They were not in the mood to talk anything with her. She has been assumed the causes for the fall of death order. The unanswerable reason for why the true title of death was no available and why even the gods among themselves can't enact death laws.
"We going back the old method." She talk to the ferry man that was keen to what will happen without the true title of death, "the way it was before we reconginzed the gods. The law of death is still here, it still happens but the personification of this law is currently figureless. We do this with just treating the way of passing as we do for living becoming alive. There isn't always a figure present for every born life. There isn't going to be a death god at every death that happens. But these things are still happening regardless. Humans aren't becoming undead. Angels, demons and undertakers aren't instantly given breath of life upon entry into human world. You could say nothing changes at all."
The ferry man nods very impressed by this and understood things plenty. She flicked ash on herself than the water or the boat. Her brother sits having a headache with how she makes his part of this 'simple'.
"Fuck this..." He had boiled over enough and stood, "As the first act as the monarch of the death gods among undertakers. You are to be my shadow hand!" He hissed at her. She rolled the cigarette between her lips from one side of her face to the other.
"You poor boy." She huffed smoke at his face and he temporary blinded by it. She stands as he trying to waft the smoke away, "As the watcher of the tome pages, I decline this position. Rather instead I command oath that you stay to keeping th pages clean and protected from the scoundrels that break things." She stood over him and he sits back down in fear of her. He nods simple and she she sits back down. Smoking away the last part, dudding it on her left knee. She back to sulking and the ferry man leaned with tongue click.
"I hope the weekend gets better then this." The ferry man putting the oar aside and leans at the front point. Looking upon the party of riders.
"I have a lot of questions." A minor death god in her brother company voiced.
"Don't bother. You might ask something stupid." The ferry man warned, "the fight between humans isn't our concern." He turns in looking to another blocked part of the river, "Yo miss. Another block."
"On it." She jumped into the water and swims. She climbs the wall of more crystal and breaks free some of the arms of styxs stuck in this one. She finds that its a time block beyond this crystal. So she pulled herself into this realm of broken time. She spots a time keeper being killed here at the water edge. It was the cause of the time stop. She can't stop the death but she can move the time peice that is trying to protect itself. She makes it to the shore and climbs on land. She used this frozen time to do a hunch of collecting. She did some death god duties of soul changes in the tomes for when time continued. She stole a bunch of stuff that be trash anyways, as this was common for path walkers like her. She carved the other end of the rivers block that is the exit of this realm. She spies in the realm ahead is the stop her brother needed. She uses freeze time to spill there too and do more stuff. She got back and moved the pocket watch, hung it to a random merchant stall for fate to take care of it. She stood over the demon that killed the pocket watch holder. It jolts afraid and into the styxs. The styxs takes it under and breaks its. She hops onto the ferry as it was close enough for her.
"Hell is full of up heveal. Just another day." She helps the ferry man to dock onto the spot that they were destined for. She made a plank pull from storage to stop them falling into the styxs. The ferry man nods agreeing. They sit at the dock together in how everyone else was soon busy with boring life habits. She offered a cigarette to the ferry man and he take one. They light their own and stare at the styxs. Ignoring the faff the people in shock to see the styxs returned in this area. The revival of the free flow to further hell realms onwards meant it was time to take a break. This is until the god soul of Styxs settled all fragments in unison once more. There will be no safe travels for the ferry man during this unheavel.
"What do you see at the other shore?" The ferry man asking about the side he has never been to. The unpopular side, less things take lands on that side. Where all the demon settlements are on the outer bends. The styxs is a boundary itself, between the hell of horror and the hell of demon territory and god domains. The ferry man doesn't cross to the horror side. The shore they both sit staring from the dock.
"It depends on the types of sins you have beleif in." She eased back looking at there and puffed the cloud to travel to reach that way, "The more pressing problem you have with the law you have it against the worse it is."
"Lack of charity." He flicked ash at his side, "When I look at that shore, I see those that I could have gave a hand out of the water. But he tests me. Makes sure I never do so."
"You're right handed aren't you?" She tilts to him and he nods, "That's why. When you make a solemn vow over your soul, no matter own insignificant it will seem at the surface. Giving you right hand burdens your soul to that you reach for. It's how things like clothus enslave us." She pats his side, "The styxs is trying to protect you with harsh love." She posed her left hand forwards.
"But it the left hand that isn't sincere." She glad he can read between lines. She is back forward but to look at her reflection in the calm water at their feet. She looked at all the past looks she was and the ideas of looks she had for the future. The number possibilities she can be. She looks slowly up to the shore across and the way she used to be the one standing there wishing to where she is now.
