Taking the long way up was enjoyable and plenty of time to gather debate of wondering if she pushed things to far. Eliza wonders her impression on Omens and Mat wasnt salvageable. If the gods of other faiths that has seen her acting laws would interfere soon. She finds her answers soon enough with god vessel blocking entry onto her floor to the flat. But they move aside for her, knowing she wasn't to harm their greater schemes. All but one, and that be a vessel she never met but she knows thier eyes.
"My husband is to busy of a man to know when there is an abyss creature staring him down." The lady crossed arms and posed darkly, "But I knew from the time you returned here. Greatful that you returned the soul of that undertaker unscaved. I understand you paid his price." posed right hand over ELiza's heart, "But I am not a fool, your no different a parasite." the touch was suddenly felt to real, a warmth of exchanged energy. The death goddess withdrew her hand and posed in fear of being tainted.
"That blindness that he has is all that stops him from being devoured by the very books his title complies him being." slipping to speak equal tongue and so that none of the overhearing mortals could know, "I once offered to unblind him... he returned that blindfold back on. Afraid of changes this would make. For that, I wish I could do the same. But then I wouldn't see the things I love most in the froms they are beauitful in." Eliza leans to the banister beside the goddess, "Mat's soul name. Omen's soul name. The magnus mafest. Maybe a few of the death revival records. The travel guides across the time dunes." posed hand in counting these things and then at pause in seeing that face reaction. So she closed hands now. Balled fist in shivering strength with being determined to protect these things.
"You're the index holder." the lady assumed.
"My blood father and his family are the humans of the index code." Eliza corrected, "I am the inhuman half they are forbid access. The knowledge that drives even a god to insanity. I watched many versions of time across many places. I seen how that happened. I have helped those ender's pick up the peices and together we put things back. Back enough for it to roll back again. Once it rolled back, it naturally moved to whatever laws the ways wanted. We enders don't interfere with within the boundries, unless the title created within that boundries sends the invite." she eased posture losely at the bansitor, "But of course, I am not this place's ender. I have no moral plays here. But I am willing to give it my all for the one that is. I had even offered my soul to them." She turned to lean at the goddess side, "The things we do for love."
The death goddess sighed at that last part, a reflection of her own idea. Her own words when she wanted death's hand when her sister forbids it.
"Me and Omens are more alike then you realize, mrs goddess. I was a human no different once. Omens was just another god. We both were soul broken and ate by the same monster. Our ender is the only guy that saved us. But he paid a cost too. His not around much. If I am a mess and omens is drooling at the sight of gods around him. I would worry about our ender title."
She fixed up and spies in how there was a search party in her neighbours room. She caught the look at her cat Loki sitting proud of his catch at her front door. Her door a slight ajar. She got the picture and knew to end this little talk with the goddess. Mrs goddess is here because Loki ate death again.
"I will fetch Death out of Loki's stomach again. Don't you worry. If it was my stomach, there would have been side affect. But Loki the fluffy white cat. His harmless to god souls." pats the shoulder on her way to scoop the white cat from the floor. Eliza turned away to do her thing to pluck the souls out like always, and with a half twist in tossing death's soul back to the loving worried wife. Waved as she closes her door behind her, and letting Loki run free her apartment. Loki was soon swatting at Omen's. The bird man in fight with a cat amused her for a short time. But she claps and time stops. She walked about frozen time... finds the group of others hidden around here. She pets some of her creatures to relax. Time returns as she provides a pitcher of ice tea and plenty of cups to her coffee table. She scruffed Mat's head on the way past. They knew cover was blown then. Slowly at their own pace to get out of hiding. She back to the kitchen at pondering a meal to cook for her guests.
"SO why leave your door unlocked?" So it began when she back with a tray of made up sandwiches. She sighed sadly of this integration. She makes a finger snap and Loki flees fast... all her creatures did. They know that is her angry snap. Omen even was stuck in spot at not sure if he was about to be fighting her next. Even so, she posed all human like and sits down on a chair that appeared into existence. Crossed legs, and leaning with her own drink. She not the appearance of a child matching their age. Rather she looked the most mature and bored of them all.
"Not that it seems easy for you. Maybe one these others with you could tell." She uses only her left hand in posturing, "What has value to be stolen here? Here in a tower of mage with security cameras aimed at every front door. What here has value for a human to steal for profit?" They all looked around here. How spars in furniture it was. Not even a tv. There was nothing in the food pantry now. It was in fact been very empty until she arrived. There was some items of curiosity but they seemed to disappeared when she snapped her fingers. Nothing really here that was pocketable and easily pawned for money. It is just a gloomy flat with not even working electric. Omen's having seen she taking a human approach is now back to action of brooding near his god follower like a lost dog. Always watching the front door.
