"Fatal car accident with a sign post. It's not uncommon." The local creature guided them to what life excuse for what happened to them was. It bows softly once they arrived at their place of death. Leaving them be. Stood where the pedestrian walk for road crossing is blocked with police. They are pinned through a stop sign yet also both dart target dolls onto the now fallen road lights that crushed a truck of cargo. This is what reality glitched their deaths being. It made logical sense, in term of this being at this crossing to Mat's favorite pub. It's also not far where she met him this time around in the forest cave entry where the demon summoning was. The main bypass to Avbury standing stone circle. All the creepy pangan hallmarks of strange quintessential superstitious belief. Even the mockery murder of black feathered birds squeal and coo upon road side trees and roof tops. The fact that the truck was carrying movie props for a movie meant the spillage of weapons and broken armour plates.
"My life does feel like it's in movie." She peers about the place. She looked on to how mages took over this case as Mat was a very important person for them. Always narrow misses but not today. Mages can see them stood at their corpses and better understanding of how to square away any left over business.
"You're insane." He grumbles at her. He seems bewildered of how things became and the turn of turmoil dealt to them. He felt his gut and heart sank as the more people give prayer for him. She had no one for her. As expected. She felt the sorrow and envy of how he is loved and she is cast away. But she takes this as this is the only universe that cast her aside. The Ender title in reflection soon jolted at the way she had moved away as his host. Mat enjoys the love and fair well from the people connected to him of this life.
"I demand access!" She heard on cue and still she refused. With the human death of her name, the index should have passed to the next human. This isn't the case since she more qualified even after she lost her human side. But there will always be Seers and Fallowns trying hand in outrageous demands.
"What we had is long gone, you should learn to change way to reach out for me." She replies coldly upon closing the gate thst tome wielder begged from. It was fitting too. The only people left that could have mattered in her life that should have her back, the last one to hold something of a tie.
They couldn't even do that. There seems only darkness and gloom where she stands taking underneath the crow filled tree. Mat wanted to follow people and never the ghost part of his time. She doesn't stop him. Reserved from upsetting him more. She held back all the more so he may enjoy this time as a unshackled untied man. His title seeing the rift apart and the way she erased so quickly. Forgotten about and put a side. It's the very opposite of how it seen her memories.
"May I?" Leaving his host to be at her side.
"I see why not. You're as much a free soul as everyone else. You within these boundaries can enjoy the cake in all its bounty. You don't want to be left out." It tilted in knowing she likely felt like those words were something she wanted to hear. It can't understand why she isn't part taking freedom as it can. Feeling it missing out about something with her.
"Aren't there people you want to make sure are OK?" Watch Mat briefly as it assumes she was more attached to life then he was. She looked down at her feet in thought and sighed in having this answer like always. So she looked up to stare over to Mat with this cursed mask. She felt shaken inside but she takes contorl this small pass. Posed her left hand open, flustering a few pages about to spy on the soul conditions. It's plenty enough for her to take information. It doesn't notice her abilities, doesn't care to really pay attention to her.
"My mother had three more children. She moved on enough to keep going and continue a happy life. My brother is about to become a monarch for the death order segment being welcomed among the undertaker law system. My cult families are about to be used like the tools they were purposed being. Mattu is going to seek his previous life and the grave site he share with Pride. He reflect on the undertaker life that was taken away when he turned human. He likely train under a monarchy and return to shadow hand. His predictable." She puts those pages away and crossed arms, she even leaned back on the tree with disturbing the crows coak,"My grandfather that removed himself from the cult activity for a normal human life is now a minister within the heaven courts. His about to be to busy. I had no friends. I had no lovers. I died a short life as always. Accomplished little. At best my retail life will be missed and some merchants wondering when I can restock hell items." She sounds all figured out then. The title peers satisfied. She watched it walk back to him. She lowered in knowing it wasn't even bothered to hear her. She just have to wait for it to come back another time.
"Aren't you going to tell them that your a true title of soul order?" Omens hissed.
"What be the fun in spoiling the mood?" She hugs herself tighter in being cold. Omen made his last scream at her and leaves to shoulder ride Mat like always.
