"You just walk around carrying the materials needed to just add tome volumes. You just so happen to have the ink and know the spoken languages to decipher the spell binds." She has been seated in blood a while and this hassle is spoken by the gods in up roar of her abilities. She been leaned back and petting her creatures as the room is fierce of smacking down her authority. She has already locked up the crystal box of parasites a while.
It been her foot rest since. She sees happy chomping dogs picking the rib bones and veins between wing bones. She heard chirps and teeth chatter of the colony of rats sharing the bench with her. The pack wolf has been watching over her and the pack from at the bench too. Letting the rats race about its fur. Meerping of her cat loki as he demands attention and Morpheus clinging in jealous act. She pays them attention more then the court house. She loves them more then anything else around her. She couldn't help herself bring a soft light purr occasionally when she lost in the eyes of her animals. She felt their love back. Every nip, lick and lean. She maybe to relaxed but she doesn't care. She feeling sick from butchering and plenty side affects of energy tainting issues. She wondered still why she not infected by the parasite that took others. She has had more time in thinking over these things then listening to the court babble in baffle. Most times the conversations they had context even she doesn't have pretext to. Such as the details of how clueless they are of tome materials and how simple the soul language is for someone that a bloodline of book keepers.
"You should go back to the living realm." Death warns.
"Has time began to revert there again without me? Will I be a unborn again?" She looses her cats as they scamper off. It does pose a valid point. Going back to where time in destabilize doesn't guarantee that she will come back.
"You have to." Death lowered in knowing it's not his power to shield her.
"It already began." She shows missing half a face and that exposure of missing lots. She can out half heart a smile to death, "I suspect we will met again. I am to attached to let myself be gone." He took hold of the time that began to fall in her place, stops it from over saturation of blood ink. Pockets it safely as he does for the other tomes in his care.
"Get back here!" To many pissed to see her gone.
"You can't summon a human. Humans are space locked. You know that." Death takes his leave, "with her returned. I have no business here." The gasp from all that are clued in by now. Rightly so that a death god is watching over the mortal realm shoulder. He caught glimpse of his lover and the soon icey stare of life itself. He even chuckles that Luara is a magnet for causal cliche. He can only admire this chance at the distance of allowing fate gave. It was her to turn away from him first and her sister to try to make match of his eyes gaze. But he doesn't linger on life.
"What exactly happens to humans that are time reverted but not born again? Like the circumstances of how they are born becomes impossible." Sadly, no one can answer that. It wasn't something they care for study. It wasn't something no one takes into consideration. It was the damned that ask this to another. Watching the events unfold. The turn to the broken damned among as they each shuffled uncomfortable.
"Life will always find a way. It doesn't always mean human." That was the answered they settled on.
"The Hollows." The sentiment ender of the three stammering jumbled phrasing after that. The two more sane ones twisted in thought of such factor.
"You have the proof existence of ghosts among humans in this world. Mages that purge them. Undertakers and death gods. This place is just must have a nasty under belly." The one most insensitive of the three earned a punch each from the one either side of it. They stare over the room of court and how business continues forwards regardless of burtal fatal deaths. The damned cleaning this place. Picked clean bones are lining as repairs to the fence between the court actors and the gallery public benches. In longer staring of this death court, a lot of the furniture was secretly cement made from bone powders. The tables made of staked papers isn't a table at all. The more close a look of this place of justice - the less refined nature becomes. The rose tainting of what seems a perfect world was loosing fast. The slip of blind folds are coming undone the longer people are invested to know the turth.
It must be thousand fold worse in the debate chamber of true title gods. A place of untaintable crystal floating rings that defy reason. It was meant to be a manfest of a moral compass that rings tilt above and bellow to highlight authority scales of between gods and cultures. Now that things were unpleasant, they aren't floating at all. Barely held up by repair jig rig jobs. They weren't caring because they were to into their own problems. It's safe to say that the god chamber no longer pivots in showing the lift and fall of which gods. Nor does it accurately show what religions have raised and fell. Suspended base lines. There are no new rings, in spite of there being plenty of new religions. The only stable functioning ring was the concept top titles, the ones that are essential to the basic law of universe. Protected in the broken rings of the other faiths. The pile of broken sigil panels that several gods have been placing upon discovery was as it turns out the counter weight that keeps the tension for it all not to fall apart. Hiding within this pile was a back up secert that will only awaken in emergency. A new race added to the tome comes with a pantheon. Theses gods enter the hall with deep shock that this place was holding up. With them to say it as sees it. It was another needed hard blow on the gods themselves to pay mind to their fallen surrounding. The last slip of the bindings came free.