"It a shore full of things that envy us." She puts out the finished cigarette and stands up now, "They can't come over and thus they stare at us with pleading. Stare with anger and envy. They can't have what those this side has. They are the things that lack souls. Lack moral. They have no name. They have only hunger that cant be satisfied." She makes some adjustments to her belts and gear. She the pose open a hand which brought forth a long bow. She then had a quiver full of many strange made arrows. Her tips of her fingers dances the feather ends, "Don't pity them. They are ungrateful beings that ended up over there because they did something to be rejected. Although occasionally there is folks like me and gods that need a hand to come back. The other things... they will eat you and take you place. Erase you." She picked her arrow now and she hooked in the shot. She puts her feet ready and then rolls comfortable. Once she sets her eyes on a spot there, she drew back the long bow full weight and at graces released this. It flight with a whistle and stuck hard into the dune beyond reach on the other beach. She lowered and watched the arrow be inspected. How the things have moved in fear and now wary of smelling that arrow. The ones that got the message. Leave. There only lingered four now. She puts the bow away, use to seeing them four following her every move.
"Who are they?" The ferry man can see them then. It's rare anyone does. She sits back beside him.
"Ender titles of our neighbours. They contorl time space of their realms. They can't enact law here. They can't existence unless the Ender of this time space chooses it. We are long term allies with them. I protect their tomes as they requested of me, they love reminding me with a little ghost act." She unfazed with the return arrow striking the post beside her on the dock. It attached a long ribbon of spell craft. It's close enough to sending mail as it gets. It's why she collects spells then uses them. She steals other people's casting for this. Wasted spells are especially her gig. She collected the arrow and reads her mail as per calm. It's nothing that exciting for her.
"Send a our ender a little request for our visitors. Tell him that Daniel and Philip are wanting to check in." She summons a ink crow and it flew off. She back down leaning on her legs looking out to them with the ferry man.
"What stops folks like them crossing the styxs?"
"The styxs eats them." She shrugs, "You do realize the river is a creature that need food to. Those that you likely didn't get saved ate fed to the river. The coins feed it too. It's why it requires a coin. Your just a helpful advertisement to attract more idiots to swim." She is slapped in the arm for that. It was the river being mad at her for speaking it, "Hey. I am just saying. I am no different in his situation." She posed open the tomes, "These books are my river. These words on pages are the coins I have to feed them. I am just the poster girl holding and looking after them."
"I get it and the river has been good to me. Even instead of having the boat on turmoil, we are here taking advantage of this peace. It's always been looking after my needs as it for them. I turly enjoy this way I have." Another happy with its place and purpose to exist. She closed away the tomes as the intent to check was no longer needed. She checked over her binds. The few things that still tied her here. She just couldn't help herself to see about strumming the thread that attached her to Omens. It clearly was long severed recently. She plays the loose thread around with finger tips, heart sunk in just being thrown aside.
Even so, she makes the link not fray anymore with a knot. She lets it dance free in the waters reach. The styxs tied itself to this thread. Seeking to link with her in Omen's place. She minds not at all of this. Omens was now in ties with styxs and summons. This bond was ever evolving. Her sins of regret pulled her and soon shattered all the same. She doesn't allow the bonds of anything to dictate her path in life. It doesn't work in tying her down for anyone or anything. It's the lack of binds from others that makes her the villain.
They stare upon those that were now sitting on the shore across from them. Having brotherly play fight with each other. Clearly they trusted each other to play around do rough. The ferry man at nods at times at having seen those sorts of close relationships be at his boat before. He to can see the distinction.
"You miss your partner." The ferry man bringing the subject around and its likely something he worked out for the many times she rides his boat a lot, "You dont trust others to know your secrets. Not even me, the unsolicited and unattached. When you do its for the sake of fixing or saving many lives. I seen your repair work and the many times it continues to make my work easier. Even that one time that you seemed drunk and upset, you told me that you made sure I was respected in the place I belonged. That my boat and I were taken under by the Styxs as wished. I assumed it was drunk talk... but the styxs had showed me that this universe was torn apart. I seen the seams. You have a distinctive style, unique and years of experience. Your work is perfect. They don't bat an eye in wondering if it was the original." She turns with listening to the ferry man, "You turly repaired the soul of this universe." He takes a moment to get to his point, "They clearly underestimate and undervalue you." She turned away as it burned hearing it.
"But it was my hands that torn those pages." The ferry man shakes no and she stunned in looking at him denying that.
