The many departments of interwoven kingdoms working hand to hand in sharing boarders has a council of monarchs that seated upon the new arrival recruitments. Those who wanted change of departments or were newly built bodies. All stood this crowd hoping to be located a new position. It wasn't hard that the shadows of monarchs had slipped secert notes into Pride and Curiosity hands to stir them away some places due to their backgrounds as past shades. A note was slipped to Trixie that she was welcome to leave and be a merchant identity with no attachments. Several of her big time customers had already noticed her and were itching to trade. She leans at the wall furtherst from the selection process peering about the works of this kingdoms foot traffic and mapping structure. Concluded that she already has several undertaker names here that had to be returned back to the sparring halls. She would have slipped away but Curiosity has been holding her hand this entire time. Frankly, it's strange that any other time his doesn't show to be interested. His out right at times tried to ignore her and be rid of her in the usa. Several of her life events has been altered drastically by his lack or to much interventions. The history of her mental scar from the event that let him return here and her be left in the void. It aches and itches, feeling like crawled bugs.
"Welcome home." Cloak and crests are rewarded over the three experienced undertakers. The show of the highest command crest is the royal family's. The higher nobility among undertakers has snatched them above these low class duties. The other four had been choosen in the same kingdoms but middle class. A special crest was put onto Trixie. She didn't even act like she known about it.
"You already know where to go." Taking bow to the kings and queen. Exiting the overwhelming flows of energy of that room.
"You can let her go now." Pride waved at Curiosity.
"I know that your lord wouldn't want her around." Greyhound Furthers, "She has the creat of trades, she not able to keep with us." Curiosity shook at this. He held around her shoulders, "She not a royal monarch or a true title god in disguise, right?" It's that Curiositys was unwavering of his hold.
"That's interesting." Death interrupts with stepping from a gate, he looked around and then slowed to Trixie, "And you not sure either."
"I just don't want to make such a thing a big deal. Metamorphosis takes centuries of god time." She speaks to Death at the same causal language, "I know it was always to be since I already commanded over 284 other time space tomes. Yes, my little retirement holiday was to end when I recycled back. But I just wasn't sure how it works in this universe. Everything has a different system. It's so rare that there isn't a standard for it." She pouts and death posed over to have her look at the tome. It's her name. It's turning into the true title name but it's has many missing or replaced letters. It seen as impurities and thus would be refused into the core tome. Given she closed the book and shurgs. Death ponders this dilemma of letting a true title loose among normals. It's good that Curiosity, a god follower of Omens has stuck to her. Likely knew too.
"What if we put you through the trial? It may purify the issues." She looked up at omens and just in the empty stare. It was reply enough, "I don't see a cult worshipping you."
"No, they curse and beg to be left alone by me. Enslaved by their very souls." She replies in shrug, "Of course it was court approved when they did that to me. So repaying the favour by owning then was a simple solution."
The undertakers not able to follow along or see the hidden gods stood at their side are taken note. They see omens and Trixie speaking a complicated language fluently and were speaking to a third one. Curiosity pulls her protectively and can see the unknown third. The flash of a tome appearing and disappeared.
"You spend time like it's wasted." Omens huffed.
"If only you could see the way I do and the peril this universe is in." She gets Curiosity off her, "Look you already have someone. You are fitting for each other. But I can't have you be thrown into my business." She pushed Curiosity away in a tilt of hurt, "We aren't to be. You died during the suspicious Era of the Victorian times. Into a mass plague pit beside your sister. I know your story, your history and your loyalties. I can't be the one to take way of those soul wishes." She steps independently towards death, "But don't think I will ever abondon you in the darkness." She pulled his hands forwards to her, "Young Ender, you have yet to recall the blood between these hands and the years we spent as a pair. It's time you fly free from burdened repentance trails. You can fly on your own crow wings and have a slice of peace before this finish. You already are a experienced in so many things and been the witness of many realms fall. I trust you as you had me. I am giving you all I can give. And take warmth that even as the gods fall, I will gladly shoulder the pains you will feel again."
