Life has always continued indifferent of who dies and those left behind to live on. Eliza in knowing this was a high densities of human population. She continued in life in human mock form around regular people. She returned back to school, looking no different then before. Jospeh and her graduated the same year that grandpa passed away. Mom moved to England with the new husband. Joseph got hired on as a mage agent. Eliza is a sort of living up to her merchant status.
Tracking down the tapeworms hiding places and fixing their soul names in the tomes. The undertaker realms have settled in uneasing calm period, there wasn't any attacks of the tapeworms but equally they are having to pick up from death god order requests. As it seems death gods are disappearing a lot and undertakers are having to fill in as grim reapers. The smart tapeworms have been dealing with Eliza attacking their grater plans when they least prepared for it. They were trying to gear up for another undertaker realm take over but her affect has stuck hard in a critical part of the plans. She still isn't fully authorized to just massacre them, as there is law in the places they escape to.
Poaching unwelcomed entities in living realm grounds has been granted. Poaching the same entities on Sigil has not been approved; do not hunt on Nuteralized ground. At least I can get triangulation of the location of the pocket realm that they are coming from. A bonous to this, the more bodies I can gain to determine soul category. Once they are fully soul bound, there will be no problems with reality laws and abilities of the gods to cast over them. Each new carcass tells me where best to catalog their final known information page on sigil and tomes. Once they are, once and for all settled; things like whole undertaker kingdoms and the death order would not be so threatened by them. I understand the title of abyss watcher will not have to interact with internal laws as I have been. They are an example of why I have to watch the abyss.
It will have been the third year since Grandpa's human passing and she was making herself an active hunter of evidence in the court house. She was full time mock demon gear set with the fake nickname 'Penheart'. She would continue using shadows to formal continue requests from her pen pals like Death and his wife.
The lord of Decay has approved of your hidden titles. Private requests have been registered to Penheart from Dark merchant of the time sea sand. Merge of these profiles has been confirmed and converted. Sigil ranker Dangerous A ranker and God hunter S ranker. Courts have automatic protection seals have removed censured filters for your profile; read articles with caution. Nothing that fancy. I have already been having the clothus law school exams. I will have to retake as mask shadow; whenever i get the freedom to. But this doesn't change my authority and scale of operations.
When a case about a child in battle between Darkwood and Seer came about. She had to pull forwards her old identities and stamp the case into god realms. My title as a lost undertaker monarch title more than my nightmare proxy lord. It this momarch title that death knows me in letters. Making what should have been a cheating close case for the Seers to win was overturned into a full drama test. Concluding that the child didn't go to either dark families. The child was also flag away from the Fallowns. So they left it to Joseph to look after the child. Joseph made a deal with Eliza that she take the days he struggles. Automatic sentence as criminal branding has been invoked, souls of this brand have already been sentence by the gods and are already in fall with divine intervention. It seems the case I paved about how the dick sold my soul to a clothus is still punishing them; no matter the Era of time - with or without me. I would have forgave everyone else that wasn't him by now. Even then, I would even the man a chance. I had my time to settle my grief. Although it seems his unchanged - with or without me.
Bring about to this moment of time that she sitting at the sofa, knitting some unnatural materials together with metal knit needles. She didn't budget in inch as the front door is slammed closed and a school bag fly past her. Another emergency body or armour in case I sell or break my current ones. I have to keep making so many, as I break so many. Even now, my hands knitting this material are creaking. The price if power. The price of sins committed and Repentance. The price that I make to fix so many broken things. Each new loop in my knitting, a remember another universe's horror and tragedy. The stains of trying to save the fragments of souls. She sighed at such many passing thoughts, as a weave of cursed magic attached to the room around her. This was the child appraoching. She stays unfazed by keen aware of the front door handle turn.
"Rough day, pudding?" She knits regardless of the child's shocked muffle to see and hear her, "Don't you worry. They aren't going to live past 18 years old. Most Darkwood kids tend to be demon sacrifice. If we are talking Seer kids; they will suffer as tome keepers. Their lives and afterlife full of torment by pages." She takes pause in hearing that stopping them from crying at least, "Good. My advice is to not cry excessively. Your tears are literally blood as are mine. When cursed cry, you loose your vitality doing so. The trade off is the amount of cool shit you can do playing with darkness." The teenager slowly are sitting themselves down at the living seats. Staring at her bewildered of what the hell she is and why she here. Although Eliza has for their sake hide herself until now, "You need some drink of water or a hot meal? You want to go see about walking the hospital grounds again."
"Why would that make me feel better?" Detected presence of marked soul - 'Brother' is nearby. He must be loitering at the front door or trying to finish a conversation without me nosing in his business.
