Instead of being reborn human and not being even within the mortal realm. Rather she finds she been once more back to the edges of time. The world of mortal life she held was the depth of the sea waters. She is the creature looking into that sea, wishing to be among those fish. This stretch of horizon was not strange to her. She been in the sky and she touched the edges of this sea for years. this sand dune of beach is the black sand the fish within sought for. She lifted her face for the first time in centuries, taking her gaze away from the waters that knew her... that feared her. it seems has rejected her still.
"Young Clothus..." she is indeed a cloth and bone form, a haunting mutation of half alive and half dead. Her hand seems to trail to the fact she missing parts, long healed and long sealed. She has survived the adapt without these parts. The group shiver before her, lowering themsevles tiny as possible and with pushing a box to her. Left hands only in pose to beg for her to take them. The chains of sin, regret and torture. She barely touched or moved these chains - the group of being are gasping worse from it. Unable to breath the very air of life they exist.
"I have every part to thank you for making me what I am as I do at cursing you." She takes this box with a left hand, "This cleans the slate enough." the chains shattered over this enitire lot, "Now that your no longer stuck in my trap. You will be prey by the other ones. My hate for you lot was all that protected you from them." She gestured a direction to a much vaster land space of more solid grounds, "Look how they wait in baited breath." she steps holding her box to her, her feet slipped into the waters reach.
"Little girl!" one raised fast.
"Not anymore." her voice flicker quite naturally and struck hard cord, "You may leave now." Most of them don't need to be told twice. It was as if watching them running into a swamp. Snakes came to strike. A brush turned into a spikes and pin cushioned three. The tree bows and flesh fabric slimes over in eating them alive. She watched as nature acts alike always.
Her attention draws away as if hearing her our heart beat within this craved wood box. She traced the cursed marking and the matching patterns her own clothy body mirrors, every inch was painted as match as this box. Curse soul eater activated. She traced her claw on one last segment, and it clucked loudly with several interlocks. Target locked. The box opened. She was soon pulled into the box content, locked within the god trap. Time seal set, soul fragments compatible - repairs began. Error - not all fragments are matching to localised law. Energy acquired, error fixed. Unique soul will be gifted host body abilities in tribute to abnormalities. Localized laws fixed. Repair continues. This Box sank back into the 'ocean' depths. taking a beating of all if sides and erosion. Vessel breaking down, soul release will happen. The 'ocean' does it worse, beating the once thick surface into thin slabs. Vessel structure compromised, outside container energy has began leaking and adding to the soul. Tributes added. The pressure could not crush it. Last 34 percent of integrity. There a last wax was lost, spilling this content to the sea floor. Soul released. Soul garden has began to spread. Growing a whole reef of levels. Sprouted all sorts of types of souls and all the purposes it brings to the dying coral reef. Core soul unable to blend into environment, tributes active. Biology mockery activated, DNA latched. Error's crypted into soul spirit body.
The deep ocean looks different from within the waters laws. The surface once needed to breach for air was iced over... locking this place into a low oxygen environment. Host soul is active, adapting to environmental changes. Enhanced body featuring gained from hybrid histories. Welcome host, please follow localized law as stated in Sigil's rule book tab. She pulled as a clothus, a flexing fabric that clings ethereal stick thin bon remains, little interlocked bones walking this ice floor. Looking up to the coral life and sea souls with little backbones. She stands stuck on the ice, staring a last look over the fish life. Reality adapt coming into affect, host will now been pulled to localized curtain laws. It looks like you be human with soul abnormalities. It's not the strangest type seen, but you will be met with a difficult life ahead. Really? You must be part god eater to know that. There be no issue with this return registry. You should send Death some mail when you settled in.
Her depth of seeing the large picture settles back to dialling to where it matters. Her eyes peering through the veils, existence of eco systems rising and falling all the same. That dance that life plays chess with death. The little war between wars and peace. The way nature always has bigger and scary things. She no different to being a small fry on the land sand away from this war, but she still a partly rejected being of the water world her soul raised from. She is adapted amphibian of both but neither worlds. Always going back to land for food and market materials. She shrivels small into a ball, enjoying the seasonal changes the coral reef folds. Soon the tides turn and churn its worst, big fish were making ruckus like always. Following the rules of the sea as per always. It weren't to long that life came and ate her, and like all things was recycled in a closed system. This one ocean was levels enough before dripping into the living realms.
Welcome back, lady of the Abyss. Welcome home little lady, you didn't miss much. You ok with me being your servant? As you wish, my lady.
"Where are you going? Come on back. I have cheese and grapes!" The ocean spray salted over her senses, the sunlight baked skin bronze and the cold water splashed between toes. The occasional floating shell or shrimp scratched by. There distant laughter of other families, the other children having more fun then her. She stands at the water edge along, toe tracing around invisible creature. Another victim of the ocean waters tyranny. She jolted afraid for a moment of the floating glass panel, the text glitched in yellow letters.
