Standing shoulder to shoulder, surrounding the protective shielding of the property. Wearing the cultist grey covers, hooded like silent protesters. eyes of something else gleam inside, not in awareness of being taken control of. The darkness of their hearts has consumed them, indebted the demons they sold their souls for. The same symbol on white string on each, the instils of the dream drafter cult. The second command being their own grandmother, who was taking desperate measures to pay her debt of grandchild to the cults control. They have parked blocking the front driveway; the tires of the truck have been stabbed and petrol siphoned to further any escape use of the truck. The dawn hours painted red.
"Demons that been chained by Clothus in ties with the Fallown family cultists." the winged man sighed in having been watching them failing to break into the house for a while. The guardian cats have already been dealt with in this time. Her brother was already snatched through a window, likely already has been driven off to some other location by now. Her mother was to deep asleep to be aware of anything happening. The grandfather has been stood at his kitchen, shot gun rested at reach and coldly sipping the coffee he made hours ago.
"Why is it so hard to just snatch just one last child?" the false human stomps to the front door, the one the grandmother is indebt to.
His hand talk of that human saying to do the job yourself if you want it done right. He was also analysing the buildings strangely powerful and unknown source of protection. This wasn't a normal house ward that he would be able to punch through in a snap. He raps a fierce knock at the door, displeasure of having to try to be invite itself by a unwitting human. The lack of living heart beat, the blue pallor of his skin gleam in the ashen grey and suited the church regalia as some priest to make a house call. The kitchen window faced the front, and already a smoking barrel has smattered pellets through the false human. The bullet holes were just unpleasant specks of dirty to the being, but for an outer witness to see clean through and throughs. One spot has daylight shining through.
"Leave." the grandfather hissed at the window.
"Petty for a man that sold himself to the undertakers. I don't see them coming to save you now. It is the high of summer. Your not going to last long, locked in there. The gates to the spirit worlds are naturally closed off. I doubt there is any sort of gods to manifest you a miracle of divinity." the clothus of human skin taps his foot, morse code of being disrespected is going to cost the man, "Oh little girl! I come to take you to the school!" Lea sits up from the sofa, very sleepy from unrestful hours. She heads to the shared bathroom and gets properly sorted. She had even a quick shower to refresh herself a bit more. She has her mask side use this show too, cleaning away impurities that cling.
Her hair from naturally human brown to taking streaks of greys and black. She had to tie it back a certain way to prevent the unnatural streaks being a bother. She could barely overhear the scuffle of her mom being awake. Something about 'the unwelcomed freak of nature' at the front door and 'the voodoo curse stuff is back to bite them'. There a rattling of the back door being tested. She changed into a lovely outfit she pulled from her shadow storage. It was incrusted of gemstone line tiles and was more about status over safety.
Enemy of the tome detected. Tome's Sanctuary is unable to withstand. Urgent skill allowances has been enhanced and human limiter has been temporarily disabled. Take the soul and corpse materials of this freak puppet. Make good sale profit on the pathways for such good quality skins. Do not treat this guy as a person, as clothus like this one will never share convictions I do.
"If you say so." Lea answered the dialogue box. She thinks long and harder at her last touches, lifted a very fragile looking mask. She holds it close to her front, "Isn't this murder to kill that guy?"
'Its survival of the soul fittest. Be it him or us. I would like us to be the unchained and still alive.' That makes her nod in agreement, it makes logical sense. Its just that her methods of self-defence are untamed and feral as the creatures that taught her. This wasn't the sort of place she was expecting her bite to not kill things. This wasn't how she wanted to show her family her real side, as this was a bad taste of who she sees herself as. But if she cant be herself, she be that clueless enslaved broken soul. The aching of just knowing that was her fate if she doesn't change things. Having picked small differences from that previous attempts.
"Aren't you so graceful?" the fella was inside the house now. It had to be the arguing of the adults to had slipped up in saying something, "I even know your name but its not your soul name. It will have to do. You're a plain enough human among your society for what I have planned." The being walked past the bathroom, not sensing Lea within, "Out of the way." The thud of the bathroom thrown open as the wings man is heavily wounded at Lea's feet. Torn in all parts.
"I hate those things." One wing was missing enitrely and blue blood was sparying all places, "If only I was a clothus, as only those of the same type can enact over each other." The harsh clatter of struggling in the living room.
"What's his name?" She lowered to the grey wing fella, "At least what was the symbol he had on? was it a chess piece or a deck of player card?"
"A black club. Why are you asking?" access to the clothus law chronology has been accessed. You are ranked above this individual and his kingdom. She takes the largest and loose feathers that arent attachable again, putting them to her shadow. The grey wing man glares, "You're not just a Fallown are you."
"But I refuse to be a puppet to either side." She brought out a jar from her storage and dumped it over him, "If your lucky, you might be a court witness." She pats his shoulder, "Just don't be an idiot and get caught in the cross fire." He sees all that his wounds have temporairly stopped seeping for now. This wasn't going to last but it will hold. She stands now, and removed the shadow mass from underneath her, it stretched and solidifies like silk.
She rolls it around her several times, caccon in the mass until she was not the little girl anymore. She had to duck and bend through the bathroom door as her grandfather restrained her mother from being in further contact with that false man. The bonds of fate show one way, the clothus spun his own fake ones and was trying to undo the goddess's work. Lea in her larger mass crawls through the house. One swift gesture, a mass of materailize hand took grasp all around the false guy. He struggled and crused her in all three ways he can. His bonds were to weak and break in the harsh nature of the strength.
