The table of sore losers in fight of what the rules of clothus reality should be had finally drew silent. Not in being out shouted. Not for a change of heart to hear me. Not even because I was in the room at all, without mockery.
"You have taken away our duties." The black chess king directed sum pawn to back stab me. The little pawn was laying dead on the floor the next moment. The soul danced between fingers of mine, "You shouldn't do that."
"Well it's more like no clothus or visitation of a any god from any timelines has even had the ability to soul remove a Clothus on Clothus grounds." His queen adds, the two knights stood at gaurd ready. The bishop blocking me from her.
"It makes no difference." I took a soul of the white side too. But it was thier bishop who was quoting crap. None of the quotes was doing anything to me. No portal was open for me.
The very souls in my hands spoke truth about this world. How it isn't a world at all. A pocket that was torn and sewn closed The souls trapped here were of the human world connected with Jaspers living land. The souls of everything had to adapt and steal from the living land they knew to make this pocket work. Yet greed overcome all... and dead souls were mixing with living ones. Now there are half living and half dead souls who were created. The reach to new things and new timelines. No longer was it on plead of help. A bunch of Vikings is what these things are.
Even the enslaved were slowly being killed and converted into lower society clothus. The nobodies were all slaves especially. I will have to scoop through them for Raven. His my Mattu in a past life. Bird for brains. I actually miss the soul.
"Are you trying us in silence?" I interrupting my thoughts and listening. The souls are put back into the bodies. Not sure the right ways if not. I didn't care. Let someone else drag the two out the room from their insanity and screaming.
"I have a huge demand of items. I am taking them in whatever conditions I find them working. I will give you a bunch of the items back in broken condition, meaning they are useless in timelines within a universe with laws. I am going to organize souls around here for a short time. Literally." I feel fragments of myself torn all directions and do the very things I said. I came back whole with Mattu in my hands. Petting him. He was a very bitter bird. Angry that I caused something.
"What have you done!" The panels of what make this realms sky were torn in my wake to use the ceiling as quick travel. Revaluation of more space beyond it. The floor broken from souls of slaves having riots, gasping holes of soild darkness. Polished stone marble that were clear and unnerving. The reflections off the floors glamorous surface was the shape of the soul without a outer shell. This place has gotten more interesting.
Occasionally your own soul can snatch your clothus self through the surface and alter you into the next life cycle.This was basically purgatory that been stuffed with stolen junk. A test of a person to let got of material wealth to move on. I had let Mattu do thus process beside me, watch his human hands take back his soul. Very interesting.
I pondered at my own floor reflections. Concluded that passing this trial wasn't my time yet. I had no reflection or that I couldn't see my own. Given I wasn't the only one that can't see my own floor reflection. All that were left were good company.
Leave this mystery for another time. I have hell the reek over the order of time and space. Items obtained. Souls accounted for. About time I went back the way I came.