Welcome back into your human soul vessel. There been 100 partial restarts since soul re-entry, this is 11th version of yourself. There been only 9 full clean slate restarts, of which 5 you weren't registered. Back data needs age approval before restoration. New law: 18 human years is the minimal requirement but there is emergency protocol for those not age lifted. Notice: you met emergency protocols.
"Eliza!" She jolts again with hearing her mom. Her hand automatically dismissed that message. She looked back at the corpse creature laying about the sand a last time, and the stone she took from it. She clasps this stone close to her in running to her mom, "There you are. Are you ok?" peering about the strange expression her daughter was making.
"It meant to be sad when things die, right?" Eliza explains, "That fish over there is gone."
"But that's how its meant to be." wave brown hair is brushed out of the mother's dark eyes. Caring love and worry. A loving mother reaching to force Eliza to sit on the beach blanket, "Yet that fish will feed the birds. Those birds will live a while longer. It is right to be sad that someone is gone. Yet its us whom are left behind that keeps their memories alive." Her brother appears from playing or whatever his up to. Interrupting the serious conversation. But Eliza softly nods to these deep ways, looking about the way the glitchy glass panels were loading and labelling everything. Things that were safe to eat. The things aren't. Her eyes wonder on the creatures that appear in and out of her focus.
Creature identifications updated, veil adjustment disabled and soul and soulless compendium can be summon for access. I can't open that, but you can. Can I have my merchant ID sorted by tomorrow? Allow my mask to do low hunter of oath jobs, which are selective and no binding. This is being arranged.
"Are you sure that your ok?" Her mom getting back to topic with now Joseph settling with his food.
"I am going to be ok." tries to reassure back but it was mature reply that should have thrown warning for her mother, if her mother was paying attention. Eliza picked up the bits that have been identify as ok for her and snacked away. Watching the beach and its people, the things that follow the people. The things that hunt people. The sun. The sea. The shells. The salty sea breeze that grazes sand within.
Her mom has other worries, turned to watch people carefully. Worried on the crowd or the approach of strangers. She always looking over shoulder back to where the car is parked and there is always the scan for how close or far the children have gone. More so in paranoid glare of passer-by then even being in a supermarket. The creature on her shoulder was an alert type, and there is several fey types whom cling in caution around all. There a dark presence near the car, that scattered the fey and although it was a delay reaction. Even so, her mom caught on too. She makes them sit closer to her by trying to offer more cheese and grapes to both kids. Eliza knows there is some sort of stranger is at her back, interested in her and she stays closer for her mom's sake.
Notification: the followers have recognized you as their leader. Those of the race of Dementor, nightmare crawlers and god slayers give respects. Owner of Nocturm has been restored, this adds to your status and abilities. The Damned pay respects, but do not yield. The order of death do not yield or recognize you in leadership. The true title of Death awaits mail. Merchant of shadows awaits mail. I can't write but I guess I can draw images. Will they understand it? likely not but it conveys meaning. I should recommend a book to death for him to try. Maybe I would need to ask about what genera he would like to try. I feel like a thriller horror would be neat, not that he would be scared of that. The guy is literally death in personification. Maybe? Maybe I should ask the nightmares what hunts death's sleep. That be creepy, a bit to far of crossing personal space. I will ask first.
"Excuse me, are you the mother of Eliza?" The two people coming forwards from the car park, there was already someone doing a license plate check on their car. They are in a mage uniform, but they aren't the dark presence hovering at the cars. Rather, they were protective of the public not being affected by this darkness. Her mother stays holding both children close but answered the questions. Eliza leaned to her mom's side. Even as an undertaker (grey uniform, white crest over the left chest breast pocket - dragonfly) stepped into her mom and carries behind her mother's eyes. Willingly her mother helped pack their things and goes quietly. The children's seats are removed from the car and into the other car. There is misfortune creatures piling themselves over her mom's car, a curse was poured over her mother's car. The letters attracted the negative ones, trying to lick off the taste curse and for that Eliza couldn't blame these creatures since she faintly recalls acting a similar way if her curse was written correctly in such way. Not that anyone knew how to in this universe, there is even doubt that omens or Curiosity would remember how to.
"We are finding evidence of cult activist that are an active danger to the unknowing public. We crossed some details that they wish harm or worse over your child." seat belt on, the adults talked on among themselves at the front seat. Eliza watched the whisps of bad intent try to curve to here. It is trying to follow them. Yet this attempted was met with something of darker intent then the death curse. Her own shadow pooled, spread and then lifted like clothy fingers. It raised to shield and at times pulled the creatures or letters apart. Parts of the curse are being jarred up like pickles, labelled with a red sharpie. Faded as the eigne began to roar. The taste of cheese and grapes had hues of intense undertones, more bitter like beer and roasting like chicken.