"The space in here shouldnt be." A smart ass kid of the group thinking about the floor plans. Had been measuring the wall space a while and knocking walls confused. Once they made thier mind up, seated themselves while speaking this statement.
"It's my tardis." She shrugs.
"Pop culture of whoverse aside." the one with no magic to them and no sight to see abnormal. It be interesting what he sees of her, "You're not even a human. More like a cursed made cloth, sticks and mask." That answered her wondering and really it fits what she thought of clothus when she was a human.
"A good thing you cant see my organs." She sighed, "But I was once human. I changed when something happened to me. You mustn't worry about becoming something like me. I cant turn others into what I am now. I can not even harm a human. I am more or less visible because of magic here in the tower. It's nothing that sceince couldn't explain. I am likely just a trick of the mind, a gloomy bit of shadow from out of the corner of your eye. Nothing great like those god vessels. They are made puppets powered by devotion, beleif and love. I am a similar premise of type. I am made and moved by powers. If we want to burn away time, the ask yourself in what you are and what makes you. How we are all made and what drives us being individuals carries universally." They are childern and all are deathly bored of her already. She preaches like a god does. She got them to shut up and stop asking, a win enough for her.
"You're creepy." She shrugs in this.
"I am at least good at it. I must wear my face to fit in. If you don't understand me, then I am not even here." She crossed a spare set of arms but her original are still leaned as they are. Still holding her drink to lip height, hiding her lack of moving lips. She enjoys the little bit of thrill in freaking them out before tempering it down again. She riding this between fear of making them run away for their lives and the human minds wish to understand the unexplainable. She wants them locked in this state until the dangers of vessel gods moves on.
Omens isn't interfering as he knew she is doing this for their sake. He could tell that she was covering them in illusions and that they are actually in a locked part of Mat's flat. He knows she sent the god vessels into a decoy mock place, but he doesn't know her methodology. She can only keep them as safe as long as they stay ignorant.
It's also turn that there isn't a room next door to this one; the buildings architecture in the living world cant allot space. She lives in a drawing, a stretch of a door that opens to somewhere else. No human can enter a drawing; not without divine or cursed means. She must keep them from asking stupid questions and within the between of fear and calm.
"I heard someone here has a fear of clowns." She altered subject of them talking between themselves without her. Its part of her need to plan, "And another is afraid of spiders." She posed to no one in particualar, "I know of a great legend of someone that was once a travelling enterainer. He walked many countries, sailed over the many seas and in the end dies by the bite of a spider. A tradgic one. He came back among the spirits as a preforming spider demon. Made little money and even less a pocket from the spirit world of already full of monsters. The man went mad. He crossed back among the living, breaking a solemn rule. Plagued a whole village of human settlers of spiders. He was driven to want to pleased people as he did in life. A poor dancing spider." she slaps a hand to the arm of he chair, "You know, he might even pay you a visit. He loves telling tales. He uses his finest silks for puppet shows. Decorating his art with corpses. Very Passionate man whom just wants to be someone's brighter day." She pointed at one them, "You might even love spiders once you met him. They do come in a fantastic range of colours, fur textures and molt like snakes."
Now she did it. Someone started sobbing about being devoured by snakes. She eased back now, letting them ride this through. Omens went to launch at the door at someone opening it but she caught the god bird in time. Holding him close and not minding his biting of her hand. She stands warmly and served the stranger closely.
"Very nice recovery, lord of decay. You must be a new host face underneath. But you are a strong soul as always." She shakes omens off her spare hand and pats death's shoulder, "No one here for taking. You just here to ear wag me. I don't take visitors right now."
"Its exactly why I am here." He sounds new too, but the core of true title is behind the echo, "I request that you dont let your pets eat gods like me again." She sighed and he glares to Omen's.
"His not one of mine. This is the lord of fortunes along the dust trails." Freeing omens to sits at the floor beside her, "Another true title snapping around my business these days. You both are always making time for me. I appreciate the love, backwards and distances as it maybe."
She is being brutely honest.
"If you don't let them free by tomorrow, they will know your meddling in things your exiled from." Death warns and leaves as so. She frowned in making sure his gone. He didn't look at anyone with what he meant by there. So it be a close call of meeting him, but likely not a fatal meeting. She scoops omens up from making sure death left, and she placed him onto Mat's left shoulder. Mat was confused on what she put on him, but wasn't going to ask.
"You should be alright for now. But I can't make any promises that it be smooth out there." She puts a candle to the coffee table between everyone, and lit it. Once it was lit, she was gone and they are clearly in mat's flat. His stuff hung up and the furniture was familiar once again. No one knew for certain about what exactly happened, minds working over time in stress about the more pressing problem for why the god followers were after them all. Mat especially knew that he was one the prized reasons but he couldn't see it in the other kids around them. He couldn't recognize divine and cursed among this group which was stipulated as a divine action by higher gods. He does know, just doesn't share in the same methods as fellow true title follower's of gods do. He clearly never trusts her, an example of divine ability at play as a human.