She marks his hands a strange of a blood like substance. She lets him be as he blinded by it. She properly turns to death and nods. Death nods back and opens a gate. She began to step through it. To find her hand grappled by Curiosity once again. She shakes him off and lifted a chain of burden. She uses it to tie them both and he felt it bind him. She wears hers and slips finally. She then breaks the link. So the sins chain is still on them both but there can be no measurement of detection to distance. It can be used to track her or her to track him.
"Twais knows how to pick abnormalities." Death looked human here and fairly she does too. A little sickly in comparison and older. She walks holding a wound at her torso, an infected wound that never has gone away. There was several up her arms, teeth patterns of many mouths over the years. She walks with a broken left ankle, it wasn't present until she entered this realm. It has little pain comparison to the breeze she feels on her open stomach contain touching the air.
"How long have you been suffering?" Death picked her up and in this realm of gods, act as normal people do. They aren't the status of true title or gods at all. He rushes to carry her to the nearest medical center of the realm and she was put under to correct these infections. This realm is full of purification and unique posions to balance the others. Prescribed her most favorite cocktail, a God slayers delight. A towered drink of posions that neutralize into a rainbow flashing light show. The many improved versions of the medical system that sigil teaches. Quality made medicine from safety harvested rare materials. The realm of true gods is a utopia of technology more advanced then humanity dreams and dialed back into the most sustainable grown methodological. Sigil panel itself is example of the god realms technology. Crystal made computer network.
"Another wounded from the great Wars." The doctor huffed, "Where was this one?"
"This is Trixie Trickster. She is a cog and an outsider. We can assume she pulled herself from the unknown to come back home." Death being the guarantor. The doctor makes one last note and then throw the papers away. The command was barked and she instantly being pulled to a grater theater for both saving and study. This is the state of her body. Her mind however was eclipse to her domain.
Here she was commanding over the many souls that work for her to get things done. Sending many 'Tricksters' to save this universe from rapid decay. Repairs of soul laws and seeking the cause for why the law of time is shattered. To stop the delay between the living realms and after realms being so lost of touch. She uses dreams and the command of dream walkers determinate breaking law events to future tellers. Stopping fate, time and space spinning fabric. Prevents these aspects from being devoured by the outcomes they cause. She commands over souls, keeping to soul laws and making promise to make soul wishes come true. Be it the destruction of something or someone to final satisfaction of the more darkness of souls. She allowed the victims of these fallen to become the founding builders of new foundations. She used broke time at her advantage to prevent her lives as a human having a worse outcome. She was fine with her punishment in return. She paved many others this way, lifted the worse from falling out of watch. She can't please all souls but with enough effort, there a domino spread or a ripple of changes that turned fate. She literally had the god of fate and Omens manipulated into her bidding for smoothing some soul law events. Here in the cast our of time and space, hand on the broken remains of crumbled tomes. She was slowly reverting them from the doom they faced. Transformation of the pages into a crystal tome. Once she can convert her original time space into this material, her sustainable method can pass to other decayed tomes she been trying to save. She can finally convert the most useful times spaces into the material to help improve bypass soul laws. Making the mutliverse of isolated threads pull into a soild Gia for soul recycling. A system that can be pulled apart and restructure as needed. It grows and removes as it pleased. It balances without her influence is the hope. She was once the tool that coordinated soul names and prevents the unknown abyss decay from attacking healthy worlds. She hopes once this work was through, she doesn't have to be the soul on top of all. She doesn't want her soul to be some pyramid of soul laws. She wishes to be carfee as other souls are. Finally be a part of the system as she should have been.
She wakes from the prolonging surgery the gods had her under. Soul damage, the breaks of her many existences were repaired. Her abnormalities of her soul name were finally cleaning to the bright that her true title should be.
"Officially speaking. Your the first eater of existence to convert itself forcefully into a true title goddess of souls. There isn't a scientific explanation in our ways now to explain how. You can shape shift between the eater form, god forms and mock lower forms." She sits up herself and lies comfortably. She lifted feeling the chain, testing how Curiosity was since she slept. There been a lot of new links and changes but overall his still an undertaker and god follower. She nods for sure of things and back with peering to the crowd of many doctors.
