"What is your command, empress?" She tilted in hearing someone clicked a knee to the floor behind her.
"As you are folks. I don't plan on meddling. It's folks like Omens that drag things to the light." the solmen head bow and leave of the hidden things. She knew a few undertakers just heard her speaking something, staring confused to each other. She rose her left hand over at her head... the perfect perch for something to land there. She lowered her hand of it not being a bird but the twirl of many serpents. The many black bodies making tongued forked kisses on her. Only wanting just some of her attention for now. Demanding its will at its terms. She minds not, loving the little Ragnar. She soft pets every scale he wanted her to reach.
Climbing in and out of her clothing. Playing in her hair and licking her blood cheek. The wound sealed closed with a scabby substance. He slipped off her, finished with her as he pleased. She looked at her now empty hands and then to the floor. She smirked in how jealous the other is. Scooping a big black body and his wish to bunting on her face too. Purring plenty loud to make things flee. She carried the big baby. His shedding fur sprinkled around them. Once Morpheus was back to sleep, all his traces faded away.
"Welcome back Mistress Nocturm." landing one of the death carrier birds, those that are the mail service between gods and lost soul carriers. They fly between boundaries without human logic to stop them. She pets and feeds the bird as she a generous type to such creatures.
"mail?" it provided her feathers that turned into the mail she requested. She shuffled it all. Just normal merchant requests. A few repear bounties and some soul craft work from good pal death. A court summons that wasn't important to her. Some stuff with Fallowns trying to take her stuff. The Seer's being jerks like normal. Nothing she deemed shattering news. She was happy for such boring mail. She shuffled to death's mail again as he had a private letter among the bounties. He was talking about some time off. How to divide the title to individual souls thus removing the true title of death. Asked if she take over soul name watch, "Soon he be sending me all that stupid stuff that parents do. He is going to spoil them." She folds the mail away and the bird was perpelxed, "Don't worry about it. It's business as normal. Nothing law shattering. It's not the frist time I had such gods step down. I don't think he can avoid his work forever but we will see as time flies."
"Sorry mistress, what are you talking about?" She must be one the frist to know.
"Don't worry about it. Everything is as expected. It's not a big deal." She puts her letters away, "Oh, I have to buy gifts. And make some amulets. Maybe I should send some the dreamers that way, keep them in the loop." She looked at the bounties again, "Little bird, can you send one the nightmares along to miss Life? She will have to be the next to know."
"Ugh... ok. What nightmare?" At least the bird knows those realms are easy access.
"The nightmares will know if you say its me asking for the babby rattle." It flies off and she peers about the bounties in how these were reapers that were being careless of their tome writing. She doesn't get sent them unless death feared their hand work having consequence. She taps the pages in trying to locate their soul conditions and proxy realm locations. There one of them around here. She casts a tackers curse that way. The chain linked on her hip for now.
"You can not cast magic here." Omen's hissed at her, the guy that dislikes her.
"Death's retiring." She told him and he twitched with nerve, "Yeah, like the true title. He's taking a break. You should go tell people." He snarled as she could be joking, "Come on Omens." She play punched his arm, "Taz, seriously. If you doubt me, ask him yourself." He changed to a bird and flew off. Hissed at her as he left. She was counting the moment down and then the tome summoned itself out and throws a tantrum. Pages spraying into figures. They all take it out on her. She stands in the sea of paper figures doing their thing.
"What is going on there?" Mat appraoching softly in not to step on them.
"Just another day with the compendium of souls. It having a tantrum that a favourite soul is on holiday. Same old same old. Not happy as always. All it right with the universe." Eliza had a hand slapped with the leather binding and she shakes that pain away, "Very snappy souls that are unhappy that they think the end of all things is coming. When its not. Its just being stupid." She crossed arms, "Unless of course there was someone that did want to take up that duty to being about the end of the universe." She scaled him and he frowned at her darkly, "Guess not then. See nothing bad." the tome spray ink at her, "Such chidish games." She wipes it off, "It gives undertakers more powers in the meantime and to act as the primary agency for perished beings."
"That be the end of the death order." Mat crossed his arms. she finger guns to him, "You're just joking."
"The man is taking a holiday... ugh... parental leave. Something. It's no one's fault. His not going away forever unless he jumps world boundaries. Nothing like that is going to change the fundamental acting law." Mat stares at her deeply into her like there a lot of things she over looking, "Can't you be happy that the man's going to be a papa?" She hissed at both mat and the tomes, "The poor god has worked so hard and his wife. Poor lass. They should have equal time to be souls with soul things as the rest of us." The tome grumbles in its method and pages pulled back into the floating leather binding. It wacked some idiot reaching it to the floor, "Oi!" She takes the book, "No smacking monarchs of undertakers to the floor because your not happy the for man." She puts the tome away and lowered with picking the undertaker up from the floor with her left hand, "I am so sorry about that. The soul and soulless chronical has its own will power. It's sentient enough to break the no soul objects law."
