She sits calmly in overseeing the fate of humans. Watching the tome pages flicker with uncertainty of the name spaces. She could tell that the rock concert within the big stage theater across from this takeaway was prime target. Humans are indeed the fault of themselves; clashing protesting views. The band playing tonight has a unsavory reputation. The humans against such a band playing tonight are in the opinion that these singers are a discriminating against their veiw of faith. That's really how it boils down from human to human issue.
She cannot inform security or stop the names that should pass to death be prevented from so. She has no evidence and could likely be noticed as a outsider too. She isn't exactly local looking and doesn't look like part of this crowd. But she can handle the afterlife side of the affairs. She isn't as tongue twisted as a demon, saintly as an angel or indifferent as an undertaker. She not even a proper death reaper, as according to the salary guide lines in the death order. But she can handle this. She can act in frozen time.
Dying and dead are the only ones that move in time stop (as long as they aren't of a bloodline or empowered by sort of energy). She stands staring to the clouds of vapor breath lifting above, praying for the minimal impact. Right then the building was bright and the earth trimmered, and glass shatters in the wake of after shock. Screams and fleeing members through fire exits. Crying. Phones out. The confusion. She lowered and shook in sorrow. She claps her hands forwards and all was still. Not even a heart beat or breeze of air. The sound cut as it was vaccum conditions.
"Starting with four dead instantly. Including the home made bomber themselves." She walked with making it through the statues. It was sad seeing this frozen moment. The terror and sorrow. Fight flight response. The left behind and the heroic security. She soften in looking about the study of those injuries right close, trying to guess if they will die soon too if she continues time forwards.
"My goddess. Please praise me. Tell me I did right." She turns to look over the flesh broken face of the dead. She had to check if they are talking to her or someone else. They step around blindly. Through the statue humans of victims. Repeating the phrasing. She left them alone for the moment. Let them reflect on this.
"I just wanted to a good time with my daughter." Sobbing man that was over his own body... at better look. The daughter was in his embrace. He saved her. She chooses silence for him too... sometimes the dead are erratic and irrational. His not stable yet.
"I can run!" She jolts in shock of the spirit laughing whole hearted and carefree. It was as if this bount of sudden abilities to stand, walk and run was a miracle. Laura counts three. She peers deeper in and around. She stops to how a back stage door was unlocked and not managed by some form of security. She brushed over the doors mangled forced gashes. She slips in through and a man stands over his corpse.
A knife attack. The bomber is in a organized plan group. But as she recalls of the shrapnel of the bomb, this was under funded. Crude. This sort of stuff never stops her feeling muddled and sad. It doesn't matter of the realm, the type of incident and the creatures harmed. She hated this pain. She came to the dead person side, standing solemnly in hoping imparting a sort of relief. That he wasn't over looked as insignificant.
"I guess I had a good run." She lowered in such clutch.
"Were they wearing a tape covered vest too?" She asked and the spirit of the deaf man nods, "Gladly it will malfunction. They left the knife."
"I doubt there be justice. The rules are unfair in this country. They should have brought back death sentences." She peers onwards.
"Yes this country. But they will be deported." The spirit tilts staring the back of their murderer, "3 months. Their name is already wavering. This is predicted to a more accurate rate by higher orders. Only gods know." She opens the tomes, now four are counted, "Your free to go now." She tells the spirit, "Go haunt your loved ones or play with the cctv. I don't know. You can wonder to other worlds. Walk to the moon. I think the geek in me would want to spy into government locked places for the sheer nosey itch." Once the names are organized and posed her hand to a gate, "If you don't know, take this gateway. But I don't know. There is a lot and nothing. The choose is up to you." The dead man peers onwards, "You can stick around and watch the events. But it dangerous in the living realm without a body. There is monsters that will harm your soul spirit. They couldn't do much when you were of flesh. Now..." She closed the tome with a thud.
"Something was wrong with that guy." She puts the tome away.
"Thank you for that information." She places a silver coin to his spirit hand, "This silver can be spent like normal money. There are other race of spirits that use this for services or exchanges."
She walked right in follow of the other guy. She was at cautious act to not let them eclipse into stop time. As her touch could bring them to this space with her. She also leery that the spirit inside that human can trigger this if they knew how. She not sure what inside that human. The mages with these creatures are tell enough.
"I can't move." She heard complaining and whinging, "I have to move." The statue of the tape covered chest of this black hoodie older teen. Blood hands. Wild wide eyes. His wearing ear mufflers. This kid has determination beading in the smear of sweat and blood.
"Identify yourself." She speaks as monotone as an undertaker and isn't in direct view. She wanted to not let her appearance be taken noticed yet. She could already failed that, as she was careless counting the four dead before.