"So what do you identify as?" She laughed at how a simple question has to much of a complicated answer. She can't even condense it.
"I don't know nor do I care. I will take my time learning. It's nice that things are finally smoothing over." She leans forwards and lifted feathers of tome pages, "Tell them when they are ready to go home, their worlds and lives wait for them. The repairs may still linger but it's the way it should have been otherwise. They can choose to let go of the history background or go home remembering their past. Soul repairs even from the finest sand is finally available. If they kill you and disbelieve, that's their choose. Let them be free to make their own chooses." The many feathers turned into a shadows and them zipped away in all sorts of methods of leaving this room. She bemused watching all these escape plans and what was maybe best for her.
"Excuse me." She lies back and studies a familiar face. She smiles and cries, she knows her own many lives outside of space time. Now they exist, they were as lawfully real. She takes that hand with a warm motherly smile, echos years of the many labour's she did for her own children. This child is whom inherentance of her title as a true goddess over souls.
"May you seek a path unhindered of all laws." She took pull of her own soul fragment and gifted it into the child. That sent them on the wishes they always wished to walk. She has plenty of soul material to be this generous without consequences. They leave knowing exactly what they deserve to seek.
"I guess I can go home now." She nods, "I send mail like always. Sells at the marketplaces. Hope my soul mate well."
She wasn't able to be stopped by many methods of god locks. They wanted to lock her away and prevent her being the downfall of existence. Since they assume she was true to her turned nature. But this talk of sending mail and acting as she had always. It startled them in her willpower to be whomever she is.
"Thanks for helping me out. Lord of death, decay and darkness." She posed to each of them gods exactly, "Omens and Fate should act normally now that I am awake. Sorry if their actions seemed terrifying. I was fixing things and that has a sway effect over souls of those aspects. I can finally enjoy my time instead of worrying about invaders. My revenge over Clothus has long ended. It was about time we watched what they try to break next and laugh upon them when they realized they can't. No more lava swords and ice rivers in hot deserts. No scrambling hell in the wrong directions. No enslaving the anyone whom don't know there was even an attempt." She nods counting off these examples which made some faint, "sure there still flaws in the larger system but such imperfects is how it is. Such a grand master piece, testament of my 19459 trillion micro lives." There a pose of someone wanting ask if she was insane but she snaps her fingers to stop time all around her. She takes all she needs to be ready again. Clean away in a quick bath. New fitted armour and weapons. She puts on her ironic broken porcelain white mask. She claps at leave, they all stare stumped of her disappearing. The hospital of God beings on full alarms of her escape but no one gave a blink of the real her passing by.
She removed a merchant identity crest from her pocket. Casaul strolls past a running police force barging into the building. She puts it on and waltzes into any random place provided it leaves this realm. There was several gods using technology to track souls down here, whatever this incident was happening had folks using summoning gates for demon trackers or divine servants of those gods. A gate straight through to sigil openned and she gladly took it. She uses her expertise as a cog ranker to walk sigil many roads and hidden street cuts. She trades fondly with the more sensible walkers of the path and kills attackers in her way.
She eventually found peace back around to the remains of her dream hut, she no longer needs this place but left a little gift for her soul mate to chase her. The dunes are no longer vast and the edge of time and space cuts into scrambling souls of thrown out law breakers. She smirks at such privileges of being able to interact with the outside time and space as she pleases. She slains and collected materials exclusively from such ways. Her storage inventory was plentiful and it was ready for sale or craft. Entry back into time and space was as expected; chaotic with some punishment. But she back in enough pieces to treat her own wounds. Seated on sigils path bandaging up the scratches.
Looking onwards of the pathways turns and drops. She felt the weight of the chains be tested, as if he was the one being trialed. She lets the links click back together and through this connection guide her back.