"That hurt a lot."
"It would, since it consider attack on your soul." she got them to stand striaght, "You're looking fine through. Just a strum like guitar stings." They glare at her a lot, "I can't contorl the book. The book owns me. At least Its the lie I choose." She sighed, "You seen the floating book and just had to know. You undertakers are all the same. Always chasing the myth about tomes being self acting." she laughed a little, "Man, if only. There wouldnt be work to do."
"I dont like you." She nods at that.
"I get that alot." She smiled, "It's good enough for me."
"Stop being creepy." Mat wacked her arm, "respect the king."
"A pleasant surprise to see you good King. Looking swag in the new bow tie. Not sure about the ruffle but you do you." Pats back of the king in least royal manner possible, "Lols the same as always with the concrete set wrong at the door. I like the ceiling, very ambitious." Mat pulled her away and made them both bow.
"Empress of Noctorm.You're too human." She up right with a shrug. "Do you always appear at the turn of turmoil?"
"Do I? I see it simmering and step up in offering my help when things break. Once the pot bubble over is went folks beg to late. I am not made of impossibility." The lost stare of ignorant people. She gives a sassy head shake and Mat sighed long for trying to have composure.
"I need this soul pried out of this God trap." The king taking a spear from someone close by. Dropped to her hands. She caught it fine and the gasping of horror by the other undertakers. Pride whispering to Mat ear about this spear.
"Mmmm... Why?" She looked to king in the eyes, "You have something against the universe?" The king tilted confused in this, knowing she can do exactly as asked, "But hey if you want to erase crap. Sure." He takes the spear from her, "change mind? It doesn't matter if or when." He takes the weight and get from the throw at her. She caught it easily and pets the item. She shakes disappointed of an obvious try. She unfazed and unaffected by the energy. The insanity and intense power graphed in this soul embedded into the spear. This is the Ender title current form without host. She likely the only being that understood the depths and pains. She isn't afraid but welcoming of the soul.
"Proof that your a freak." The undertaker monarch hissed.
"Single minded. Such one way perspective." She does the unthinkable, something she does a lot to other soul beings. It is her gift as someone that contorls the soul boundaries between known and unknown. This spear form is a unknown form, the soul inside belongs here. So it was about time to give form to them for inside law. They have a tome. A place. Name. She could feel the compendium of souls at act in calculations of grander things. This soul is the future book title, when all other souls have left this reality. She will be the only other being to know this name and will always respect a thing of purpose to its duty. Just as death is a god to shepherd souls. The book takes shuffle in finally organizing the name in the translation into this existence, her energy leaching from her hands into this object. She held no control of what it was making her do. Takening the spear through the once hole through her torso was part if it. Doing this now was to forfeit human status, but by given law this is a cursed object with mind manipulated property. Witnesses around her will just think she was trying to take her life without a second thought. There was plenty that stepped forward in wanting to stop her, it meant altering her into one them and even Miss Pride had morals. Mat being the closest one and the most human was trying to stop her. He finds her arms not of her strength and half her face not her own contorl.
"I find you level of commitment to bring back things satisfying. But you really need me?" Her lips spoke someone else's voice. That beyond death expression it makes her carry, "I watched you pull all those pages back together. You repairs everything in the many forms and hands. You took hold of owning the breaking of laws like a crown of thrones." It can see her memories of her soul, "You." It sees all her memories, "You would make the distance." It coldly tilts, "You seen this place in the ruin. The torso stacked. The tomes blood marked." Peering at everyone.
"I just can't get over him." Simple words that torn new emotions through this active other being in her. He sees her memory, "I will gladly do it again and undo my hands of everything. I walk away if it meant him." The twist of it being tortured by her very resolve and then leave her in feeling as if being her through the trials of many laws. The many caused rifts of soul she took. The pages of erased other times in their history. Her depth terrified this Ender title. It withdrew taking her.
"Don't you know, Ender? The means of devotion, reverence and sanity. They are exactly the same as Love, Justice and Belief." Her normal grip of her hands is back and finally Mat got that spear from her. Left hand caught her falling backwards The spear took hold of Mat's as he fell to knees holding her and the spear. The divine marks of Omens glow around them. Blocking undertakers being able to step in. Just as it was for her, this entity is measuring the depth of souls and the willingness to pull sin. It is through Mat's soul that it Witnesses the other half of what she was missing. The very reasons she couldn't have these memories was because they were his. She took his sin and he the one that cascade the enactment of those laws in the first place. Plenty of strange problems rose because they were once a pair.