"What? There a tasty one nearby? That explains the stop. This body can't move while they are near." Like watching rice paper being pulled from a package, the thin silvery mist removed from the attacker boy. It solidifies and began prowling this area. She lowers in detailing it way of sight. She can feel the way of vacuums energy like smell. She can see the way it twisted a face area. But its shapeless at the moment. A vague cloud form of suspend around the boy body.
"What do you call your race? Are you a species? Are you hungry?" She sent these questions in slow raising tone. She wondering if it can detect her change tones.
"You sound not a crunch one. You a demon? Definitely not wing one. You aren't hollow or bones." She finds that use of term of hollow as an interesting intelligence. Does it detect her soul density? Hollow are soulless bodies. Although hollow can be meatless too - a cat crawler taught her that. But it differed between hollow and just bone. Death gods are sometimes just bone and souls. But a being unable to soul comprehend would say hollow empty bones.
"Hungry for a snack?" She stays on her current level, afterall even demons have tone limits. Spirits don't have to compete to be heard in a vaccum nor do their voiced reverberate to rely on air wave travel. Demons are just practice to trick humans.
It making a strange pose out of the boy and holding him in grasp tightly. Once it has hold what it guessed as her scent, it jolts a part of to attack. This thuds into a crate of stage kit. She was ready with silver twin swords, created for spirit fighting. This independent body shape narrows her. It lunged again and she slices it. It pretended death but she not convinced. She evades the feeling of the air as the hold thing detached from host and was after her. She claps and puts herself among the panicking fleeing crowds of humans. It follows her into the active time, so she knew now it is able to switch freely of will. Otherwise she wouldn't be followed this way. She claps as she not going the same ways as the crowds. Going deeper into the theater. There was more injured here. More deaths then the tome has accounted. She confused on why these lot aren't on tome spacing. She doesn't have the luxury as it crashes about attacking her.
Given she knew these weapons are affective. She pouring substances that could on potentially, all thanks to her up close with the ones spying on the undertaker monarchs. Dust and sand cakes as it screams. The way the soul wavelength of its scream curls - it doesn't fit in God eater threat. She would better know it would hurt her most on her clothus skins then her human side.
"It's cold! How dare you bring the cold!" She raised brow as apparently the dusting affect makes it cold? Then again this must be a soul densities material altering at play. She does worry that all this damage will be for nothing if it developed or evolved from this. She tuck rolls and sound of the theater are back loud around her. So it's now testing her extension of abilities as she had with it. That's to smart.
"Damn this meddling fool!" The reason why the tome hadn't accounted the deaths of this theater. This being clearly the same as this monster chasing her - be it share realm environment and soul properties, "It had to be a death god that felt off by the soul counter." She heard that some death reapers have a toll keeper for events like this. She heard it referred this way before - 'soul counter'. It helps with tome discrepancy like this event. Keep lost souls at minimum, "Back home. You are broken body is little use here." It has command over the creature. The creature can't defy the order even if it whinced in wanting revenge.
She just seen something interesting too, the way fate threads are spell craft between them. Fate bonds are threads of ethereal energy the connect souls in a woven web. The thread just than isn't red, white or gold as it should be. That was brown or black. So it's using clothus magic. Clothus take aspects of laws and bend them to misuses. Brown used to be red threads. She seen it before. But these creatures don't have souls like clothus and aren't the same realm boundaries. Not even the same soul densities and material.
"What do you go by? What are you called?" She stands with the weapons posed ready for fight. The humans are aware and see this being. They see her and her weapons. These some trying to use phones but all electric power in this area is acting strange. She already factors that being part if the spell bend to prevent the tome counter.
"Rude to not identify yourself."
"A broken human. You?" She did worry about enslavement by name, "I have names but your unworthy of a fighter."
"Broken human... yes. I see you like these flesh puppet meat bags. That a race. Your a human. But broken? You don't look it." It turns with trying to knot up a spell around itself, "You can't bother me. Your not the same space as me."
"You do look rather delicious." Her mask huffed, "Mmmm smells like rotten corpse over mud. The sweet little bead of sweat you make from fear, sweet like sugar." The knit was undone instantly and they began pulling things as they are. The floor wet around them, "Oi, have some decency and go find yourself a toilet next time!"
She jumps right around and began breaking the spell craft of threads. She cuts them at the blink. Running around with preventing the building support bends collaspe. Humans are only care about themselves. Fleeing her swords and trying to break out the 'locked' doors. It runs around trying to salvage this. Anything to grasp. It's becoming tied up in its mistakes strangling itself more. The tension of a thread snaps and the barrier breaks. The tomes throw up god eaters. The unwelcomed hidden are being devoured. The mass of flesh pile at her feet in tangled fate threads. She brought a shovel to lift it into a lead line made chest. The last traces spray in holy waters, salts and sigil dust. What remains was a human corpse that exploded. The unaccounted has been reviewed. Death stands in watching the place as a whole. He stares in her use of that strange shovel made not of metal but crystal. He stares to the lock box of the same carved material.
