"The term of time has been broken, even it we could repair to how it should be. The soul temperaments and flow of laws are to dug in to stop these changes. We can not undo the damages the Clothus have caused. It matters not if we try, even when we enforce fate to drive everything a set pattern. The tome of souls has been broken, the recored names are as broken as the souls themselves in physical condition." The greater God's slamming a fist at their seat, "We cant keep trying to loosing battles for a war that we lost. The outcome is already determined. The few souls that do remain are already seeking further fields. The being that we been trying to prevent has already been her."
The war council of the few who remained in this universe at the top sit deflated and defeated at the news.
"The path maybe determined and there isn't a lot of unspent souls left. But it also completely ignoring what makes us be attracted. So few density of souls but the realms are still staying around. There is populations we have completely forgot about. We stopped paying mind to them when they lost the abilities to hear our voices and see our bend over laws." The concept of life raising awareness, "If turly we didn't have the population density to maintain our time spin... Broken sure. But we would already spilled across the abyss of the unknown from imbalances."
There a lot of them that know this already and hate it. Some few are stubborn and beleive in only untampered soul types should be cared for only.
"I have learnt something extraordinary. I learnt it and it us breaking so much I knew." Speaking up lady Nature with closed hands, "I don't thinks us gods were meant to realize this. Now, now I understand what Lord decay has meant all this time. His warning to me when I asked so young back then. Back when we had perfect souls for density." She peers how the true title wasn't present and she frowns in how bad that could be. She is genuinely concerned to have someone back her in this argument she was about to begin. From someone that deals with souls and is only ever fought with life. She waves showing of the universe to a central cloud and images of all small and many realms flex. There soon there lands a image of a blood covered undertaker seated upon the head of a monster, in a court house close the the living world eclipse. It is there that death posed, he was asking many questions to the undertaker. Posed hand about the current tome. Asking for where the full pages are.
"I don't understand why our top title of death is lowering himself to such a blood covered stranger." Life glares, "I have never trusted the god and his powers." Nature sighed at so fit souls are to their duty, life always fights death. Death had always maintained balance that couldn't be seen. The whole room shuddered at how the monster was verified of type and origin. The being who controls the sigil panels was hyper ventilating and rocking in their seat. Everyone took notice of such thing, it wasn't proper for top gods to act that way. Nature peers deeply upon the creature and then to realized the dangers too.
"I in all my abilities command any mircale possible to remove that soul eater from this universe. I will give anything to maintain what little or large we keep." Posed hand and there is some who joined this vow. The lady of summons took hold of the monster and had already drags it away. She was paused a moment by the undertaker. The undertaker Posed a promise and lady summons reformed hand in exasperation at the fellow. In signing her fear of this broke laws creature. The undertaker seems to keep his promises, the mass began to sink away. Death hissed about reaping souls from it. The undertaker seems to speak honestly of needing to leave that to a common person they know. The undertaker furthered this point of that person being unable access the tome parts death does and thus there has been no reason for death to have greed to all accessible if the other couldn't. Death sighed in stating it isn't his power to grant tome access. Slipping that even true gods have no full control of souls. The undertaker however then Posed like he knew this already and didn't meant to offend the true title. It was just a dynamic that has been causing issue for even the undertaker who lost his partner. Death nods, grants marks seals that he had already to the lass over this undertaker. Bringing them two to the same realm reach. The undertaker bows grateful at no better gift. Death and lady summon take exit from the place. Those gates opened here. Death tilts in seeing he was watched in such matters. Although, he sensed it wasn't distrust. Especially when lady of nature and the keeper of the panels stood in relief to see him safe. Life in her backward way clicked tongue but relaxed all the same.
"I would imagine that you didn't have full data access about the identification of that unknown creature. Or did you just panic at it being a god eater and assume the worse?" He cast look to the panel keeper.
"I have a mutual interest whom updates my systems. Although it is against the greater beleif of those who want pure souls only. I have long already allowed entries from races of beings I didn't know where they were from. It was among this unseen race that someone updates the abyss creatures. That creature of a worlds eater. It eats the essences of not just souls but energy. It leaves realms fragile of no density." The being then jittered, "But if came in contact of devouring a creature that eats veil curtains and solid matter of realms. It would have been recognised as an existence eater." Lowered themselves down before stating the next part. Shudders and trips over itself with nonsense. Death posed that they needed to sit. They all do.