They were once a bond between living and dead; breaking so many laws and yet it was able sitation around clothus. He sees even this guy was part clothus, hands did much more gritter darker sin and shed many of his own soul layers as he was breaking his own morality. She paying his price. She erased his mind memories when it most needed. He will always be the soul of scars and no recollection of how.
They were exactly the right mix of right and wrong. The both of them. At her core, she is the one with mercy and empathy. At his core was the counter opposite, but he held the reasoning, wisdom and resolve better then she could. Her hold of abyss beings is proof she hurts to much to take erasing things as mercy.
"The sort of righteousness. Willing to face the distance blindly." Mat found his own lips not speaking his words now, "I can see why she did. What she did. You will need each other. Hate as you may, it's the depth seed of core care underneath that hate you deny thinking you hold." He tilts in the now memories and those back further. It can't see those memories she had but it was that her sin was blinding him. She used herself to tie his eyes so he may never see what he does. But even when the blind slips it mattered not. He still did all those things even behind her back. She leanred he did them and still carried him on her back all the same. She faith in holding his sanity together and the willing lie he took to keep her that way. Even if sight is removed, it doesn't remove those other senses. And now it's reverse. She's the sinner blinded by his faith. His the Saint paving her from the fall. A perfect mirror of what they wanted to be before they were back to this soul origin. They might as well be a married couple, better then those examples of scynonized undertaker pairs.
"What will you do with such powers? Why need them?" Omens whispering in trying to break this Ender titles grasp, hoping to slide some sanity and reason. But it doesn't work.
"You're not strong enough, Taz." The title shakes Mat's head with signing like a human, "You're to fragile."
"Why him?" Omen's pleading to the title of Ender.
"You ask stupid questions." Omens hissed in offense of being told this to often. It defines that this reaction has a cascade of alteration for the Ender, as it was not ready to hear a deviation from fates, time and order. Then soon narrows guessing omens was just taking a scenic route to the same conclusion. It had even made a warm smile in this. Omens tried to enact divine provision of soul alteration, a mircale to stop God followers being tainted by their visitor law surrounding. A sort of god followers excuse for walking afterlife realms.
"This only works temporarily and it matters not which one of the two." The spear taken enough energy now and then stuck through both of them. By omens hands, not the gods full faculties in control. The spear was through her consistently gutting her middle while taking vertebrae and ended poking Mat's back, the needle sharp end point in between bones. She at full senses in pain and attached of all her soul fragments, feeling this rip through her many spirit body forms. Even as a damned part clothus, ink black mixing red blood.
Terror and turmoil in the god wrapping back around in having self-control and seeing the damaged irreversible. The tomes too and soon a gate with the true title of death intervenes. Stands over omens, casting downwards of personal knowledge before Death striaghtens and was the indifferent judge as he has always been.
"Miss Eliza. If you please." Posed open right palm. She snaps senses and breaks in places. The sounds of her own human life lost the struggle.
"I hate this spear. Not the first time. Gladly not at all like that frist time. Sheesh that headache. Feeling the wave of movement through the soul." It's her cursed mask that rips itself from off. The clothy skin material with a massive gasping dripping hold through. She folds corner ends of her material to act as limbs, breaking the mask jaw from the upper half the mask. Death had to back off from that.
"I have a lot of questions." She helps Mat's soul stand at her side and that he was for the first time as he remembered becoming damned. He looked about his hands and his broken chains. Plenty of strange mangled metal that might have been an older chain once. He pats about his chest having a hole, heart speared right through. Omens can't see his followers soul. Only that omens reached over and mourns over this loss.
"Omens wrath isn't over yet." She informed with helping death with editing soul names in the compendium this automatically altered the transfer of life to death for both of them and it was toned in warning about the cascade of souls to end in Omen's jaws.
Breaking him from repaired true concpet into god despair and destruction of maybe several pantheon. It's his sorrow and fear that takes away the faiths lot from the 1900 onwards. So the way faith is empowered has to change. Human studies in why the decline of blind devote church going will say the change in lifestyle, technology and human sciences is why it declined so rapidly. But the afterlife reason is this exact moment of turning times. As the true title of death steps down from his top managing seat, the erasure of several hidden cultures by omens blind rage against fate and fate paving this change to set away from decline by clothus.