"Let's move." In group they were quick to evade from the god sight types and slip it to the main stairs down. She packed away the spare food into pack lunches, a thing she can gift off to others easy enough. She back being alone here in this drawing space. Back to having her back pressed to the gate to the abyss she resides in.
The open water was very volitale today, foam built walls blocking between land and sea. The horizon a stormy black murky gloom in flashes of bright lightening. Even the monsters of the coastal sea front tremble at this frightening water war. The only lunatic for miles was her, feet submerged in half buried black sand and knee high water. She plays about the water surface with her hands, catching random crap and throwing it back further into the sea. Bemused of the turbulences. She makes it back to shore, walking its ship wreck treasures and collecting off shaped items. She has even stumbled on some lost souls in stone lock. Pocketing them. She tossed back fish that need the water.
The find of the day was a locked puzzle box... she knew this box from before. The parts of herself that was thrown to sea depth. But here she is escaped out her box... or maybe she had hasn't and this form she is now would be a dream walker state. It was possible that her soul locked in this box. Her clawed hand marked over the runic incompletions. Until these runic pattern was correctly layered, she was locked in there. She thoughtlessly carried this box back to shore. Seated upon a draft wood log and make shift firepit she uses a lot. Staring about the box. She picked up those loose soul stones in remembering they were in her pocket. Laid them to warm up beside her firepit with her. Be pets each stone and left them be soon after. A lightening strike sparked through her, clutching the box in being over charged in energy. The burnt trail marks of the lightening completed what had been missing all along. Churring her inside and out with patterns that matched the puzzle box.
She lays at the fire pit, eyes lost into the dazzle of the flame and in so much pain. It was never a smart idea to provoke death. Krama always has death's back for return debts. It was never safe to be on alone along a beach of monsters in a storm passing through. She eyes dazzled so much that it were but a blur.
"By the power invest in the greater gods, we invoke the call of judgement of someone beyond reach." She heard this much before. You have been summoned by title. She makes it all her strength to pull herself together, melted in places as she is. The puzzle box was turned into her mask. It was clear that without it, she was sightless from the events around her. But she can still feel the audiance and the depth of souls around here. Holding the gaping hole through her stomach is a great start and that she holds her mask to her wish of presense of 'face'.
"And thus, you spoke into the depths past darkness and left behind meaning." She cutting off someone else from speaking, "You invoke someone without play in part in some greater scheme but really that was a bold lie." She now up right enough and moving forwards. Each step left behind a sooty blacken grit of sand and charred cloth, "You shouldn't even put trust in Erebus, his sctratching the backs of Darkwood humans. You cant trsut Omens... he might eat you." She pops something into joint in a pause. She rolled shoulder and continues forwards.
"Well someone rid of it." ingorant one among the blind but plenty are aware the fear the creatures that keeps pests away not acting normal, "Why are the dogs not on move?"
"You dont bite the hands that feed." The leader replying and at faster to prostrate to her path. She takes stop in respect return to the leader and used this moment to peer about the court room and the sort of law invoking happening here. She had even gandered over those being given this sentencing, breaking to a inhuman smile, "Please don't eat them." She tilted to the leader, "They are our neighbours." She pats shoulder of comforting the wolf leader. It lowered in worry.
"Man, you folks have terrible timing. I am not even done being polished over again." She staggered steps to them and held to the table for some balance, "What do I own this fine crossing for today? You can ignore the idiots around us. They arent in the know. None of them has ever crossed... but three. And they are..." She makes a check around, "Not here. So just me."
"What or who are you?" she looked them about in measuring them, "Don't do that."
"Scale up your worth? I sort of have to. I am the keeper of the compdium in this corner of the known. In more exact to your avaible knowing, I am the soul counter. They know me as Lady Empress of the Abyss. You can just call me, Trixie." Thumb to chest proud, "Riddle is currently human and stuff. I am warming up the seat until his back around again. You know life cycles, we cant contorl them here. Just like reverting time around. It just happens, its law that cant be changed. Even for me. I am the one blamed for breaking things or taking the broken." She posed in being warmly freindly to the group, "You look like your missing a crap ton of tome pages. I might have them." She stands straight and opened palms to consider summoning these things to play... but she takes pause in looked right into one them. She breaks posture and altered hand into claws. Ripping out the pest from the host. The host sits dazed and the pest squished between tips. She eased off and back to open empty palms.
"Trixie, you wouldn't happen to have some items?" the guy that can speak her tongue fast enough, "Not just the missing book volumes." She softly nods at this.