He brought out a tea set, it gleams and shimmers beautifully. It wasn't to his image from such a high status symbol. Even so, the drink doesn't spill between rib bones as he drinks the real tea. There isn't a God mircale being spent for him to be enjoying the tea as he is. Correctly, it's to do with the entire tea set and it's god properties. Allowing the consumer to drink the refreshment regardless of organs or not. The sheer complexities of bending rules. Equally not even the true title know what this material is and how it does this.
The cloud that allows a peer into the time and space being monitored allows for play back, and life takes it to her own wish to see how the monster even arrived there. The gods doing as they always down, sat back and watch the events leading to why and what. Being able to cause small mircales to sway some fates and protect all souls. Every god plays a part, bent some rules. This spent the energy levels and prevented magic casters using elemental bending. Sigil's master had also made prompts appear to some hunters. This had prevented the loss of such useful people being wasted for a fight they aren't equipped for. There was plenty that noticed Omens acting strange and that there was something beyond his contorl happening to prevent him acting in that time space. He wasn't able to prevent his god follower being swept in the action and Sigil couldn't do anything to warn the undertaker due to the lock cog ranker in front of that undertaker. That lady was the sheer reason that even sigil was blocked from functions he should have used. It bothered the god to no end that she was there. True death noticed his own high level man of order struggling with a tome. Death putting the tea down a moment stepped gate over the lass to ask about the tome at that then and that place. She shooing him back out of there was tell enough that she knew what was about to happen and how dangerous it is for true title to be there. He watched the door break down, the creature exiting from black crystal slab from the waiting room. It notice death and rushes to lunge, death skips no beat to return back through that god gate. He sits down... picking his tea cup and saucer. Staring upon the obversing cloud.
"Why haven't you put a black alert onto your system?" Life hissed at Sigils owner.
"The lady of the abyss is already seated at the pew, meaning it's already at lock down." Twirling thumbs and meekness deflated them. The look of them trying to see who this abyss lady is and if she the cause.
"Miss Trixie isn't the summoner of these monsters. But it would be far to say it is her fault that these creatures were allowed into that time space. It is her whom maintains soul boundaries." Death speaking between sips and was inspecting other slabs of crystal. The one that shattered at the allowance of this 'loki'. The shatter of how the court wolves left the place through the slabs. The exchanges of strangers that weren't of this universe. She is sharp, she had already been monitoring these changes. Her tome copies are floating in her shadow, a pen swiftly in orderly manner maintained the in and out of every single soul. She had even took thought of the devoured ones. No soul was left uncounted. Death seeing her at this, respects the dedication and secrecy of how she keeps a unassuming image. She so focused at her duty to souls that she hadn't noticed what should be obvious for a human. That her undertaker had left and was long replaced by a mock version, that omens was disguising in. Or that she trusted Omens enough to over look then strange. She does have a abnormal reach with the omens god.
"I had intended to use you to back me up in this fact." Lady nature had seen enough of this dealt with situation and was back to main debt management. Back to this conversation she wished to maintain fresh to the other gods in convincing to move forward. She broke away the clouding to stop it being a distraction. She stands holding her hands, "A long time ago, you once told me about the the hazards of making creatures without souls or making vessels that take lost wondering souls. With your approval, we created golems and demons whom deal in souls. Back then we needed a way to spread souls out from the central flame. That didn't rely on the living system. In the end, these things became the full cycle that bridged death back to life. Backwardly it draw souls to be seeds for small life like my plants and the ocean creatures." God's all turn to each other at where this was going. As there wasn't really any reason to respect lesser creations like golem or demons or angels. Inferior body beings that couldn't handle the harsh properties of law living realms have.
"Are you wishing to allow the dream realms to spill a few soul into the living realms? Are you serious about allowing demons, nightmares and soul eaters to allow body shape into the harsh soul laws of the living world?" There a lot of variations of gods who maintain the abstract boundaries such as dreams and folklore realms. The same folks that have gnomes, elves and fey residence in hidden pocket realms eclipse on the living world. This suggestion by lady mother nature was a wish of souls by these gods. It had opposition too. Life particularly dislikes things not of her desire to hold existence.