The craft men and creation gods came forth and they worked together to properly restore what was ruined. The god's around them were sent in request to restore the most key important parts of their domain. Putting the true titles back to pure mythical status once again. Hardly anyone was present in the debate chamber as the broken rings were fallen. The tension of the clothus magic that she spun to make this happen breaking. The barrier between the afterlife realms fall. So all realms of not living status were walk reach distance of each other. Easier to carry materials to restore god chairs and remove rubble. The panels of crystal sigil were being used in the repairs, unveiling the unknown egg among the slides.
"Not that your going to believe this. But this has a living realm status." One to another. The deep frown of the gods in pondering. They are the only ones here and had to make the call for themselves.
"There a half myth realm that site within the living realm. It can be locked there until it awakens or we move it again. It's in the way of the creak fault we are repairing anyway. We can't leave it here." They nod and it takes the weakest one of the group to have to be the one to move the egg. But to many in surprise, it was weightless to lift. The god has no issue carrying a gate to meet a follower human under them. The human takes over moving this egg to the destination they were told.
The ancient architecture belongs to the lost world's of the distant past. The layout of the streets are sprawling and thin. An island where only walking and push carts are how transportation goes. They use magic, the lending strength of elements to bypass issues. This is the ruling land of mages. The top two families were that of Glader (the pure side) and the Darkwood (the shadow side). Awareness of damned is ever present among the human population here. Sight to see demons and angels too. Undertakers do not walk these lands as it too much soul density to cope their sensitive puppet bodies. The occasional strong undertaker can make visits here. So really upper ranking to the monarchs of undertakers male direct trades with the mages here.
"What is this and why is the follower of Hephaestus got it?" Spoken sharp with concern by a royal status.
"My lord wished for me to take this to the dead city. I come to request and obey this order of my gods will. I suspect the shell materials and even the skin of the unknown creature inside have craft use. I have not make a single scratch or dent in the object. Attempts had been made but I suspect once it been taken to the death city, the energy presented to the egg will ease that problem." The god follower made a point of hammering the egg shell in a spot that should be the weakest. The egg retained shape.
"It hatching will be the biggest concern as it it's a being of this realm." The darkwood frowns.
"It is. The god's I met thus far all states it belongs to this side. Away from the realms of spirits." They stare at the egg and the darkwood lifted it with ease. Shock frown and setting it down again.
"It's damned too." The darkwood is deeply impressed, "Leave this to me. I will take it to the city of dead. Only royalty can enter freely." The god follower bows as he can't object to a human of higher status. He has Hephaestus word that it was best to leave it in the care of mage royalty anyway, "A reward in effort to bring it."
Paid with offerings for both god and follower to appease. A far trade. The egg is rolled into an area of conflicting energy. The palace has many gate paths into sigil and realms adjacent to this lost island. Taking into consideration the culture of the afterlife residents in contact with the mages constantly; the very ascetic of the islands theme made sense.
The influence of the modern age was in small items and manufacturing of glass panels. The rest of the way the foundations and brick making was Roman Victorian. The stone work was celtic crossing into Iron age for the slum areas. The opulence of higher society had rare stone carved by stone masonry. All didn't last much of a view once into the palace ground itself with it divided perfect half like a bagel. The top two floors are the resident royals and the bottom floor is the government building. This wouldn't be safe in other countries but mages hierarchical magic use is key to why this does. The mage king is literally so powerful that crashing the bottom floor of the building to stop a revolt has happened before. The repairs of the beams supports. It's even become a sort of phrase, crushing your opponents with the building your in.