"Recovery of lost souls is a duty I do enjoy. It breaks me all the same." She has a jar of captured souls removed from herself. The flesh pulled into a binding of a tome. The tome doesnt belong here. Yet correctly belongs to the person she hands it to. This was clear in how light it felt to them and ease of the tome trust to be opened by them. The care of those souls came with those pages, a jar turned into an amulet. It wears over the human before her.
"Execute the damned Clothus!" She huffed in hearing this.
"Everytime." She complained under breath, "If you lay on finger over me and I would have a great reason to remove the titles of godhood from you!" She snarls right back at them in equal volume. Thanks to this being a room full of god sorts, they know this isn't an bluff. Gods have that all knowing sort of deal around mortals. She is correctly labelled another cursed mortal. She has every right to be angry of them mistaking her and yet she glad they do, showing their alerts to such clothus threats. Any other clothus trying to pose this level of meek words would have been met oblivion.
"That's all I came for. In exchange of your service, you take anything worthless to me in payment." He pulled out a ton of rubbish bits from his travels to get here. Stone he stolen form some elemental plains. There a lot of dirt samples. A skull of a creature she has documented before, but it was a lovely try to being something exotic for her. They had clearly read her sigil information to known this much about her services. They trust her in knowing this wasn't meant to be ownership over the souls in exchange but the duty to bring back or place souls in better environments to thrive in. This task was to satisfaction enough that both sides of exchange felt good. The souls in carry were safer now. The goddess of summons of their homeland came snapping them up after, the price of failed entry was this method of exiling. Eliza wasn't taken with, rather she is left leaning to this table. Barely keeping it together. Taking the strength to stand once more and to hold strong in this harsh light and loud crowd of displeased. Her mind ringing of all these sensory overloaded information.
She sunk once more, knees first into the black sandy beach and fade to half slip out of realities icy waters. Soilder crawling away from sea foam piles and just barily out of the lady summons grasp. Her puzzle box is still in her hand. Held to her empty stomach space, slipped into perfect fit. Laying in staring to a sky with no stars and sun. Remarking the four moons curved and the emptiness. She ponders pointless things, dazzled once again in blurring vision. Laying half washed in water and half sand.
"It was your fault!" her small hands holding wood shapes. Her eyes glimpse over to a child of her mirroring age. The vacant eyes of a child without a soul. She holds the wood block more closely in pondering and slips gaze of the reactions of others and why they were getting along. She slowly lifted back in gaze of the room being white and cushioned. A psychological ward? The nurse in blue and a man guards the door in black. She puts the blocks down and lets her mind flood gate any sort of ideas of what, how and why.
Welcome back as a Human. You retained all your sanity and past memories since the gods cant cast oblivion over your soul. You are still retained as the index core holder. This place is full of Seer kids, they are all to be tome keepers. This is the compound of tome keepers by that side of the family. In order to keep you safe, you been blindfolded and mind locked until now. This kid across from you has cursed you and triggered your awakening. You basically skipped being a baby in exchange of having no memories to this point. You could vaguely tell that you were take from your mother as these other sacrifices are. Also, for you it would seem time skipped forwards. In retrospect, that guy you watch over is now a full time god follower and mage. His currently adviser and butler to the Glader's. They have no interests in meddling the Seers and Fallown cults. You're mostly alone from human perspective. You have us, but we are useless in helping you. Much appreciated the update. Talk to me later. As you wish.
"The brats are unchanged as always here." demon slave in commentary to another, hovering the black uniformed human, "The blood tests showed that only five of this group have direct blood. All of them are the seed of the next head of house. But these are rejected children. The ones they teaching are already moved to the play room. These are to be slain for blood price."
"I watched everything that happened. She didn't take those blocks from your tower. She had them before you." The nurse dealing with the misbehaving child. All will be forgotten as the bell to signal food time was ringing and everyone knew to line up. But she isn't in the obeying mood. She stays seated with peering at the puzzle block before her. It wasn't one the toys here. It is her box, and it was opened. She takes hand into the box and removed out a crystal. She puts the crystal through her, and all her marks as before came back. All those soul patterns she used to adapt from the abyss and visiting time spaces away from here. They were plenty enhanced now. Optimal using of runic magics and control. If the magic energy here was decent, I could have used magic to unlock the doors as I pleased. But no. She takes up the box and pocket it quickly to her shadow storage. The worn through trains is what she seen next. The lowered pose of the blue uniformed gown of the nurse.
"I am afraid." Eliza finds voice, "I don't want to be food." the nurse looked puzzled of that misunderstanding and that it was just kids talk. But the demon understood her real meaning and took hold of the human gaurds in black.
"I had word that this kid needs a check up." The gaurd is brutal in forced her up at her feet, "You deal with the others." The nurse nodding and escorted them. The mean kids snicker glad to be rid of her. The empty ones mindlessly go with the flow.
Make sure to lie about seeing the Sigil panel. It's how they will test you.