"Don't bother trying to understand." She puts away her tools and with opening her own tome. She began sewing into the binding. He watched her every lift. Maybe it was shock.
"It's alive." He told her.
"And now it's sealed in there. It could die?" She asked sitting on the top of the chest. He nods, "I can handle being a murderer. It be no different to a demon killing a human. I already know the laws of revenge. I am content in that." He stares blankly and around to wider events.
"Isolde will gather them around us." She pulled chains of regerts around the box and tied this to her. Making the box a backpack. It altered into such item. Death sharp turn watched that happen, backing away from her a step. On cue was that the god eaters have pulled the counting souls to them. She tasked in writing all these names.
They arent in the normal tome. They are independent attached. She leery of soul name side affects of dying to these monsters.
"Mom." One pulls a crystal graphite stone to her. It slams between her and it. She executed the creature and it's name now wrote into the detached. The graphite was wrapped with many seal bindings and put into a crystal case too. Chains as before and was a shrink phone shape into the backpack front pocket. Her shadow diligently careful with bindings sight blockers and the same ribbon of laws over the crystal sealed items.
"That's very eccentric." She peers deep into death and he backed from her again.
"That I am. No hard feelings." She removed his core soul instantly and dropped the entire rest of them into her storage. The soul jarred safety. She worked through the panic and fear of her. Humans tainted were eye binding altered and directed to mages. She selective in what corpses are to her only interest of spirit alters. She doesn't even leave a hair either. The human investigations have enough to bother already, no need for her to complicate this. She makes another round of those that can't leave and then breaks time a little to pull everything back just a little.
This put death back whole and the creature - no contaminated by the unknown. The only things not pulled back is the creature she fought and the one commanding it. As she suspected, time reverting doesn't affect them as they are already ignored by time law. It was set neatly and she leaves the theater in stop time. Goes back to the takeaway across the road.
"You put it back." Death stood at her side when time returns, but this was a puppet again. The vessel that hangs out with the mages. So the event has mages involved.
"I took the invaders out and let the things that had been as they are. The fire was always burning, but I removed the supernatural phenomenon that would have feed it bigger." Another blast is felt in the area and the theater roof was unstable, slowly sliding into itself in a hole. She opened the time and this accounted the souls that were extras. Death's puppet stares darkly at her back of the backpack. The knowing it doesn't belong.
"I will put them somewhere away from living realms to see what happens." She slips the book back. Eye on as a shocked witness hearing the screams. She isn't happy about this whole event and it isn't a pleasure to act this duty. She even mourn the dead and has her long silence. Death lowers too, but it was also in how she has this very human moment. That despite all that her soul was altered into, she held moral and care for things.
"I guess I have to move off now." She walks softly away, a rattling click of chains over her. She takes full strides and soothes in dancing emotions plated to her. She thinks deeply about her encounters of the commanding one and it's monster. The graphite gate panel. The thread spell craft. The way they arent of time.
"You're under arrest in the aid of potential threats of this realm." She pulled forced by mages with undertakers. She has no resistance at all for now. She thrown through a disc of the undertakers travel to the court eclipse. They got her to a point and then find themselves in threat of her court creatures. Released by the creatures that have her to thank for stability. They walked her to her normal seat on the gallery and sit at her feet. Barking at any that dare disturb her. She stays seated and chill.
"YOU! YOU FOUL LAW BREAKER!" She opens eyes to a very upset clock keeper, "You broke the hand! You! How dare a fifty clothus hybrid like you evade the smite of gods!" She closed eyes again as it wasn't new news for her. The man is soon restraint aware from the court creatures guarding her. She was certain that there is some hidden beings that are upset of her ruin of thier plan. She can feel them knowing threads even here.
Her creatures are already breaking these knots as they know clothus spell craft is dangerous. Aggravated snarls of the deepest tone there was ever recorded is felt here; she guessed it was these ever invaders feeling her meddling. She spinning their threads against them. A spring hunting trap was made for one them and they were dumb enough to get got by it. Suddenly suspended above her. She popped their material body into a lock crystal box and is chained to the others she carried. The sheer increase of the deep humming and then a delightful pop of fear. She waited for the court. It waited for her to be at the spotlight.
"My lady Empress. They requested an unscheduled demand of your attention." The wolf leader bowed so small and low.
