"Put it down before it breaks things. Don't go any further." Plenty point blades and were ready to fight for all they knew. The demon king steps aside with guessing it might have been personal business to her. This undertaker, however, couldn't help himself even if he tried. He can't let go or move back. A drip of blood landed at the floor and spreads pattern over the ground. The pattern circles over and the fighting lot fell backwards into black liquids. They scream in fear and crawl in survival to evade the mass. Yet the substance is sticky and strings buried through their bodies and through the veins. The goop pool turned to salt and the corpses within burned in this salt. Metal objects lay left behind, a sheet of crystal spreads over the area. Squared formations that held strong. A lone creature lifted from as if part of the fabric of the realm and ate the crystal, more lifted. They all sank back as scenery when nothing is left. The demon king returned back behind the undertaker but it was about finally that the undertaker was putting her down. Her feet touched the floor and the creatures lifted and scattered all directions fast away. A gate was made before them. She takes four steps and fell through the gate in purpose intention. The undertaker follows but steps around the girl. Lowered to check her and stands away in how someone else does that instead. lifted, posed and placed into a chair, like the doll she was always treated like from this goddess. Soft pats on top if head and move away to return back to the indifference she meant to show as a goddess of universal concept. Though unfairly there he a lot of gods who aren't here normally seated in the public gallery in witness of what will be. The undertaker and demon king takes their seats away. As always she alone. A lone seated on the table to make a complaint against her own families. She doesn't think a word or images. She sat actually slowly slumping in the seat. She hides more from the spectrums of energy dancing around her. The defence for her accused stood in shock that she is here and had even wavered in the lack of anything at all. No a page. No a trace of paper. Smiled like this was stupid. That was a closed case.
"I actually can believe this." Grumbling a god to another, "Is this really happening?"
"Which part? How it got here, why its take human shape and lived through the standard check trial or that we are really here about to hope it doesn't eat us?" The sibling of the god throw hand careless, "That a thing that came from the unknown was able to well... out do us. There isn't many souls who have travelled one edge of the universe centre on to the other side. Back from the edge of unknown to another, several times, making a clean perfect balance of two halves."
"Half of all exists is gone and you two are debating stupid things like that?"
"Silence." A Hammer thunder and there was the chip she waited for beginning to creak from the desk. She looks up in being ready for the change of air densities and pressure to hiss from the creaking.
"Where is your paper work?" The god stands slams the chair backwards and a even larger shatter helps creak up the seam. She looks softly above into eyes of the many different judging gods here to be her trial jury.
"This case is clearly going no where, why even waste anything more." The defence began to rant. Pacing about thin ice. Every pacing step creaking the fracture further. They rant in some minor administrations boring condemned action in trying to lever a response change from her. Once seated in that large mass. The gods can stop filter of the expressions, looking between themselves in sort of being very afraid. The defence looking perplex looks at her and can't see past the illusion of a little girl in a big cloak. Laughed at the gods and stood to approach her alone at the table. He ignored his strange string of nerve but was not strong enough to cross close to her. A voided gap was more a lead wall he was scared of touching. Defence was moved by a god in defending the idiot from being attacked. She stands up. She aligned herself about on this seam and twirls about a few times. She steps and twirls. Just a little more. A little poke of the desk under the gavel stand. The air shot and hissed and the room expanded, unfolding itself. The tables elongated of both sides. A evidence table aligned of objects ranging many shapes and a ledge with a dried rose sits properly completed. Certificates of authorisation and authenticating align like tabs for every object label hung off. The defence was full of others being accused, a very overwhelming crowd of beings in all shape sort of shocked by the appearing to each other. The mass turning heads of how the half she on was at best nine souls. Five of them suddenly released from the unfold of the expanded space, that didn't belong to this universe. Sitting on her side, glaring pissed at the accused for strange reasons. The table of gods has expanded. All the missing gods seated here, the two tome halves sort of connected back together.
She stares a completed index, floating above her desk before. All it lacked was her name. But the repairs were very obvious in how distrusted it was to allow her to do it right. Fix in the same quality of the books the undertaker seen but the repair was erratic and unclean in places. The spine alignment is wonky and made do extra bindings to make up for its gaps. It was clean and clear to see. This was the real job she came back to this universe to do. She is noticeable done with finishing this project, as the book smacked her and moved to be in better worth then her. It sits closed and comfortable to a death god up top. The god picked the book up and sees the best she was allowed to do of the books lack of patience to be fixed enough. Puts the book down in disapproval. She lowered in expecting a sort of blame and pointing fingers. She returns back to her very full piles and lack of partners.
"6 against many." The goddess of life hissed, "What a easy case?"
