Both have been very useful at guessing, but getting nowhere. It were some considered thought about the tome it is protective of which was where his mind wondered at this moment.
"The closest legal authority of attorney you can even dream of is feather bird follower. He is already sold to me. So you next only option is that you get out of this reality and go back to the realm you come from... your orginal world with the highest speaking god or authority you have access to. Because I am you eviction notice. If you Clothus fail to comply to all the realms we spoke of... Well... I look forward to it. I look forward to tenderize you for a feast of thousands like me. The millions of realm realities your races has even broken peace with." The four lost their hold of real existence and were filtered into a spirit form. Mattu can see them as Damned.... a weird... alterations.
Clothus in their homelands / legal realm laws look like humans. They have off coloured hair like someone whom was born in a hair salon or video game. When a soul is damned at a natural level, they normal realm shape is revealed. Like their true self had become a layer of clothing. Gone was the eatheral touchable mist and the ragged Clothus like sheets of skin. Gone the masks they used for breathing apparatus.
"Leave." Grappled out of this existence.
"I take it that they would never have existed long enough for the journey or you broke time to prevent them from screwing us." Mattu tilted it how frozen the goop was, as if held of life or death... suspended on air, if it is floating on air.
"Boss, we dock ports tomorrow night." The mesaager runs to the next area of cabins of staff for hands on deck preaperations. Final inspections and ship maintenance systems changes.
"It would have been a lost court case against you. You would have butchered them for touching that message runner. Something twilight told you."
"'Its to messy to clean up enslaved and energy soul stolen cases'... was her annoyed muttering comment, which was because I asked that same thing of why shouldn't I allow it."
"Mmmm... you both make a valid point. Noting that..." It poked holes on a surface of itself and flex back from the voided torn hole. There were a while of staring at the space sewing itself repaired. It were clouded thoughts the lazed in moment of lasted thinking and some near doubting what just happened.
Mattu is however well used to these things... looking at a feather that had been altered colour and texture of energy gathered from the Clothus and the god fear. Just in looking he sense deep down with some certain clarity but with total disregard of it all. He makes sure the feather was secure to himself.
"Land ahead!" the jumble of flooded people running around in the fastest ways possible. Are all in teams protective of whatever artifacts or containers. Mattu took flight up to the one which was his to worry. The concerning bending and flex the walls have were showing. The sheer weight suck it to the ceiling and floor. Just so the pressure within doesn't harm all of this ship. Mattu set to work cutting into sections. This made this room of the ship the next container... even maybe the whole ship. A good thing this ship will be decommissioned from sea journey service by then. Which is why there was so many crew keeping this place together for the last hull.
"Permission to port, boss." The captain saluted.
"Granted." Mattu flutters a wing, "Parking bay off the coast of Tomb of royals... There we will be off loading with partners inland."
"Yes sir, as you wish." All the artifacts are being air sealed for dropping by coastal wash up. All of it was being kicked off board at the areas coordinated by on land watchers.
The wave of the mages island collaspe will generate a tidal wave to large. So these containers will break down some of the force energy while also being washed ashore for collecting. There is maybe some hope that anyone whom should have left but stayed behind will be corpses along the shore. There is no way without divine work that someone is going to survive... maybe 'divine' isn't the only thing.
That a aside, it were all work out somehow. Regardless of the outcome being helpful or total death of the coastal areas.