"You dont break things you love without purpose. You have more reason to continue doing as you are then for senseless volenince. You break things you love because you value them so much and hold them close to you. That is love, not a sin." She did let a tear drip fell into the styxs water, the water here tainted for miles colours of soul aura. The waterway turned concentrated. She stands scared of what she did and then lowered to her knees in feeling guilty for contamination. But the ferry man looked happy. He even giggles with playing with the water at reach of his hands. The people across the river also felt the watery surface too. Marvel by its beautiful look. She sees the reactions of how other thought it was beautiful now. So many people very much attracted by the dance of styxs colours. The ferry man hops onto his boat and sees the clinging of crystal over the boat structure. Changed from wood into a harder then diamond material of murky clarity. This tainted his skin to, matching the very esthetic of his boat. Shimmering in the darkness. He was pleased posed in showing off towards her. She was confused that her action made them happy. Looking how this became a phenomenon that brought people of all shapes together to appreciate what is already there.
She couldn't feel guilty anymore for being the cause of this. She leaned on the dock pole, smiling in the enjoy this short strange change will last. She suspects that it will carry down stream from here. Cause similar passing river segments to appreciate the styxs return. That tear costed her a lot. Seeped her of energy and made her starving more then every. Her right hand holds the gaping hole of her torso and her left holding her mouth. She leans in remembering that her body fluids in any form have consequences. Those were dulled down as a human but a damned tear was affecting this whole river stretch. At least this part of the river is recharged after so long of staving. Her tear converted the available soul energies to pull as food for the god soul. Thus gifting the god temporary allowance to eat soul energy as of a damned to negative energy. It's only temporary as fresh flow from the source will dilutite it back to normal quickly. There be plenty of time for it to filter and make no difference.
"That was a lucky break for us." She got herself straight and stood looking out to how the two enders at the other side made self progress and connect together even closer now. She felt the tug of her connections and she moved aside to hide among the crowds. Soon to set her own stall and be blending in among the demon types. She cloaked up just in time as her unique carving goods brought interests. She makes a great sale on the gemstone carved ones. Those minerals are harmless even in hell. There isn't any soul inside of anything she trades. She speaks dark merchant in sign language, so her voice wouldn't be a indicator.
No one was around to trade but stood afraid of him as he came through.
The long black wear, brown leather boots that left no impression mark behind and what her eyes grasp most was the iconic long hair. His hat hide his gaze and focused him from watching to much of all places. His thin again, broken front underneath the clothing.
"I gladly give you both temporary welcome in my presense. I suspect there be only three others that would give you the same." He posed openly with a left hand and cast a ice spell to be a bridge across styxs without disturbing the river. The four bodies enter quickly. The more sane sides follow to Mat's side and were in rapid mage talk over how things had been. The two not so welcome came to her stall, they knew instantly and stuck around her shadow. They were very focused with the mage conversation.
"Death stepped down? Why?" She heard asked by the one.
"I suppose that opens the way for death gods to step down and allow undertakers to take such practical action. The clue is the name." The other at least takes a longer approach before letting Mat likely answer.
"Ask her?" They both are flummoxed.
"That could be the wife of death." She putting new trades along that fit them more.
"You. You're the broken girl." One corrects.
"I am the keeper of the compdium around here. I mark what is soul and soulless. When you get you temporary allowance, I marked in a letter of your souls. Not the full rendering. This is replaceable and it doesn't harm or alter you. We all have some letters of commonplace that is this reason of use." She sees them taking notes and enjoying the prompt lesson. She gets back to mute placing of trade.
"What happened to the true title of death?" Being serious and concerned.
"On parental leave as a good father does. Sheesh his step down for holiday, not the biggest deal. It's that his OK with the wife that matters. Four places on the tome marker under their name. I look forward to how those spaces will someday develop." She gives a warm smile and they were actually grateful for the true death title to have kids. It was unheard of but not the only time true titles have stepped down for personal reasons. Philip time space had the weaver of fate step down a lot. Not because of having children. But a break from her day job.
"Congratulations!" They shouted warmly, so much their human forms were loud to heard from here. She can tell the true title was likely following that route she provided and will be to the ferryman soon.
"Is it OK to tell them your nearby?" One the shadow mask asking her.
"I sent the mail to get them here this far without being attacked. I would be sure that my protection of them is all encompassing." She clearly sworn this promise deeply in how she posed, it the rarest time she ever put in a vulnerable kneel pose. She stands quickly and packed away the goods. She takes her left hand on the shadows to drag them with her. Taking them over to the dock, this is where the three of those guys are stood. Looking at the last peddles out of true death leaving with someone on the ferryman boat. She missed him completely this time. That might be a good thing for them both given universe accidents happen after.