It wasn't far, he was among those in a trial. Collected from a bunch of undertakers trying to steal from a god realm. She doesn't know the full situation but now that she is among the peers in the public gallery. She will have willpower to take hold of the punishment that could fall them. As always, there is creatures whom are under her grace that bow respect of her presence. She blended so well among a crowd of shadows, demon folks and dark servants. Alone on a row of her own. Everyone was whispering about vows before the start of the trial and how four were excluded. Curiosity was among the exceptions to not need to vow. Rather he was among the spy traitors that turned in these thrives. It's his accusation against they plead. His on the winning side, forgiven and understood by the gods that approach having undertakers spy into who stole from their gardens. This made more sense in the overall trail as he was a character witness and evidence providing during the trial. She doesn't let the burden of chain hinder him as he works so hard. She smiles smug of when he had good case to bring justice and frowns with him when they make come backs. Try as they do to bring him down their level, they are unable to escape prosecution.
"Members of the galleries. Request hire to fetch proof of justice." She refuse to play into a contract that enslaves. Some fools were tricked and told the true intentions. Given the type of enslaving features, they had to comply. She isn't the only one that noticed the contradictory at of cause. Someone else has already sent word of fake evidence being attempted implicating.
"Seeking authentication examination of professional." She stands for this one and cross over the wall like she would always. It was a first in a while that the gaurd creatures don't reprimand someone doing that.
"I will authenticate any and all evidence. From the sycthe of a death god, words on paper pads and weapons. Spiritual tracing and soul reading. Such is the service I am hired for. I take no souls to keep and I prefer trade items in value of my services. If you wish to doubt me, I gladly have patience to wait for the gods." She shows her sigil panel ID at its highest command. They shake hands of this deal and she allowed approach of all the witnesses. She was also touch of weapons and remains of fallen god realm gaurds. She brought summoned the latest shape and veiw of the tome. The compendium of all souls and soulless over crystal holographic summon. She does a few searches and was able to detail exactly of all the informative grey information. She detailed who had which blade by the lasting aura and held no biases in everything that can be made clear. With a fourth check of her status by some unknown sources that aren't able to access above her. They had to accept her words at the values that was stated. There is several hunters of oath than know her seal of documents and verifying her to be god court poaching status. All her words given were bland as anything, pointed no fingers of blame.
"Miss Trickster. I have only one further request. Would you handle under the same judgment clause?" The main judge smirks, bribed man with altered motive.
"Can you withstand my judgement Mister judge? Only those whom challenged such request must swear it with thier status on the line. You can't pay your plead without being cast." She glares sharp, "To judge me of your wish, you have to survive any sin of your own." She created a link of four chains, "You can't even fathom the misery of blood payment. The lives melted into the chains and the screams of silence paved." She crushed them all the same and the air was suddenly hot and over filled of energy.
"It be stupid to fake the authencators words. They are a genuine and all rounded being. There is no reason to mark her down. She bested every turn and highlight evidence for both parties." The jury of this case stand, "instead was are in deadlock verdict. Any further prying will be invasion of privacy. By our vote; 6 for, 5 against and 10 draw. The crime falls upon the those who will fall by judgement. Those not guilty will be put onto a watch period." The jury speaker at pause looked up from their paper, "but we are unable to use the normal judgment spell craft as among the accused are those who should be guilty but did so under orders. I'd the law if judgement isn't taking this into consideration, the wrong people will be fallen. We insist on the none bias entities of the court to make this choose." The criminals smirk like they going to get away with it.
"Beloved mistress." One these creatures, "We ask you to pick the tribute you wish." They all grovel at her feet of unbreakable stares turned from jury and audiences. It been a long time one spoke a language and hardly ever in reverence bow to her.
"Will you smell which ones will be of use to you first, only fair that we share this together." She lowered to them and as part of the pack they all spread approach testing. If seated several times at the front of particular prey, she notes them as she will part take stopping at the front of the chained criminals. She stands among the creatures upon final election among them. She lowered to the group to hear their thoughts. They have the correct criminals. Three will be spared. It's interesting that Curiosity isn't spared but it works for her.