"What is it?" Soft small fingers over surface.
"A gift from the gods." Picking the child up and has energy dance around. Given the situation, the man has something terrible planned and was going to ask this child a favour.
"You shouldn't be down here young man." Taking the child from the energy built guy, "didn't I tell you that you have to have a debute into the higher society before you can?" The negative energy of a foiled plan and a child that broke a rule, "I heard about the commotion of taking this egg to the tombs. It is what the gods have asked of us and we aren't to argue that." Masked composure is plastered on as the two brothers of opposite energy clash over this. The child reachs and pets the egg.
"She seems sad." The child observed, "Why be sad when you not even out the shell?"
"Let us not get to attached to a not human." The darker of the two adults sighs, "Maybe it's a boy. Maybe it's a demi god. Really. Why do you think it's a girl?"
"Well, that's hard to explain. It was one my friends from the otherside. She protects folks like us. They called her an elder. She was a human once. Something happened and she was lost. I guess she still didn't get back right." Reaching in petting the shell. She reconginzed the aura. So in spite of enslavement to the parasite kingdom, the Ender title has managed back among humans in the mage world. Dormant within the child but vaguely easing small memories through dreams. She totally can see her shadow helping the damned when she not scynonized.
"It's interesting that she can tangle with gods at all and no wonder she not human now." The pure mage of the brothers setting his kid down, "We can see if she better here before shipping her to the tombs. I suspect the gods aren't sure what to do with someone like this. It's like with the undertakers again. The refugees from a pocket collaspe."
The child is hugging around the egg, petting the surface softly. It was just instinctive behavior to feel trust and safety around her. The father of the child sighed and the uncle shrugs with a winning grin. The men together went to lift it, but find it weightless. That was unit the uncle felt his legs give and he was unable to carry the egg at all. By the pure mage with some small density is able to manage alone. The boy following close. Brought upstairs in a secert passage and settled into a guest bedroom. The boy lays at the eggs side.
Time flies and years of growth continues forward. The last king was assassinated. There wasn't an acting king but rather the lady queen until one her children comes of age and surpasses her strength. The uncle was slowly eliminating the weakest and trying to be the last heir to the crown. That little boy was a young gentleman by now. Taught about the afterlife by the undertakers that choosen to heed the child's sight. Given the kid has shown to see demons and angels to easily. The only safe room of the manor for the boy to learn out of damned spies sight and still with trusted undertakers is the egg room.
Although, today there was no egg. They been babbling about the death oath and a tome was brought from example. He was tested and made the new index keeper; thus moving that title from her. She mind not as she already has tomes on her plate. The resulting tome couldn't be put away as it began acting strange. Pages removed themsevles and folding into figures. Marched right up to the egg and plaster moulding the egg into a joint smooth body. Plastered skin pages adhered and turned her pale. She is in her mix form - undertaker clothus with a removable damned mask face. The mist senses of a clothus over organs like eyes and stomach. The undertaker stands to defend and lowered since it was the tome to trigger this.
"Teixeira!" The lad collected the tome subconsciously before moving away. The page figures still remaining danced and ride him. Some climb him and up to the bed surface to shake her awake.
"I have been awake this whole time." She lifted with inspecting her shape. Greatful that there is a bed sheet. She was peering about her marks and softly the rooms around. She dials it down with knowing humans are sensitive to her clothus sense. She takes a while in finding the correct language and speech type. As the waking voice wasn't heard at all. She notes that the undertakers hands are broken, nearly removed. The threads that soul pulls them are cut up. Their heart is smashed. Fragile and at near death as undertakers could be. She seen this before, the treatment of traitors. Refugee is been treated as a traitor physically but... there isn't the monarch branding that makes demons hunt traitors down. Monarchs stamp a curse to make the traceable and become requests at the path of sigil guilds. Hunters all know there isn't a method to remove the curse unless the monarch forgave them or in this case pretending to be traitor without the mark.