Everything stopped for her. There isn't anyone or a reason for it. She has a disrupted connection with existence; her soul at full compacity causes curtains between a current to a no where to place her in. She is loosing form and hold for only a moment. She unbinds all her hidden peices; all those broken scars she tucked away to squeeze into a human lifetime. During this laspsed moment of the realms is just her, without another soul nearby. She was in a curtain version of reality that only she was there, the just empty cars and half open broken truck on the side.
No cops stood about. Even the mages. Hidden sight creatures that love her. Nothing was here. So she cast something over her soul and this act put her back. She is back at the tree, at the check glance of Mat looking back to her. She felt his dark gaze to her and the sharp turn to leave her behind. She had to break one of her claws to pull herself back in just a little more. It's a loud pop that made police duck confused for gun fire or firework.
She summons up one of her made vessels she had prepared for when time came. Held in the same storage as the tomes and path walkers gear. Her soul now occupied the bones from God eaters that been carved body shape and it full armoured with scales and crystal stones. At glance it mock human structures but there is plenty of inhuman features within this puppet body.
It was just something she prepared for. She knew eventually her human life will stop. She would stop getting clasp by living realm laws. It was a project that made her fit her title best. She settled her soul within this body and crackled the spine to working condition. Stepping into the human world and into the bright gloomy clouded covered this sky provides. Wet by occasional specks of British rain. The feeling of rain sliding down her head and shoulders was more then enough to know they can see her this way.
"I came when I could." She plays well into the role among human agents of mage, "forgive me being late." She helped to move the bodies - respected at best she can give. Blended into among the mage agents. Befitting a middle aged women and cold eyes. Her hands seem danty delicate. She stands away with the two corpses on back of an ambulance now. She cast tracker curse on another reaper that she had bounties with the Death in concern about. The guy showed up with scratched head over the tome acting strange for him. Just as Eliza was to deal with this reaper.
"Excuse me." Jess reached and took tap of Eliza shoulder. It stops Eliza on her tracks to pay mind to the human before her. Once the two were in depth of stare. It was Jess to cry for Eliza's sake. Eliza shaken and grateful for someone to care for her; Eliza had to turned away. The reaper was gone but at least thats another one with curse tracker on. Eliza isn't to cry in this form or there be reproductions to tomes she protects.
Josh in having just finished an Ender conversation to Mat about vague damned things of news. Moved over to console Jess and give Eliza a respected bow. She shook that it was pointless (more likely to try to keep her self uneffected by the emotions) and that she was back to staring the distance where her corpse had been. She lets the memories of what should have happen in focus to play.
When they returned from visiting, the exit of the realm was the pub here. That's why they were leaving. Crossing to the bus stop. They were the sensible people; the fault of this freak accident goes to the motor cyclist that was pushed into a sign and the light pole. But even then, the cyclist was a victim to the movies prop truck that was toppled by the over lights. Instant karma with two dead, one truck driver injured for life and the biker lightly skinned by the concrete. A freak accident.
Her right hand held over the gaping hole that has became a noticeable feature about her appearance if she is looked upon as an inhuman. She had always habit of holding her front gut like she was always holding her stomach back in. It now seemed as this very injury was something she knew about. That she posed this way in worrying or pain.
"The gathering of undertaker kingdoms is soon." She heard Josh, "You be able to fit into a kingdom." She clasps her hands at her front and faced him gently with a lowered head.
"Much work to do." She scales him feet first and couldn't meet at eyes, "Don't worry about my alliances. Such things depend on how things are. But I can't see myself being tied to anything pointless. I think I will just need to fetch stock first."
"Are you going somewhere dangerous?"
"This realm is dangerous for spirit people. I would ironically be safer in hell. It's one the stops I will be making. Did you want some magic stuff from there? I know a lot of good harvest spots for crystal that the damned can consume." He sighed sad for her but nods at this request, "I will come see you again, Josh. The chains that tie you and the contract under dark practice... it's my specialty in removal. When its time, I will come to free you from this realm. But until then, enjoy life and all its bounty. I will find you regardless of what conditions you are in." She reached to herself, "see, We aren't that different." This curse chain is soon visible to him as she held it, "I am one of only 19 souls that contorl and see these chains. That aren't of divine gods or a being tied to clothus traps. Don't trust those that can. Although, Mat is one to. He doesn't know his strengths." She turns away, "I might stop by a few times during your life, just in curiosity and checking on you and Jess. I will be in the bottom mage markets in dark corners. The only visible vender in candle light."