"You have crossed outside your realm, trespassed my domain and assumed that you could break this tome that I have so lovingly looked after. YOU. I dont see no prince crest, no poker player card id. I see nothing but a small weakened puppet here to steal from mine." The words cling and attacked over the struggling clothus, as it broke human shape to a clothus of floating material and cant escape her rigided claws hidden within her hand mass. There isn't a face or a sense of direction to tell where the voice echoed into him from. He had even thought it was his own insanity for a brief second but to then be slammed downwards four times had made that otherwise.
"I was ordered to bring a human vessel from this landscape for a king." He pleads in two voices, one punching panic hands and his echoed terror voice. His eyes seeking some ability to interact with this being better, to reason with it, "Please I was following orders!" She shakes him as a spell was casted. Judgement of the abyss and god garden's; this being is unable to beat your repented sins, has automatically failed in speaking the turth and by cordance of local law - to be chained and summoned before the true gods court. DO you wish to proceed to file against this clothus? I will after I have disabled his ability to enslave. Soul binding of the abyss has been successful. Lady summons feels better to take the flea.
The lift of white hands lifted underneath the clothus. He was crunched a bit more and dropped lazed into the portal of white hands. Lady summons was not nice as she grappled to harshly. The clothus was last heard screaming on his way. Having more parts of him broken for fighting lady summons in such a manner. His skin had large missing patches missing, material that was promptly sealed in a box and marked up with sharpie. Her mother is now passed out and her grandfather is unable to stand, given his fear of this monster before him.
The shadows paste itself downwards, plastering away from the light sources. The morning sun shines in and the lifeless many lay strayed across the whole house. Even the human puppet priest in the find grey monk suit was laying at Lea's feet gurgling. The undertaker that was injured before all this staggered barely back to the bathroom that Lea left from. The light barely glow as it was stuck frozen.
"Nine humans are dead along the outside fence, but they were already dead before they came to you. Eight are to die in hospital from compications. The one at your feet is going to live but given his under your curse, you have his soul names now." The robbed figure stands towered over her and at writing into the local tome. He was that mafia looking death and is the chatter box, "The clothus you sent is in tight cell. The demigod and undertaker are in critical care. Do you intend to take the long process of court?" he takes pause to tilt the fedora downwards in looking towards her human face.
"He enslaved many souls on our shared grounds... in the illegal method." She replied gentle, "He did something to my mom." Death lifted a gaze to her mom indeed. He softly nodded at that being reasonable thing to be upset about, "Clothus are law stricken... they will never leave us alone unless we beat them at their own courts." death lowered even more, "Its a good thing that I have a Citizenship ID with their realm." he lifted in shock, "I use it for selling off off universe trash bits that don't belong here. That break of time in Greece was because of such object and it safer to take a broken object to a realm that specialized in broken things."
"You're a busy woman underneath all that human flesh." death closing his tome for now, "Here." His left hand passes over a lot of documents and her left hand accepted these documents. Death peers back to her mother another time and then leaves quietly. But the sun was not rising still. Plenty of undertakers helped moves the plenty dead corpses out of here. The strangers that will make it are laid at the front in a row. Wounds altered to gun shot. The gun grandpa used is still steaming in the kitchen, the window still spray of gun powder. This made human sense. Her mother was put to the broken window at the guest bedroom, with scratches to say she was in there fighting them. It all has a logic that crime investigators will not see as some sort of supernatural event. A drug bomb remains was scattered in the guest bedroom and the traces of her brother being kidnapped are left untouched. Lea watched all sorts of undertakers of the same crest. Just dragonfly's. The fortune creatures are playing their part in helping the undertakers. The two cats are placed in grandpa's room, healed outwardly fine from the event. But the minds of the cats are scrambled. Anything that is to do with the afterlife was hidden away by her shadow, nothing that will incriminate them further in court. Maybe at best some suggestions of knowing the cult is a family connection. The neighbours surrounding were mind tricked in hearing the commotion and some as even witness of the cultist harassing the family. Among them they know the grandson was kidnapped.
"Aren't you going to make a statement?" an undertaker speaking at her. Their partner lowered to see about her outfit altered.
"I stopped him from taking the tome but at the cost of other innocent souls. It was made personal when my mother was a direct victim. I lost my composure in that small moment. I will be taking this to the Clothus courts under the empress of the void law. I demand that there is a respective of the clothus to be summoned to the god courts. If you don't believe me, I will personally have you tormented." She tilted into a cold unwelcomed smiled and they backed away from her. The order was written and lifted from the notepad, turned into a crow and swiftly left quickly.
She cast her hand over her chest, clothing alteration active. Back into PJ and looking stressed. She pulled the blanket from the sofa and takes it back to the bathroom, sitting herself where the wing man was. He had been taken away now and she uses this as her hiding place. She watched the fortune creatures make her hiding place believable, having changed the door lock and that suggestion that she hide under the sink. She noted that the sound of life comes back quickly, and that police were siren was blaring and ambulance crews. Everyone was being sorted with humans now. Police looked all sorts of places for every last evidence of this abduction case, acting swiftly in arresting people for a number of crimes. Her mom laid on a stretcher, comatose as her soul isn't present. They had child protection out to collect her and that she refused to speak from this day forward. They took it as trauma in being a witness to this event, had her checked up with paramedics. They do a drugs test since the substance of the smoke bomb in this crime scene has halogenic properties. She was on an intensive care from that.