"That already is happening." Death speaking up again, refills his cup with the tea pot. He used the icey creamer too. The shots of dark angry glares, "Just as already there are undertakers, angels and demon whom be lot in the living realm by reverting time. Those souls weren't erased but put into vessels that maintain living law. My men have already been finding these lost unaccounted souls. The souls can't account for are those souls that have not energy to maintain stability of law in the living realms or our middle shell realms. There are even creatures whom are soulless that exist in the living realm and are now a major part in keeping the balance within the oceans. If we were to remove these soulless from the oceans, the entire sweeps of coral life will die and lead to a far scarier loss of souls. I had told the reapers of the oceans to protect these soulless from become to much or to little." He back to holding his tea cup and uses this second to sip between teeth. Everyone else feels they been thrown into a ice bath and left to drown.
"Noted... I now have grounds to move the law system of Nightmares of Noctorm, the Law of Damned souls and Laws of Proxy into the standardization." Sigil clicking about his frame crystal and backs away from the floating stone. He dove to the floor as the stone shattered and bleeds on his seat. He crawls backwards as the system gloom snapped and shapes in moaning pained sounds. With eventually a being laying unconscious on the floor. A new panel lifted into existence, rebooting a new updated system with all the permits and changes of laws accepted. The owner of sigil braves in approaching the newborn being, putting blanket over their shoulder and getting them to sit up. The creature takes a while to come around.
"Daemon of the dark web." Some know who the creature is and what it's purpose is. Now it has been give a place of law, it no longer has to be a bodiless soul. Its an example of creatures that should have already existed and has been over looked or looked down upon as less. Now the creature was known and named in a sort of way, it began to awake and looked upon the Sigil owner as it's father. As it was born from data backlogging from the super conduct computer crystal that sigil maintains orginized balance with. The concpet god fully take accepting of this newborn child as his own, and gladly welcomed the strange being. But the god is cautious too. This child has a glitched skin tone that changes like a hologram. It single narrow eye and there isn't a mouth. There isn't a way of known that it eats and how it communications. There a slow gaze at the pile of broken slabs of when it attempted to cross through before and failed to. That these slabs of broken sigil crystal lay in stacked piles. The being weakly pulls itself to this pile, it's hands began deleting the crystal and pulling that material into itself. Eating? Well not the same but shares baord enough concept.
"Get that thing out of here! That isn't of my blessing." Life screams and is very prepare to remove its entire existence. But Death blocks her, using a tea dish.
"Daemon isn't of either of us. It isn't a being of life or death. It has place in this universe but it's existence isn't of ours to deal with. To that argument, did you wish to have the river styxs returned? A matter of convenience to you lady life?" Life snarls and snapped at death. Death deflects this all the same.
"Is this why you can't help bring my brothers back from their seemingly death?" Lady summons pulls all her hands to shape as a woman in sorrow and that convey of mourning depth deep into her tone. Lady life is shaken entirely that a concept goddess of movement between worlds has sibilings. Life understands that summons isn't of the same position and level of soul as life goddess or Death god. Plenty of all fathers, men of wisdom and those of vast knowledge make bubbled rants too. Being about the logical approach for why these concepts that aren't of humanities make are as existent as the concept key gods to maintain amount of things inside the universe.
"I assumed you just became to weak to maintain the styxs even if you sided with all those lesser things to do so." Life in the wrong here.
"You aren't allow creative freedoms after your last made creature. The flesh eating bacteria that spread in the weaker human places. So you haven't the talk for blaming death for the realms that aren't his domain." Sigil actually backing death up and defending the god. The tension of breaking into god war was visible.
"The soul of the styxs and the four souls that are the keepers of boundaries has been altered. They haven't been able to be returned back to their original places... since their souls had been broken and adaptations of alteration has broken the current acceptance laws." Daemons first words and it was informative to them all. Summons pulled herself and was grappling the new child, she was hysterical to the point of madness. It was relief and pain for her. Daemons can't do much in being smothered by thousand hands. But he does pet her in reassurance, which was advice he learnt as the sigil crystal system that helps hunter keep sanity in harsh mind melting issues. The goddess breaks the more down in sobbing. Someone get the lass to be taken to calm down else where. Sigil follows as Daemons is kidnapped.
"Before your gone, sigils." Death voiced their way, "Revise the new soul type laws. This was the laws that I accepted with lady abyss. It betters us in the maintaining order of tome density and allows the new categories of realms to be folded into the life to death recycling system. It will give us more time moving forward." Sigil owner nods agreeing to this and takes leave all the same. Life throws her temper tamturm. She leave to exploit these laws since she believes death already did. She more stung in her heart in feeling cheated by her one closes of all gods. A creature made from demon laws and the souls that seek vengeance turns sights of making the goddess of life the next play toy. It about to learn a hard lesson for such.