"So you escaped here as others did." She speaking undertaker tongue and there a soft releif. The undertaker dropping themselves to a seat in relief. They sense her being a monarch title, they can be under her immunity for now, "How much pain has this cost you this time?" She softly warms over the young man but is speaking to the title inside. She doesn't need a sound reply, petting him and rolls into an embraced hug. She hummed gentle and the boy isn't able to contain his emotional waves. Emotions that aren't his. He was soon passed out and she cradles him all the same.
"These creatures evade and break you inside. You actively aware but you can't move. Even if you soul escape, they find a way. But out king had a clever plan. He marked us as traitors and banished us. Hoping to find allies to solve this. The god's are preoccupied the demons and angels. We don't trust the damned." She feels the kid in her arms in deep dream sleep, "There a high titled damned that has been collared."
"Broken into two halves. One half is the insanity, left behind in the collar. The other half of sane mind is within this child. I tell you because your not really a traitor. Your not got infected either." She puts the young man to lay comfortably at her side. She stands getting changed into a dress. The undertaker helps with the lacing and ties the armour plates, "I am the crest of a god eater. None of my subordinates will be interfering unless they are infected and lost control of themselves. I suspect one or all have. But they are removed at ease."
"Why did you make them into the tome?" The undertaker asked with wavered fear.
"Some laws require it. If they have cause harm and we want justice, then they must be scaled according to our inclusion. They couldn't interact with time and space before and that would have only been me to handle them. But they broke rules, breaking the line I don't cross anymore. So they must be granted side affect for breaking it. You could say that with their names in record; they are all poisoned and cursed. Their souls are under the mercy of God's and things around those gods. It takes time for pecking order." She styles up her white long hair and sits back beside the young prince, "They are about to learn the hard way. They will fight all realms and test to break every realm to their will. It will be a mess." She then twisted a broken inhuman smile.
"But they will learn not to mess with souls. Never play with souls. They will fold back in horror beyond laws of reality." She hides her smile as the lad is getting out of sleep, "The boundaries between the sleeping realms and waking one has weakened consequently. Monsters will come put order back from chaos." She turned to the undertaker, "I am proof of this. The more presense I am, the thinner this veil." She puts back on some human features of her mask. Warm smile in the lad being alert again, "No only do you feel better. I also scared you. I am sorry. I respect where you stand in the way of the worlds. I am part nightmare, it's a side job to awaken the sleeping." He stares at her deeply.
"Liza?" She snickered.
"Is that this face? I was Laura once. I was also Eliza. I forsake such enslaved names. The clothus that took them is powder." She tilts gentle and the lad springs backwards from her, "I guess you fear that I would soul remove you or some nonsense. But no. You are now the index holder of the compendium of souls and soulless chronical. I am the administrator that keeps some pages from hurting you. You could say I am the sentient core keeper. The one that repairs and enables flows of power between page fiber. But this is getting to complicated." She folds neatly, "If I had to understand us in power, it is the Ender whom has final speak. I am a willing tool. You human are just a host of this title. I could be a fear or harm. But I have moral and heart. At least until my sanity is still active."
The undertaker crossed arms at all that. Thinking it over.
"What are these things attacking us?" The undertaker darkly stares.
"Tape worms that infect clothus. Parasite soulless that are commanded by the soul individuals. These souls individuals are the empire of Silver. Vained beings that can't survive without leaching from more stronger souls. They have a limit. Gods are to densities. Humans, angels and others are too small or weak soul. Some humans with attachments can be food source. Say mages and God followers. Harmless to the regular blind humans. There seems a campaign to Parasite damned, but this is proving difficult. God eaters are only temporary. But it spells doom for the parasites to be inside a god eater... or the not normal eaters." She posed deeply in thinking as she was explaining. The lad was calm again and seated at her side. He finds himself playing with her hair, plating it. The undertaker stares of his ability to touch her.
"She's alive like a human." The boy frowns in ending the plat. He goes another strain. His not the best of it but it was calming him down.
"That be the clothus aspect. Clothus are living realm laws. They arent meant to be of the waking one. But I am unique with being damned. So I am shadow enough to be." He really into petting her. She suspects this might be the insanity side of the Ender then the sane one. Trusting his insanity to her for her to protect. The two must have swapped when she came here. Dreams close any distances between soul fragments. The child isn't humanly awake, the blank eyes are that give away.