"We are damned. Removing others pain is sort of like a food source for us. You are a normal damned with a tome. I am creature maskrade as a damned with a even worse tome. So I know your pain. I know how annoying they are when the spirit people are blocking the white Board in class. The idiots around that know your different. Kids are ruthless." She coming to the end of her knitting, "See. I know." Elbow nudged the kid, "I am Eliza. If Joseph had told you already. I am the creepy spector of a sister."
The kid in deep thought if Jospeh had ever mentioned about Eliza. But recalls the many times he say that Eliza made food for them and left pack lunches. That she be close by of something happens. It was only really now that Eliza was real for the kid, despite having lingered among them for a while. It only really dawned on them just now how far back Eliza has been around.
"I want to learn magic like everyone else." Access to magus manuscript is unavailable to this individual. I can see that from how the reality blind folds her from seeing the magic around us as we are seated here. The cloth that is a extremely tell for mage ability to sense excessive energy. I could adjust it slightly if she can trust me being that close to her head. Maybe I hold off, she to scared of me even now.
"You have to learn your tome first. Once you and your book are on agreement. Then you can bend whenever laws of nature possible." Which wasn't the advice expected to hear, "I am no telling you to learn the language. I am not expecting you to even understand meanings. It an art to learn to look at something without reading it. It's the same skill to watch things without thinking about them. It sounds impossible but it's no different to someone learning bralli." She putting away her tools and was checking over the quality of her knit work. Really only the feel glimpses, Eliza has made no direct eye contact or any square measuring of the poor kid. Just to make the kid feel comfortable around her.
"Your not forbidding me to learn?" She intends on earning the teenagers trust and chance to step up as a young adult. Not to shy away. Not to miss this life lesson. Just for that exact reason - Eliza takes a long time to climb gaze over the kid. With soon speaking her next words in direct eye contact.
"I want you to fight for yourself and be proud of what makes you. Screw those that don't like what and who you are. To love yourself is as important as respecting those that you love." Lets make this personal to really get this into the kids skull, "You care about Joseph when his back home all scratched up. You don't care about your own. If he ever sees the defense marks on your arms, he will flip out and ask who hurting you. Maybe ask me to make them piss themselves." She putting away the strange material and takes their hands, "We are all broken, wounded and carrying dark secrets. Some more the others. You are as good a bright soul as them show offs. Maybe even out magic the royal family. Although I advice to not. The Gladers are little prickly about magic use. Your never going to out beat Kyle unless you had some God blessing. He is a Glader Darkwood. Next on the throne but set to be in mortal danger for as long as his crazy uncle is alive." Pats shoulder, "You make second ranking in magic. That will be impressive and terrifying."
The miss teenager is staring a lot of how they can feel her warmth and realizes Eliza has been the one bandaging the worst wounds. Likely also knew who the real bullies are. There a lot left unspoken but it's all made with a massive hug. Eliza having to awkwardly head pet the kid as they are giving their appreciation to her.
"I hate them!" Joseph complains in walking in. About time he walked in. He heard everything but it's fine. He will try to support this girl someway. Aura of marked and spiritual interactions nearby. Known past souls in wavelength - failed to connect. Telepathic link unmatched. Undertakers.
"Do you need a hug too?" Eliza offering spare arms and he avoids her. Skirting away from the sofa and slips into the kitchen. Taking a fresh cooked French toast stick from a whole three plate of them. Each plate has a unique dipping sauce.
"I have guests coming over today." Joseph returning carefully to the living room, jiggling a whole plate of these French sticks.
"I will mix the cocktails!" Eliza proudly announced. Once freed from the embarrassed hug, she was stood and turned mock human.
"Ugh... clothes." He throws a cloak at her. She cast a spell that only royal mages use a lot often. This was a sort of mending clothing or at least one she uses to put final touches of clothing embroidery. She looking normal and around a fitting 18 year old age. The kid of 13 stares stunned of the small age gap. Eliza putting a plate of untouched French toast sticks to the kids hands. Head pat.
"They are spirit people, Eliza. They don't drink." Joseph said between mouthfuls, "This is mom's recipe. How do you know it?"
"Skills." She takes the empty plate from him and exchanged it for the third plate made, "eggy bread with seasoning isn't hard."
He scoffed that down too and for once the kids laughing in seeing the two siblings having a normal relationship. It felt homely that there was fight about who can make the best egg bread. Once the door is knocked on, the invited guests arrived.
"Excuse me." The kid answering the door stares at the stranger in a dark cloak. The slide glance to that clearly not a bird and back to that not human. The smart cookie closed the door softly and then locked it. Now the bowl of salt by the front door makes sense as a threat.
"Great job." Eliza messing up the kids hair, "That's exactly what you do with weird people." Eliza holds the kids safe and unlocked the door, "As for you things that aren't our friends. You come at such preferred time. Look at all that meat on bone. You make even Ragnar pop belly." She inhuman grappled the figure and drops them into shadow, "See banished. All gone."