"I will need some those crystals. That you meant." She gentle nods at this, smiles softly. She waved to him and with her right hand lifted the veils... slipping into the summoning corridors. The realm space that summons uses to reach worlds. Salt is left behind in sealing the gap closed.
So many notifications that prompt and crashed. She free falls the space since she not got any particular directions to take. The way the curtain twist her about and fling her to strike surfaces, avoiding her entry into those places. She really was rapidly descending the living realms.
Splashed into a river of no under current. Sinking to the very bottom between strong reeds of unknown make. She stays within this watery gloom with glaring at the many broken sigil panels. Such panels soon dismissed themselves and her veiw to look up at the surface is clear. The Reed wiggled her about and with flexing soon turned the tops to reach over her. Grappling her into a grip and lifting her from the water. The hands investigated her shape and energy. Lifted her to the surface and hooked around her waist to be pulled onto a old tree carved boat. The style and its many repairs would obviously make this the riverman of the Styx. Making those hands the hidden god of Styx.
"Beloved dark lady of the tomes." The river man recognized her, "your not human today. Are you dreaming again?" She did dream walk around d this place alot.
"No... I had died in a freak accident beside omens follower. We were both strike through by the same pole." She stays laying at the boat floor as the ferryman gets a move on. She provides the toll, mixed amounts of ancient Mediterranean currency is stacked at the seat she would be on. She watched the fissures of the ceiling or changes to open air above them. Ferry man and his boat on this handy river going about business as peralways.
"Losing you life again must be just another Monday morning for you." Ferry man sees her a lot between human lives.
"This time I am not attached enough to the living realm to be put back there. But who knows, maybe I could be reborn into an animal." He shrugs with her comment. They were making a stop at a port.
"Just on time." The pocket watch is clasped closed and the ferry man is paid. This coin given was tossed to the rivers wish. As paying the river is the actual turth and not the ferry man that sold his soul to be the boat pusher. The money is for the Styx to allow them passage on Styx. Parts of her toll is tossed to but the majority of the stack is left alone. She puts a new stake to replace the one that was taken. The guy getting on grimaced at her.
"Allowing pets on?" She spat into a laughter about that. The ferry man thinks about this and snickered too. Once they had contorl, they are carried down the rivers waters. The open air has flowing aura changing and clashes. The lights of aura dancing makes her calm and at peace.
"Maddness has taken hold in you." The pocket watch man muttered, "it matters not."
"Mmm... Madness? What is that? What would you say is the limit between Madness and insanity?" She passes conversation fluently in the riders tongue.
"I think it's the difference between one accidental murder and a massacre in the heart of a busy place." The ferry man posed some of his guess. She nods at this being a good answer.
"Madness is the first step to loosing you morals. If you trail this path to long, then there is no turning back. You are to broken to be among one of us. You have officially turned insane with no return." The rider holding his watch close and dearly.
"I rather be broken and unique then a sheep." She sits up in holding her knees, "There is nothing more brave then not being a part of conformity. But to break norms to the point of being a harm to others does cross that line of insanity. Often excused as just a laspse of once life meltdown of madness." She looked upon the shores of the river, slumped to the boats edge to half lay watching the passing scenery.
"Is there any big news?" Ferry man throwing a change of subject.
"The true titles are in mass panic with how death stepped down from his position. There be a change in agency in the handling of shepherd souls into the afterlife. The soul of death is on holiday and will be back to continue eventually. If he doesn't, there are plenty of folks that could replace... it just be a shame to replace the unique soul." She states causally and even the boat stopped a while from sailing, "You have to wish them congratulations and see him confused on why you knew to say that. They will need passage on this boat. That will be my gift." Posed back to the stack of many coins.
"If you say so, Trickster." The ferry man steps bagging it away for now. The boat moved onwards, "You have the full soul names list... you would know the truth." He said this to explain to the other rider.
"Reminding me." She removed the lost pocket watch from her beach travels. It's still ticking, "Here." Gifted to the rider with her left hand, "I don't belong to time."
"Creep." The man takes the watch and peers about it for a long while. How it stops ticking in his hands. He peers about the model and shook. He returned it back, "It doesn't belong here." She takes it back and it was alive again, "It a much better watch then my own." She looked about it and pockets it back, "Where did you find it?"