"6 different universes versus not even a drop of liquid souls in this court." Death corrected, "Those five behind her are tome keepers of five completed tomes. Five other universes. That had to categories their soul count due to..." Posed hand of just saying those being accused are prime examples.
"And you know why?" Life sneers.
"Death is a unique soul across many universes. Particularly in this case, it was required that 9 versions of this being were to be contained in one active body. This is a temporary visitation law. As we are all in the mercy of the only single being that gave such accessible pathing of soul." A second version of life, seated beside life huffed in the unnecessary hiss, "Instead of looking down at a little girl sitting alone at that table of paper. Maybe consider that she is the paper. Because it's the only logical way of telling you that you all are screwed up."
"Don't tell me. You finally found yourself a soul mate!" A rather to excited god at the table stood in bring ready to clap, "You been at you journey for so long, you had to found someone."
"Sit down and shut up. It doesn't deserve things like that." So it's clear there were conflicted gods of many worlds here. As the gavel thrown down again, introducing the case began to list the amount of criminal action in the proceedings. As each wad listed, a sinner chain link formed along the floor - became visible for all to see. These clipped links became the value this court needed to break down and tever chain to hold it up. The creepy factor was that in the crimes she committed, a chain that should be made for her was unable to retain solidified mass. It was liquid mass that drips. Unable to let the metal liquid seep away, she kick over the entire table of papers along her desk. The metal liquid flows over the pages and then draw shape as 2d image of broken link chains. The paper trail of endless broken chain plastered the expanded room three loops around. Meaning her sins over spread further then these being accused. But the fundamental broken chains and being in drawing meant she has repent and that all there is left was a paper trail recording what was once. Chain parts that mirror in the accused and hers were the critical things that heated slowing the court, but again - she has already paid some price and was moved on from her side.
"There is no use doing the past as we would have in normal due course. What done is done and can't be taken back."
"By the way, Mr Curiosity. You are actually seated in the wrong place." A god plucked the undertaker from his space and put in a spot among the Jury. Scooped up by another god and held with warmth. The undertaker when through several body changes and was eventually seated at a table of his own, indicating he was his own side. His desk was of already full of things. Half was held back evidence that was authentic and proven.
"No!" Her father clearly was feeling above himself about all this. He attempted to leave, being glued to it because of his 'allies'. This act from him made many lift. So many now see the situation, seen what they should have seen sooner and now began to sit her side of the room. They may had traced her as the problem but it was clear now she was the puppet tool. The tool did its job. They should have been angry at the holder of the tool. The gavel slamming about of all these moving loud changes. This was about then that the room expanded further more. The gavel taken away in fear of what further will happen. Her chain of sin is one length long now, it should be the end of the rooms expanding. More appearing from the expanded area and gods turn to themselves inspection of the vast majority being here meant. Particularly that there is turn towards 4 universe concept gods that uphold some very special values of existence. Leaned forward in about to speak for themselves was pulled back as she stood instead.
"I have finished. The last tome was every bit the challenge I prepared for. The fundamental pages are repaired to the best of the tolerate it gave me to do. It's at best adequate. I don't care to spend more time with a tome that will not let me do my duty. I left it last. I am retired from this moment forward." She spoke so smoothly of so many languages and voices, "When the loose ends are dealt with. I will be gone." She tilts in letting her voices caught up to a long pause. She gives a bow and sits again.