"I prefer that other method where they turn into salt and dust." Eliza snickered at that comment and Joseph steers the kid away from Eliza.
"You're the broken one here." He grumbles at her.
"And I am not afraid of my imperfect." She retorts back, "If we were blind normal people, we wouldn't be working for mages in a tower of magic business." Said a little to loudly as their real guests from an elevator was stepping into the corridor, "You both hurry up and I will continue." The two humans here knew they needed a clothing change and some refreshing time.
"Penheart? What are you here for?" One the Gladers is clearly not up to speed.
"Eliza, you would happen to sell black sand?" She really staring in checking everyone out before entry. Had them seated and was providing refreshments regardless of spirit or not. She came to the reaper last that was the owner of the question. She been measuring his loyalty and ranking before calculations of black sand trade.
"If you know my trades, you know you ask differently." The reaper huffed and was gladly tapping the order in sigil walker way. She exchanges exactly as she should. He peers impressed of her exact grain measure.
"You have became only person we all know that travels beyond stopping time." She doesn't even react to this as it was spoke by what seems be Omens. But it's the host and not the title. She can tell but she doesn't want to come off as in the know.
"Where are is the title?" Mattu asked straight forwards in human English. She had to acknowledge Mattu will of topic. Warning; topic of conversation can be bent or removes from mortal awareness.
"There isn't a when or where. It had no laws. No marking in your limitations." She gives her best reply, "You can't go there as a human. You risk it all as a soul."
"That's not at all a reply I was expecting." Omens host ponders, "But it's a place."
She shakes at this and doesn't bother. She all sure everyone was comfortable. Marked being within reach; Kyle Glader, Ender Mattu, Grim reaper 'Friday', Jospeh 'Brother' Fallown and (recently added) Mallisa Jasmine Darkwood Seer. Vessel of Omens detected without empowerment. Death realm energy at above average - access to soul spells is available. Storage of energy presented is in affect.
"Oh Kyle. Look at you all snazzy grown a few feet." Eliza making some distractions, "I will soon not need to have you under my watch when you come of age or take the throne if mages." He spat his drink in choking at that being a thing.
"When was he under your watch and how long?" Mattu glares. Of course he doesn't remember. His eyes are that of a man that can't read me. Look how scared of me he is, clunched right hand over a hilt. He thinks I could harm them or be out for him.
"Sheesh, you asked me and now you are at me for keeping a promise. Maybe been a few time reverts ago but I am broken soul. Of course I remember. Oh you silly sad soul." She makes a tea towel appear and mops up sprayed drink and spit, "Just another life ago." It feels like being around my aunt again. The years I spent mopping spilt liquids from people choking in shock. I am always cleaning.
"Oh, I forgot about that." Grim reaper Friday slaps his thigh, "Souls with creaks or are damages can't be clean slates between lives. She going to remember everything. If you had murdered her in a previous life, she could still have the right of revenge. Broken as that may sound, but broken souls is one the many things handed off to soul carvers."
"Tasty." She seems like she was correcting the reaper and yet that made nonsense for everyone else. Just talking about broken souls is making me remember the flavors. I am straving. Please don't eat these souls - no one here meets your criteria or has your permission to soul remove. Be mindful of this being the living realm. Party pooper. Of course I know where I am and that none of them have damaged enough souls to by under my intensive care.
"Starved as might be. Let's not have put guests soul removed on a whim." Joseph slides between them, "Updates. So the darkwood and Seer case was concluded with Mallisa under joint care by me and Eliza. Given we aren't going let the poor girl be tome sacrifices or demon fodder." The collective of guests stare to Mallisa taking a seat with people in the living room. They don't have Mallisa on record. They haven't been tracking the moves of the four families as closely as I thought they should.
"That's messed up. Why do you both know that?" Grim Friday was pointing. Death's own people aren't informed of Seers? At least they should by the bare minimum in worry of Trickster problems. No? That seems very wrong. There a lot of things not making sense.
"Sorry for not letting us be murdered by own man crazy cultists in the life. You seriously can think of a reason why stay with people that just want to use your corpse and soul for dark practice." Eliza slaps down on a surface. She grudges their reaction time to flinch or their opinions to notice her behavior. They are reacting enough to what I do expect but off... very off. Slower too. Even Mattu.
"I am with Eliza in wondering why your asking us why we know when we escaped that." Joseph nodding at this, "Every Seer house has corpses in the walls. Spirit corpses roaming the space. Books that turn into reptiles and leave no traces."
Eliza has hands at hips and stares down at them all. She tracing their hand placement and measuring their souls. No abnormality inside them. All targets within you reach are as you expect but you will have to direct eye contact with Mattu to scale his muliple soul names. You will need to touch and hold Omens for the same testing.