"Aren't you going after them?" She heard sour tone of Mat and he flick his left hand in this statement as undertakers do to express tone.
"I don't need to, the rest of their journey once they leave the styxs at the spot is up to them." She stands away and alone. The shadows return to the hosts they belong with. Meaning that she no longer held their hands. She doesn't speak human or undertaker. Not even ender. But the point got across and his all agitated all the same. Making a lot of back scans of her and then ahead.
"You trust the river or something?" He crossed his arms.
"The soul of Styxs is the brother of Lady Summons. Both of them have a soul relation with Omens. According to the true titles of gods soul names, they are in the same alignment. I trust them simply because they trust me. We all use each other. They have beautiful font. It always attracted me to enjoy them." She folds small for sure and with waiting for him. He sharp turned at her, glaring deeply of what he heard correctly.
"Clearly forgotten who she is. Wow. I pity you Miss Trixie." She make a foot stomp at them and moved away, "right. You dislike pity." Posed surrendered hands.
"Coming back to their place of time. The work put in to repair it to this. Even to the point that death is comfortable to step down his godhood for a short time. That's an achievement of many scars. Leave it to the tome keeper of enders to rekindle whole multiverse from embers. Keeping us from one other last duty and even holiday." Moved around to shout at her, "Don't always work alone!" She half waved this by her left hand and moved away completely from sight
"Keeper of tomes to ender?" Mat's confused and the other two sighed.
"You were given clean slate. I bet you don't even remember why your comfortable with us and not her." Mat lowered in knowing that's true, "I guess it never repeated again and the clothus that broke things are gone." The sharp rise to wanting detail and they take that time to do so.
"When we frist met, I wasn't the ender yet. She was always a shadow at your back and you were choosen by Taz to be his follower. He choose your soul because your unique from the others of my universe. You also had love for feathers back then." Pose left hand to let him take the drink. Like how she makes things appear in and out of shadows. This kid of ender was doing the same trick. He added a lot of strange inhuman ingredients to his own cup as he progress talk of the adventures that they knew.
"The day you were meant to die, she came to collect you and sorted the tomes out. I think she used your soul to bypass the gods of our realm. She then repaired the tome pages I couldn't but it was obviously exchanged for you. Taz was furious. The end didn't come soon at all and he made do with others. But he was sour and when he left time space to chase after you. You had already changed." Test sips and standing relaxed over looking the styxs. They watched the things bobble about the river like trash, lost objects or things to be recycled in hell.
"She did more the repair your pages. You saved me and my remains of time space. My name was all that was left. Made me a servant to excuse my existence among your universe. When she finished, my entire set of tomes from life to death and back over. The ammendment tome for soulless. She had even restored the tome I never heard of before but was connected to my time uniquely. In having repaired the soul names, my universe were corpse piles in every realm. But it at least was back again. Back to laws that breathed a cycle. They blamed me for it. They just don't know I was a survivor. I am grateful to been given the chance to restart the time space again. She left me a letter with the exact instructions. Wishing me well. That was likely the frist time after becoming ender that someone had been genuinely nice to me. I accepted that you were likely the payment of repair. Knowing your soul and 194 others didn't belong. She took them all. I suspect she put them into other tomes or repaired the ones they came from."
"Do you think she trying to repair Sean's time?" They all pondered.
"His realms were clothus broken where clothus played the cycle. I don't think she can repair that." Mat looked at the two confused.
"What do you mean? This place had clothus breaking it. Their gone now but there are trace remains of clothus influences. There even a faction of humans that are part clothus." There a jolt of shock by the two visitors.
"She repaired it." The metal formed being stood at their backs, "now I understand why she did this. I thought that you two were a book error." Sean is indeed death's scythe or at least he was reincarnated here. He was a metal blade in previous tomes and has stayed true to his soul. This is a new universe for Sean but he still retains some things. Facing the three most dangerous souls, it triggered recall of his own broken scars as an Ender of his time in that previous life.
"Wow is this like the place where enders go?" Phillip sounded excited. Sean crossed his arms and headaches on what exactly should he word. He instead just Summons a door and moved along to his current death god jobs.
"I guess that would mean some the creatures that are her pets are remains of other tomes."
"No... they own her. Its the other way around. If I recall correctly, they ate her soul and took a peice each. Now they own that peice."