"It all went as expected." Omens seated from hiding and waved fingers. This snapped a string that fate was spinning. Fate snarls at the interferences of her beautiful works. She was even more mad that more of her work started moving itself and didn't need her meddling to be woven. She so mad of this fact that she throw the latest thread in making into trash. Thus stopping a much higher valued business be wasted. Fate quick to changing and the best at adapting with her small amounts. She can be mad all she likes but she can only break or bend rules so few amount of times.
"The creatures woven from the imagination of humanity is your domain to maintain, Erbus." Death Flatly reminds the lord Omens his duties. Believes the god to be somewhat lacking to professionalism as death would for his own. Playing loose in soul name letters and having the least stability of material handling to existence.
"My critical work in keep the Ender at appeased as been taking more my attention. He hold sway in someone detriment to other universes. At someplace it was advice to keep the two apart from each other, then letting them break each other's sanity. However."
"Being madly in love to the point of costing your very soul. I had this sort of affair... its why life hates me so. She will never be the one for me soul and can't move on from such wrath." Death presents a matching cup and saucer in offer to drink tea with him. He offers it to Omens. Omens knowing death in this sort of mood trusts the lord of decay. Omens for himself peers about the crystal that makes this set. Touched the sugar keeper and creamer too. He stares startled of the entire matching set.
"If your about to tell me how this crystal was made and how it was carved into this tea set. I would rather not know at all." Death Smoothly glares at Omens.
"She knows you to well." Omens looking about his liquid offering, freshly brewed at perfect condition tea. He isn't a fancy sort to know what tea ans the pallet of flavours. But it's refreshing tea.
"My wife to who I sold my soul to has the same teapot, two cups, the creamer and the sugar keeper. Her set glimmers as brightly as this one. It brings solemn comfort that I have made a friend that drinks tea with my beloved wife often." Death traced the rim a little, "Even a broken shattered soul such as Trixie Trickster is still someone with good intentions and wishes the most basic of humanized care. The mistreatment of such souls like Trixie and My wife has always burdened me. Its maybe why I am anxious of your style of order. I don't see like you do." Omens snickered at that little last lie.
"Is that what you tell yourself?" Omens reclines and waves in reestablished the cloud monitor to over see the world's.
"I do because I think I lack the strength to keep my sanity otherwise." Death putting the cup aside a moment and peers watching the cloud with Omens.
"Don't be present to watch a soul being broken in front of you. Such the pressure of breaking something so impossible changes you." Omens shook at this.
"Then I am already insane." Death leans peering at how they are back to watching the court room being reorganised. How the little many puppet clay undertakers are taken away to be repaired and the lack of casualties from the event that horrific. The demons whom were trying to clear away the black crystal are all peering at the substance changed ways when they had nothing to remove it. The screen is frozen there but there is people still acting in frozen time.
Namely this was her way of doing things other then soul recording. It was clear she spent time keeping the laws of reality in affect. She was willing to wound herself to remove these unwelcomed crystal black panels. It is her that poisoned those that shouldn't last this realm and was breaking the laws otherwise. She proven to be aware of being watched by all the gods, paying their respects in filtering stuff that didn't make folks vomit. She will be gutting and dicing the many other eaters that were there uninvited. She be fixing up those she promised. Making the court wolves into werewolf hybrid humaniods. Using the rules all souls are granted to bend new shapes for the lesser fortune.
"I have to credit the lass. In person, I was fooled by her outer image and meek weakness." Omens returned the cleaned set back to death. Death was gentle at putting away the whole set. Omens does cause a small change in that. Instantly this was when she lost her sight. A new binding over her eyes that blocked her from doing her job. Omens didn't like this but he does it since it was a favour to pay. Her maintaining of stooped time ended there. And Death waves at the rest of the event show on. Now she is blinded and tied down. She can't act the happening, which was the eater tumbling in to devour. At the last possible moment, she was pulled into a black disc. In exchange of her is the gentleman that omens has paved alliance with. It was this undertaker whom slays the monster. He took the souls, corpse and all. He sent away the strangers from another universe and the Hull of souls that stranger has been promised. The undertaker walked through the broken crystal, left snapped bits in his trail... the only being who shown to be touchable with the untouchable crystal material. It was a tell of how much commanding powers the undertaker holds.