"There are actually two we know of through family or blood. My daughter is the blood of both. My mother is a very proactive member. My father tries to stay away from it." Information is important, "I would guess that the cult of her blood father is who would actively want her for sacrifice. I broke up with him over how cold and distance he is, not the person I thought he be. We met through college and stay as partners for University. After having our child, he changed. He changed after University." She looked disappointed or even bewildered of how events are. Watching the roads passing as they picked up speed away from the beach, given the few turns that don't make sense. Eliza clicked on with these lot being mages.
Illusion sight broken. You can actively change how much or little you use it. Being in contact of energy's; you have obtained mage powers of low levels. Hearing them speaking has you obtained mage common and mage casting. By trait of Nocturm, you automatically learnt and speak royal mage and god tongues of mages. Being an active nightmare in this community; you have a fear affect to choose when to use at will (this automatically switches with your human moods). I will need to be careful not to off set an unhelpful impression. I do want to be actively able to make my wishes for myself. I however understand I am just a child of 10 and my brother of 14. Hoping I will fit in or hide in shadow is for the best. Cloaking in shadow is a skill that can be used; mimic turn into shadows of the damned is such skill that all god slayers and nightmares use. God slayers and nightmares however do not have the sight and hearing of damned. You're misfortune enough to hear them just fine, speak the nobility language and have an actively change ranking among their society. Do you wish to debut? My shadow can activity take part in the shadow courts and be a standing of judgement where needed. I will actively take on regret ease requests if they help me ranking in sigil and collect materials. As wished, this is being arranged. Just who are you anyway? A soul you devoured in your previous human turn, stolen from the prison the Seers made. I was holding one of your books. I took hold of a dementor and now I find myself attached by service. I hope you keep well then, I still will protect your name. It's an honour, lady of the abyss at the edge of nothingness.
"Are you alright kids?" Eliza stopped daydreaming with the glass panel at her front, she had waved it softly aside and nods. Her brother shook not as he was experiencing the mage changes in a uncomfortable way, his active abilities as a Seer was making this harder for him. His marks tattoos burning as the energy licked patterns. Crying tears of pain.
"We are almost there anyways, the bird told me." She pointed to Omen's in his vessel bird form, it was of course a lie as the god didn't say it. But seeing him was tell enough.
"You're little girl is either gifted of cursed or is some sort of gifted sight with divine beings." the agent driving said, and has a grey uniformed person within them. They are too merged to make out the difference of human feature and undertaker one.
"She is a book keeper like her father, it doesn't surprise me." Her mother huffed, "It be nice to get help in how to help her better." The agent nods to such thing and steps on the gas even more, taking more urgent matters of trying to make it safe. Taking a back track off road path to the back of the tall establishment was likely the best choose they could make. A few bumps made the have hearts skip a beat in fear. The perfect drive swing, drifting the car to side park through a slow opening garage door that slow closed once they were through. The hand break thrown on, nods to everyone.
"Nice that we made it here." Eliza unclips her belt and opens the door herself. The undertaker steps out next, and then the mage agent. Her mom helps her brother following this. Those not used to the side effect of excessive energy wobbled or shivered, unable to keep from jittering. Eliza buzzed around in circles of everyone standing around. The car park full of spirits shuffling throughout, a sort of highway of energy flow. Its no wonder the mages choose this place, its a natural creak of folding spaces where reality curtains have crinkled crooked. This also has attracted many afterlife Sigil walkers, heightened by the establishment of the spirits of oath guild and god follower vessels that track through this natural bypass. The clings a evil too, it would be fair to guess this was a nightmare's passage into the living realms without host human aid. Enough mixed energy of disrupted time would off set aging in this tower, creating half undertakers among the living population of mages. The crest of dragonfly makes more sense now, creatures that once carried reborn and changing fleeting freedom.
I will like a dragonfly landing on a broken skull of a feline, that be my logo for my business. I will continue my old stamp on official doc's. Use both stamps for mail. You carved that yourself? Yes and I will do so for this next one... maybe a few attempts before I settle on it.
The elevator door is here once more and shuffled afraid people that skirt barely around them. But it is mostly the fear they feel from my mother, her sight as a Seer was active and they felt it. Eliza smiles happy that her mom was just doing it to keep them safe. They don't give Eliza a single glance. This fear wasn't the same level with when they knew Eliza before. Even so.
I have informed ahead of time about your status, and will be making things easier on your end. Most appreciated for this little bit. Thank you. You more then welcome, lady. Although... the dementors. Its ok. I know. Its fine.