"Darkwoods have the enslavement contract across several hell realms. Do know how many souls I am cleaning up across Styxs?" She noted the sheer terror that she even taking about the freaky hell river. The time revert among the afterlife realms has really hit them hard this time. It's no helping things.
"Hold that line. Styxs. You walked hell?" She sighed at them all.
"Here I thought her owning the nightmare world's was enough of a hell. There is actually hell?" Joseph isn't caught up in all of the realms that do exist. The group as a whole are reeling with what they are facing. As it will seem the search for Omens true title has become expanded in places not thought possible. The grim reaper makes to nearly saying something and back down from it.
"Teixeira." The grim reaper finding some courage to his thoughts, "Can I request to have you soul fetch the true title of death our of one the tape worms?"
"Really? That one is a frist. His been ate by Morpheus and Loki a few times. By to be gotten by them." She sounds unsurprised. The meet way of her causal had put them all stupefied. Mattu being the one having to shake out of it and took out an very old journal of his. She hasn't seen that thing in a long time. She had even stared him with a soft purr as his nervous flicking the pages. He slams it closed and took out another one and cycles it. It was fourth book in that she was seeing others getting out the daze.
"Why is it easy to just ask stupid things and you understand it?" Joseph looking to her.
"My sense of what is stupid is asking questions that you can reach your own logic to answer. You ask me why do tomes have sentient awareness and eat people, obviously from stopping just anyone from accessing the tomes and messing the hard work of us soul scripture. But when it is a thing that shouldn't have happened and has no reason to happen. You ask me nicely. I will have an opportunity to do my job." She breaks her human image by removing the tome from the gaping hole through her. It drips black with a tacky thickness. She worked fast skimming the wet pages. She smoothed over the tome pages and found the many true title gods in a bind. She puts the book back.
"Death realm creatures they will be. If that's the way the universe of its greater machinations wills to pull." She spoke in nightmare which was garbled and clicky tones. She stares deeply into space, not at anyone particularly and a plastered vacant business smile.
"Hang on. I know this one." Jospeh stands up and when fetching something. When he came back, the pour of unknown liquid trails over her. Beading around like mercury droplets. He hovered in wondering if she needed another spray but she clicked her back as she was leaning forwards. Her left hand picking up a crystal wine flute, her right hand holding an invisible bottle to fill the flute.
"The gate over the boundaries has a terrible price. Nothing you have to offer will improve this situation." She couldn't help but give a proper warning, to do her one thing she promised herself always to do right. It was always to give warning of what souls are giving up to cross the unknown abyss. There was so much about it that couldn't be ignored and much more that was left at baited breath. She lowered her head in hoping that everything she has now is enough of to convince anyone of them to never leave, "These things are inside the boundaries, thus you don't actually need to go to the abyss nor do you actually need me. But even being at the edge of cliff, some fool tombstone for it." She straighten properly and with pulled determination, "The titles of both death and omens are unbroken and untampered. I will fetch death gladly as I have before. But omens... the true title has many secrets and there are a number of reasons for why I am unbothered to fetch a soul that can save itself. Although what a mess to leave unfinished business at a time of dire attention by massess." She had even grinned with breaking a human illusion, "Clever marketing. Yes." She eased back a 'normal'.
"Why would my title be of topic to you?" The host of Omens huffed and clearly isn't aware of his fragile lacking. Even less the true title now then he had ever been among. Many pawns of fate have been free frolicking without a sense of predictable history ahead. To the extent that omens many vessels aren't aware of his own secrets is tell enough that things are not as they seem. She suspects this could also mean there some strange death god vessels that have become disconnected to the true title, infected by a soul these tapeworms or the switch off of the mircale knowledge the true souls carry.
Detection of infection has improved, ranked as tapeworm poacher has been granted. Requests gathered and 10 targets have been tracked. You have cursed them all - as requested by true death a lifetime ago. Those he was worried about when he stepped down as to be a papa. I remember now.
Do you wish to enhance curse to nightmare binder? The nightmares will be infected too then, so no. I still haven't figured out the way these souls will be placed in the classifications. Clearly death realm, but as what? Not the same as the metal souls or the tome. Entry of clothus are also death realm in prevention of human enslavement. Clothus and the entities are of the same category. They are undead decay cleaners, as tab labeled. So someone smart has beat me to it. It's fine. If this is how it will be, bring some order to the chaos back for death and his wife. Why the hell not?
"Penheart, you doing that thing again." She often in courts is talking to the sigil interface. This must look strange as her inputs are clothus language and returned in clothus.
"Who are you talking to?" Joseph can tell her body language that much to tell she always in conversation. Mattu has already taken his defensive stance in fear of her. Everyone around Eliza is at edge.