"It doesn't change that it will fall to the undertakers to take over the tomes. Assuming they can." She nods to death, "they don't seem ready." She gives her hand over to death, her right hand and he takes her on this. Through this connection he seems her memories of other universes as she was the only undertaker. This connection showed over universe concept of deaths forms. This also then glimpsed the future she knew, as now the link of the titles merged now. The next death's from this point on were investigations by undertakers and oath walkers through the sigil path panel. Now souls whom be missed can opt in reaper salary through the guild or undertaket kingdoms. Under her stamp with been the final authorizes to soul name editing. Death's released hand and is released of his duty. He unchanged outside but his aura is lost.
"Oddly enough, you have to the exam again but if and when we meet again - I know where the true title soul will be. I will know how to return things to the domain you held." She held that aura now, "I had to take part of your soul in this, so your going to need it back eventually. I will gaurd it. The price of stepping down. It's normally worse for concpet gods, often reverting back to thier origin. But you knew me. I twisted things. It might make others unhappy but they could have asked me at any time. There is ways to always find me. Although you got to be insane too." He tilted down and laughed. He cries a little too. So much burden made him lighter. He also felt stressed of this weight missing. Swept aside as she provides a cursed doorway. She was smirking, "You considered damned, so of course you can use shadow corridors and broken gates. Isn't she waiting?" He hugs her inspite the wounds and blood. He held her neck whispered a strange set of unintelligible note and away through. She nods at this and books back to her focus as the gate breaks into glass shards. She is impelled by these shards too, wearing them on her skins. The process seem to move at through own accord and filled in that gaping hole. She solidified as presences hands frist to the book before her. Death's blade hovered at her back in resting.
"You totally didn't just eat him." The Ender forms through Mat and speaks as if host attached to him. Likely case, his a better match. Omens is still groveling at the corpses. He could suddenly hear her and Mat as spirits now death left.
"It's complicated. He stepped down to have a easier break. Cut the man some slack. Sheesh. He have to take the place back eventually. Death can't be forever. Your just the embrace of eternity and he isn't doing that yet either." She speaks death language easier.
"You have no authority! Your a mortal human!" Mat speaking Ender in now scynoronizing the title to host. She sees him lower in agony of memories dropped on him.
"You wouldn't say that again." She huffed in finishing touches the time morphed through into her, "Right so... now." She posed hand and whistled a pitch that made the whole room. Fall into craze and sink in misery. The Ender was going to strangle her and stops short of the way the blade of death alters into a metal person. It takes a tome and cycled through and waves a true title doorway to continue its will. Thousands of gates open of posed open right hands waiting to be marked.
She's not a fool. She clicked clicked like metal and off they all scram. Even undertakers. Morach pucked up and moved out of this. Plenty of esteemed beings lingered the halls.
"I moved the portions needed to the scythe, idiot. I have enough to do without being true titles place. It's as he wanted it anyways. Now the blade's without reapers or death gods can act freely without a wilder. They do however still prefer partners for humaniod customs." The Ender lowered in shock and Omen steps up shivering. In tears.
"Not again. I tried so hard." Omens recounting the way the Ender of his origin acted.
"I am not Daniel." The Ender hissed, "Don't assume each Ender is the same." Omens can't understand and she huffed.
"His not the Ender title you had before. His this spaces title. Not that other one, your origin. They arent the same enders. The way each hands internal laws and the balance act between insane and sane makes each unique." She shurgs in translation to omens and omens is bewildered he can't understand his Mat, "The language used is one based in soul travel and universal concepting with other enders. Your still using your clothus accent, idiot." Play punched Mat's arm. Mat hissed at her, "that didn't hurt. Your just being sensitive to aura. Man up. This is the divide between dream worlds, living realm and the no completely dismantled domain of death. The tower is burnt and the tomes seemingly have gone missing. That's no true but whatever. It's now undertakers to take up seeking what happened and why. They likely have the skull domain undertakers now taking charge of reapers that lot everything and handling informing all remains of death gods. In for a shock for that, their totally fine. They feel funny but they will be fine. That knowing something is off set and partly missing. It will not degrade their practice."
"Tomes!" Mat hissed again for her collar.
"Are complete in my library fine." She grapples his front back, "Your over reacting."
"I hate you." He attempt to throw her away but finds her the stronger spirit. He wasn't ready to be met with a brick wall act.
"Sure you do." She sarcastic and left him, "Your no longer spear locked Mr Ender. Free to screw us all or leave us to beg at your knees. Whatever floats your boat. You should pay Philip and Twilight a little hello. Get your head straight. Just not drunk on return. The nightmares will be crawling for that." He has little affect on her. Scaling in wonder why is she freakishly more able then he the title if this place.