"The punishments of the Ender are upon my shoulders. You can take the others as you deemed. Three spared back." She speaks the final votes as wished by the creatures to be sure. They sit posed ready to take prey.
"If you are allowing these wonderful creatures to be you final jury, then the result isn't a standard judgment. Maybe they would have prefer being fallen to hell. But you as a justice system have taken it put of your hands and upon these that views are not aligned. Three are spared. One will be taken and the rest will be gone. Make your prayers... speak your souls wishes. As those will be the only graces left." She boomed over to the accused, "If you are begging with your heart, they may sway to take you among then to devour." The creatures listening intently as some do as instructed and the creatures are willing to spare them with a curse. But there a bad vibe of among them and it isn't Curiosity. They peer upon her. She nods to them that she will take that one too.
"What qualities makes you a creature of these beings?" The judge hissed.
"The sincere pleads has amused us." She ignored the judge, "Kissed will this mark, you shall be cursed my gifts. We welcome you fallen as part of the Noctorm." The beasts jumps fast and take souls of the idiots and kiss marks of the reasonable. They removed the spared three undertakers, all were undercover spies for this court and break no laws being judged on. Leaving the last two they are pulled closer together and under tighter chains. They path space for her and she snickered and returned bows of kindness upon these children.
"What of the worst offender and the least offender being worse treatment for?" Shouted from the public gallery.
"Both I will personally take. One under my claws and the other between my teeth. A honorable meal for the likes of me." The creatures of court shivered and whimper.
"Stop, this isn't you place of law!" A reaper trying to intervene and is snapped from approach by the creatures.
"Don't approach the mistress. She can erase you too." Once warns.
"You mustn't take what tribute we can give. We must pay this price of face the abyss sooner. Please young soul, back away. You belong. You don't deserve this cruel curse." Another pleads to the reaper fighting them.
"Young lord. You don't want to play my laws. Upon the choose of this court, they are gifted to these protection of laws. That's the way. You can't control this outcome. That darkness upon this being is a curse that souls doesn't belong here." The reaper shook in stopping cold, "a snack for a monster that removes decay and clean away broken things." She steps forwards and makes reach of both men. She lowered to their eyes and takes accountability that it's actually both Curiosity. He has awaken his ender abilities and thus make two separate identifications. She snorts at this.
"Old friend, playing an old trick. But I understand. I will play along." She spoke barely to him and he heard her.
"These two are mine as I please." She cast use of the chain that they kept all this time. She pulled both sides to her storage and makes the notion of having ate them both, "Mmm... very filling." She plays tamper with the tomes to flicker uncertainty of the punishment among reapers in watching. With a hand, captured and smiles upon the half change Omens was in. Ready to kill her for that. She glimmers a look in her eyes and the god is frozen up. He was stiff and bendable like a action figure or artist dummy. She made the god of Omens a little better presented and tucked him under her arm. She yanks the moving chain of sin, his moving in her storage.
"I might return him in a bit. His quiet the stomach ache." She had then nervously stated, "a bit spicy with divine blessing." She bows to the creatures, "I am Satisfied of these tributes. Even those you put aside are sorted now. I come visit another time. Hoping it isn't business but a peaceful welcome and talk." They wag parts of beings all around. Away they tuck back to how they should be. She smashed omens from slipping out of here, "Easy bird brains. Let me have a moment." He trying to bite her and she unfazed, "Your not Morpheus or Ragnar. Not even a little painful." She pinched a scale off for him to stop and his hissed in pain then was fighting more, "In a game of who is stronger. I will win." She changed how to hold him and disgraceful at getting them out of here. The crowds knowing that is a true title she playing with shiver at fear. The frustration of the god hissed and screeched more as they got out of range of the justice court. She slips to a privacy waiting area and then takes occupation of a labeled unused room. She was about to turn the sign to used but freeze at the monarch undertaker seated coldly at the sofa. She throw omens that way and uses his reaction to judge to bring Curiosity up or not.