"They did. Let them be. I am fishing." The wolf slides out of her reach and barks command. His words in fear. Fishing here and not dream worms. There is things among that don't belong. To impress her they wish to fish with her. Pulling the spies from off their seats. Ruthless in how they handle an angel that was indeed a spy. What made them sad was a wolf of their own pack, executed. They bring her these tributes and bowing fearful. Her shadow cloth taking these unwelcomed and boxed the meat in the casket on her back.
Her human hands lifted the corpse parts with blood staining her. She finds her mind in memory of how it was the Ender that blindly butchered the invaders from the corpses of belonging ones. A wing lifted, snapped and the unwelcome silvery pulp put to the lock box. The spray of blue angel blood drips off her.
"Empress... as in your a titled something." She was at pause of holding a head of a demon now. It wasn't talking but it is the judge ahead.
"I refuse to answer stupid questions. If you know who and what I am, the leave me to this. These intruders. They don't belong in the pages I gaurd with the last ounces of my humanity and love." She pulled the head in two halves inspecting the content. This demon was stuck in spy mode a long time, it leached and altered his brain. Parasite like tendrils. It still wiggling in confusion while the host is dead. She puts it to the lock box as others do. No part left unscripted out. Finished corpse parts were being dropped into her shadow. No one knows where that goes.
"Lady." A spy dares before her and with a message. But it's a spell of soul consumption.
"Piss off you foul tape worm with your vomit spite. You will be butcher next if you don't get out of my sight. I demand to speak to a higher worthy smart one." She flicked builds at it and it unfazed, "your soul shapes remind me of a lovely meal I once had. Yes I enjoyed that pudding. Maybe your an echo of that. It only serves to make me drool." The pose of someone ready to be devoured as they are.
She dropped the corpse part aside unfinished picking and with altering her shadow and left hand. Her hand turned of claws and speared through coring the creature inside to out. The spray of black liquid and it scream of agony. She silenced it soon and it slumps into her lock box. As others do. She pulls back her hand to a normal one, back seated with corpse spy picking.
"It's not a clothus." Panic of spies trying to flee this court and others in the confusion.
"That's the frist time I seen a unknown language in the tome." Death speaking at the bench behind her.
"I seen that too. So it means they do have soul enough to be entry level. It explains how smart they are." She about to the last corpse part and soon vomits into a bucket beside herself. Crying too. The sound of her soul wavering had made every last god eater flee this room. She barely strong enough to take pause and seal the crystal chest tightly, "Smart Parasite souls. This far, even the clothus would hate them. I like to guess it's a parasite for clothus to be infected by. They have the right realm material and spell craft."
She sits in the pooling blood and at the remains of what was piled there. Blood soaking up. One of her wolves is still here in reverence and respecting the dead. One the wolf elders that been around a while. It knows she didn't want to do this but does so that no one else does. It's this it respects of her. Her kindness to help, even when she knows it's a sin to carry. She also sits here as this is the spot the wolves gave her. She knows they had always guarded her spot. Returning onto the pooled blood spot was in shared reminder that she loves the dedication these souls have put over her, even if she the reason the spot is stained in blood.
Although, the eldest knows and sees her work - teaching the younger ones that she does this for them and not be afraid of the one Baring thier sin. Of the parasites weren't a factor, the wolves would have dealt with those spies. This is a court of divine responsibility and these wolves are a cog peice in such machinations. As is their lady that protects their soul names. As it is the death god behind her that sheprds wayward ones. Death sees her as someone to watch over, a living among these spirit folks - he knows her status.
"Wolf among sheep." Another snarls, "You are a god eater, are you not?" She tilts confused for a while in this being something brought up among the court, indifferent of her having butchered a far few in the gallery. Spirits are detached from material worth, even the bodies souls occupied are devalued by higher spirits. So in a way, her ability to grasp souls from out the bodies is what they all were most likely felt fear about.
"Index search engine optimization." She spoke into the air as a human. Breaking conversations across the court house, "I herby degree a new segment, in sacrifice of my solemn name letter. I inlay this new tome of these wayward lost parasites, brought by the unknown abyss and breathe energy the view of clothus. We enact restriction of law over these trespassers and pulled them among. I break them down and build them into real image."
She removed a chip of her own soul and puts this into the pages she sewn into the index from before. Nose bleed and lung punctured, the blood into ink over the page. And now a tome volume was brought form. There are four copies are made of the same volume. One for life. One for death. One for soul record. The last one is the soulless bindings for any existence that doesn't follow the three other categories, it's more a single page added into the addendum. This satisfied the laws of reality that these beings are now enacted within the constraints, tied down with laws they weren't following before. So if they are alive; they must feel, think and need substances to keep living. If they are dead, they must loose the outer body and spread energy around. That's what the basic idea should be.