"Ridiculous! You can not retire! You are made to fix tomes, that all you made to be. You can't just quite. You don't break or die. You are a monster of the multiverse made to solve issues." Slamming hand of a concept god. The sudden inflected pain but another hearing the stupidity. The confused look to each other and even death of 9 souls has all nine sets of arms waved in forward. He seems in shared conflict angry over that statement. Gods are sensitive beings and are nothing human. Beheading the particular being was the only satisfying grasp the rest wanted. The action of gods against gods had no consequences for not gods. Although head has been removed, the being acts as it was assault of words then action. Settled themselves once more and each taking a long sobering look over just what amount of things as she repent for. There was plenty of more space for more sins if she needed it, but it was a thin line of long continuous shattered links following paper end to end along the walls. A rather interested god plucked a page for a closer examination, seeing that the depth of broken links were frankstien's monster made of thousands of smaller design chains. If that was even possible to have a molecular level depth of broken links making the presentation solid chain to touch. A finger pokes the metal paper drawing and the wiggle of motion had rattled in wave all to the other end of the paper chains. The god puts the paper back stuck to the wall again. It doesn't want to try to fathom how the paper is stuck on the wall like it is, it be another unnecessary thing of disbelief and distraction. So many gods were whispering things among so many bei gs here. Seats are no longer being shuffled as core elements of why this had to be was seemingly being on repeated words. That many held resentful pain over the cause of their name, thier ownership of something or the cause of breaking law around souls is being directed in all sorts of directions. But a linked set of core names are being repeated, living human names in exactly understanding. Even those that used the names in vain or in fake identity were pointing problems from obtaining the name. That it was like a curse the spreads a veil blinding them all. That soon lies and misunderstandings. Mistranslated things began being used as slur. And it was lovely to relish for a while, her father like a fat cat - proudly stayed seated soaking in all this fake news and seeded discord. He turly was addicted to the negative all around him, wanting more. She watched he eating his only defence against gods, the less a damned soul he became from satisfaction of eating all these negative energies the less his sage guarded from being xrayed from the many gods looking down about the civil war. She lets herself starve... she wasn't interested in part taking the pain of others. Rather, she didn't have protection from being already soul picked by all these gods already. She was already open and just waiting things out. Seated alone at the long table. A table that suddenly was promoted back up by her shadow, a clawed mark indicates where her shadow hand tugged it back standing. The thud of the table sewed silence and eventually mixed numb emotions. Cutting off the negative energies supplies. A knuckle tapped among the gods as now a concept god stood for speech.
"Do you really want to be recycled in this system that has don't nothing for you?" The voices it has were so many and now it was obvious to many this being was a keeper of tomes like she is. A collector of finished tomes.
"I have recycled the unnecessary assets I held once." She posed her weak left hand about the paper. She rolls indicating she used her own body for even the furniture used to fill for expanded space and the paper the defence used in their evidence. She cleared voice a little following this, a lot of dripping and a very black inky pool surrounded her, clings about herself, "I gifted all but two sets of my hands in donation to the goddess of Summons. Thus, I had to repent for her sins to. I had to spend more effort in the clothus realms... finishing the assessment of how the clothus that owned my name were now here in part of due process. They wish deny that on taking my soul and its name had meant they will not accept the sin and repentance I stirred through." She flops hands at her front, a lazy lean back and disinterested care for it all, "It doesn't matter where. I have little left. All nine death titles had their tries to peice me back together. All five collections of tomes have tried to reverse and recycle. I came back here and I were denied the access needed in growth. I played dirty to get what I wanted but I didn't really have what I always wanted either. And now that also doesn't matter. There is only so much a soul does alone. I have nothing to show for my legacy, my parts in a cosmos. I am however content in how invisible my work is. It needs to stay that way or that things have to change."
The being sits down now. It lowered itself in so many conflicts inside and it raised up again. Getting out of the seat and soon making itself sit at her fancy long table. Now the binding of law had to change as it was now a god against the souls of those criminals. By in keeping of law, dynamics of what is being argued changed. It was also now a internal only conflict as this god belonged to this universe and was sitting action against soul in the same universe. It was not an outsider against inside souls. The sin of this beings many souls added a real length of chain to counter weight the accused. A scale has be now set. law of existence began to make wright check of who will be stronger to carry the chains burden.
"I will not allow the pages of this outside intervene in the weight being judged with!"
"Umm... Lord of justice. If your not the one putting the weights on those chains. Then who is?" A validation of breaking a case wide. Gods watching the weight lift of their own accord. But it's actually the souls that were given chance to wait burden upon these sins. The souls impacted by the destruction the simmers made. Shadows of the damned lifting from inky blood pool of her blood to be honouring to weight burden of test against both sides. Pages that made of her flesh were used as plastered to keep the broken chain from snapping before they can finished justice being served. The gods watching how the universe can hold them accountable as if they were mortals gods would sentence this way. The breaking of chain is a good thing. It means that burdens that held back ascending ranking were released. This being is using this as a power play against the rest of the gods of this universe. She doesn't care as she knows several outcomes herself. She dealt with one god universes plenty a time. This convention comes as fate planned. That the larger image of how things work went unchanged in spite of all these things.
The final gavel hit upon the stump. Pages across the room feel, crumpled and burned. All of her was on fire, but there isn't any pain and this wasn't a punishment. This was the return to tha start of the cycle, all parts of her gave way and pulled back in like logs to fuel flame. But there was a lot of potential and changes in how she is. There was vast attached energies of many worlds that didn't hold concept here in this universe, now released from her. Scales and vast distances. She knew every step through the time dunes that prevented other universe contacts until now. Throughout her many lives and play out of many situations. Events of random things and disasters in consequence of actions. She was a fine example, a prime soul that stood strong in falls of worse nightmares. It seems only right to honor but protect the very things she knows.