"What do you plan to do?" The undertaker having to keep topic.
"Watch them learn the hard way. They can't contorl the will of souls. Not even gods can stop freedom of choose. You may not see it that way as an undertaker. But souls have tendency to have what they want and how they want it. They fight each other all the time. Why else would humans continue conflicts among themselves? They are the mirror of souls." The express is back in the boy as his allowed to move as he pleases. Yeah his scared of her but he can't ignore thar he feels safe around her. That her warmth took away a lot of pain and anxiety. He looked to the index of thick pages, placed the book in care into his shadow pocket storage. He felt it wise not to carelessly read it.
"I can not intervene in your human affairs. But I can protect you from the damned and other spirit entities. Although this can also mean any gods and innocent types. If your unfortunate fate is met sooner then expected, I can see what the true title of death can do. His into reading books over a tea. Finding him silent soulless places with hot tea and a good book can win him over."
"Why soulless?" He asked.
"He can't stop seeing when it's time for those around him are to die. I suspect it's like having a break from the abilities of being death. Escaping into book worlds that aren't predictable." She smiles gently warm, "it's as much a curse as it is a gift. Everyone has these things. Magic can be the same for mages. A cursed gift. Regular humans say having a heart or falling in love is this way. To be strong enough to deliver kindness, without rewards. It's always going to bring consequences. Krama strikes all alike." The kid thinks over this heart felt lesson and realized she was likely paying a price of pain in being here. She was being oddly to kind even if she sees right through to the powers he has. Her awareness of this power and clearly knew power purpose. Her little speech of it being both a curse and blessing doesn't seem just for herself.
"I am afraid of them." He slips words past his lips.
"That's just survival instinct. Being afraid is proof your alive. That you dont turly understand what your facing. That could be for anything. I am afraid of what hides in the dark. When I was young, I was afraid of the dark itself. I am grateful there is darkness." She closed arms at her front and he stands up with knowing someone was going to check the room. The undertaker flees through a window and is helped by other undertakers. She fixed up at a mirror and puts herself to kneel to the child's back. The door swings wide and he met with his uncles stare.
"Here you are." The dead linger hiding to hope for warning their sibiling. She acts faster then the kid, as she pulls him away from shadow grasp. Right hand brought blocking a god eater made dagger. The dagger shatters between fingers.
"Dale Blood bench." She voiced in damned and it sent cold through the man in having face her eyes of hollow lacking humanity. She holds the young man close at her, bracing him from any shadow attacks.
"The egg." He hissed, "Damned egg. So what are you?"
"A name eater." She smiles and removed a single letter of his soul name. It was the cursed shadow part of him. Black inky clouds drip and she tossed this fragment to savor the taste. She does as she needed and spat back the soul back into arrangement. Repairing the man's soul. He looses his damned side and the room is filled of his storage. She stands cradling the prince and side steps them the corridor. She lets him free, "See... I will protect you from the damed. I can't help you from human things. His still your crazy blood thristy uncle that wants your crown." The kid stares shocked and sees the dead sibilings here to help. They wave for him to follow them. She isn't going to harm them, she knew they mean well to ease the fear. She instead was blocking demons and other unwelcomed fortunes. Especially the parasites invading human mage hosts. The make it to the mage streets leaving behind fleeing from the kingdom. The acting queen watching on with nod approval. The sun is putting burns over Trixie but she endures it with keeping toe. The dead sibilings smuggle the living one onto a mage company supply boat.
They ease from regerts with last words. She leans on the shade of the decking holding the wounds closed. He puts himself into a shipping container of spun cloth. This stuff will be part of the mage malls across the world - the blessed materials will be ID sleeves for agents. He fell asleep in there. She sits at the container guarding it. Although this is the ocean, the water monsters and any other passengers are the problem. The undertakers stayed on the island, the islands so far safe from the parasites. Baring the set the uncle made a deal with. The queen will eradicate them in time.