"Breaker!" was sounded on the intercoms. There was a lot of frantic people evading a openning rift on the main floor. The undertakers stepped around shelding the living mages from the rift. Plenty of the damned stepped at thier side shielding them. The elevator was prime open facing to the maddness of the stepping through gaggle of flesh mush corpses. A few of these zombie brains were lip smacking to each other, eyeing out the surrounding. Once they stepped around in protecting the rift, they kneel in grovel. Two folks followed out from there, a guy with many panels of sigil floating open and hissing with headache. Then there was a neat suited man, well its not human but its like her neighbour to her domain. Likely to check her out.
"Deadeyes." Eliza skips past the crowd, slipping out of reach safety. She had even pushed past the undertakers and damned. She skipped steps past the Dementors and hugs around the two figures, "And my little man!" She embraced with warm. Both were terrified of moving her, since she can interact with them without their consent. They became even more unsettled by the envy of the dementors but she lets them free (having marked them secretly), "Look at you two! All neat suits and human skins. Oooh, is there a god court?" she softly posed in wonder, "I draw my letters for people." She lifted such examples and they turned into bird, flying off to sender, "I was going to fix that back gateway but you said something like hating the dementors using it, so I didn't fix it yet." She pulled on Deadeyes, called that for his nightmare tactic to wake people with his changing eyes.
"You are nothing like I expected." Deadeyes frowns disappointed, "You just some little girl." She smiles happy of that being the case.
"A shame that your a nightmare. I would have bite you by now." She sighed and to her little freind, "Do bother asking the damned, they speak in actions. I worry about them later. We have to be freinds with the undertakers and Omen's frist." the two look confused, "His name looks messy again, his been ate again. I have to go gut scooping or something. His name isnt in the god tomes. I am not impressed." deadeyes posed like that was to much to understand, "Oh!" She swiftly turned right over to the death god vessel making himself out the crowd, "Hey freind, did he get my letter? I love drawing pictures." deadeyes goes to stop her but her ally stopped with head shake. They pose several times behind her but it was then the dementors that rose and turned into living realm shapes. Through her powers they are given mock. Now her rat squad lays about her, up her arms and legs. chittering and giggles.
"This one." death brought it out and lowers to her hieght.
"That there is asking about tea. Then a book you want to read next form the living realm. This one was asking what happened to Omens. Why was this soul name scrambled in the 9284 volume. This here is showing you my progress of fixing holes in the rifts. I ran out of claws. So I have to grow more." death now lifted the art bit and thinks it over. She nods and pets her rat pets. Two began fighting and she separated them. But she lets them sit happy on her otherwise. Death lowered back down once more with offering some sort of exchange and she nods happy, "A pleasure doing business with you, vessel 294." She pats herself down and then her cursed masks side lifted from shadow. She holds the mask then breaks a peice, the sand crumbles are offered in exchange. Death takes them regardles, "You can not treat the compdium the same way the death tomes. The names are sometimes not needed to be read to summon them. So you have to be careful. you appease each page of its wish in order to check on it. The soulless section is not worth it. They will beg cheat and steal, even to you a death god. SOulless are jerks like that. Not all of them, my dementors are good boys and girls. They protect you from those meanies." She placed her best behaved ones onto the vessel, "Now careful with my soul peices. I have a lot of curses and these curses are why you can access the compendium of soul and soulless without filter. If you are found to be a idiot, well... you will be devoured. No bargins there. I guess thats what happened with Omens." She leaves death be. Back over to the two that jolt scared of her, "Where is my sycthe?" She squares at them both all serious and they shrug confused and she nods great of that being the answer, "Your fine. It was a trick question." She posed hand and the item death offered fling to it, "Omens smells like his this way." she pushed past the undertakers again and back through the crowds. Her two freinds and deaths stare confused.
"You're daughter has a lot of status." Her mask hovered eavesdropping on the conversation her mother was having with people, "She must have had plenty of chances to sort things out."
"ELiza!" her mask pulls a damned door open and Eliza walked shadows to return to her mom's side. Petting a rat, "Where have you been and who are they? what are they?"
"The guy that gave me a dagger is a death god. The panic fella is my glass guy. The creep with eyes is my neighbour. These are my friends." She posed gifting a rat to her mom, "Aren't they cute in this shape? So unassuming little beings." Her mom pets the rat friends and was looking at the directs her daughter came from.
"I need to borrow your girl for something important." death posed in soft bow. Her mom nods in not wanting to turn down a death god, she can see the uniform and although not religious - respected that things were as they were. They take her mom away to a side room to have a better clarification of what really is going on, why are their god puppets walking around like humans or that whole event that just happened. It was about time that the afterlife began its grasp over the mortal lives of Ms Seer and little Seer jr, be tipped in to what the little girl could be.