"You can't go there." The rope loops onto the port stand and she leaps off frist. Helps pulling the rope to bring the boat closer. The rider exits off the boat. The ferry man hops off to. Tied the ropes neatly. He soon sits on the dock port watching the distance. She brought out a tool belt of carving stone tools. She rubs hands with ready to start. The river is blocked here and she here to carve through. The rider leaves to some other realm opening as tracking on foot will be faster now. Grumbles in disbelief of the things he witnessed with the boat man today.
She jumps right back into the water and swims the distance. She sinks upon reaching the once opening. Getting to work at breaking the grown crystal that blocked this path. She harvests this crystals at leisure while being of help to Styx to be free flowing this segment again. She was under a long time and making plenty of progress faster then intended. She gets to ahead of herself as she made her work very pretty. Not that anyone will every see it or care about her art. She soon scrapped in another one of her memories from another universe.
This is a court room scene as she prevents the execution of important values. Just another time she was ahead of change before change even knew to take that direction. She was balancing on the archway with her foot hooked onto it. Hung upside down as she makes the last touches. Petting an image of many enders seated along pews in anger. The other side is the many gods that prevents their duty. Her at the judging seat listening to all these things. She pets particularly the uncarved figure of her Curiosity. She can't bring herself to make his image. Her foot slips and she landed not in water but the boat.
"Let's continue." The ferry man softly pushes on. She stares in how her archway leaving it behind. She puts her tools back to storage, "So how long have you been hiding your soul age?"
"A long time." She replies, "I came to that end and was returned to my universe of origin. I wasn't welcomed home. Rather I was seen as a fear. A curse. A broken and unworthy soul. I left a scared human with broken laws. I came back repent, a goddess of her craft and rejected by conformity. I make do with the soul repairs I was granted. I could leave. But. Someone here matters to me. I don't want to leave them behind and betray the foundational platform we carved." She folds up comfortably and back to watching the air changing. The dancing auras and soul wavelengths. The strange chains that connect realms of hell together. She lays enjoying the ride. She never been this relaxed in a long time. It's why she loves this boat ride.
"What happened to this realm?" The ferry man looking to the devastating remains of the demon kingdom here.
"The eclipse to the living realm was lost. The people starved and riots. War broke among and madness held. They be recovering soon. Worry little. Change was always needed here." He keeps going peering dead here, "Hell had its own recycle soul system. Souls locked in hell have to be refined before returned to living realms. If you know the path, you could be out of here quickly in a matter of speaking. The scavengers will clean it up. Those bugs are a big part of keeping corpses down." He turned away to stop watching, "Life and death are universal concepts. They rein even in hell." She posed open palm with breaking out pages of tome. She gazes over the damage and soon she nods glad. She puts it away, "My Luna will move them away. Sunna will soon follow after. Isolde will push new souls here." Relaxed once again, "The walkers will provide trades and it will florish enough."
"I don't beleive in you." The river man frowns.
"I know." She felt warm in this place to want to sleep, "I don't rely on others to. No one relies in any belief toward me." She drifts into closed eyes and the energy strikes around her. Adding cloth layers. The aura of this place binds on her. Cleaning the veils of unspent energy. Causing a vacuum effect to signal her creatures to do thier jobs. She was deep in mummy wrap and held in a death pose. Her hands clasp closed at her front. Glad to be carried by her favourite ride.
"Don't disturb them. You don't want to tangle with their business." She heard warned. He must have picked up others. She felt the auras of divine protection and this blocks her from knowing if these were humans or gods.
"What harm is a corpse?" She heard. Given the voice tone and wavering with breath. Life status. But it not a tell for human or God.
"This is hell... nothing is turly a corpse." That sounds like her brother, "Besides... there isn't anyone more creepy then her." Yup its him. She stretched and sits up. She moved to make space. She stays at the boat end, "How is being dead been?"
"Same as always." She shurgs and spoke as humans do. Her achievement to pull a living voice in a body not human is a feat in itself. She pats pocket and was soon with a cigarette which was manufactured by the dream realms. It will help give the appearance of breath and mock breathing. She does this to relax humans to mock among humans. It a subconscious trick. She good at tricks.