Analysis of your chosen targets has been fully checked. Results; the tapeworms are not present in them but traces of them has caused temporary side effects. This is the equivalent of gods erasing soul memory - this is reversible unlike if this was a real gods hand work. They have no memory of when they were infected. The residual remains suggests they were under control until coming to the living realm. There isn't enough death realm energy to sustain tapeworm control.
This is still bait. They are fishing me. Just as I of them. There has to be a spy here... but I still haven't fully checked Mattu and Omens - they are to wary of me. One them is likely a tapeworm spy. Grim reaper Friday is also likely. Yes, a reaper from the death realm will have retained realm energy inside himself. It explains their actions... their strangeness. I am not convinced of my brother and the grim reaper Friday are trusted either.
Eliza pose patient for them to make the mistake first. She however needed a more direct act then what they have so far. She doesn't want blood shed.
"Laura. I need you to fix the missing god titles." Mattu never makes a bold request and the tone depth isn't his. His manner speech is forced and nothing of his cold gaze. She could even look at him, since for her- he didn't sound serious enough. No ounce of sincere or emotional urges. For undertakers that's important but Mattu was unique half damned. Ender title. God follower. When it was his fear of something happening to Omens, there was always an emotional waver in his words even as an undertaker.
"Do you even remember me?" She crossed her arms, taking a slide tilt in playing up an act. This clearly has no affect to anyone that it did matter for, "Joseph, when you were a kid. What was the dish we avoided eating, especially on Sundays?" That sharp turn to him and he jolts putting a gaurd up. He is taking way to long to even make an answer. She played down with a human laugh, posed open palms, "Man you were saying I couldn't make the best cocktails. Look at you all so drunk." They all all were nervous laughing and soon it was played quiet genuinely. She pats Joseph in the back, removing the forgein soul substances. Sprayed blood over the sofa. He continued laughing and acting like she just patting his back. Mallisa is the only one that looking pale and scared.
"I am sure you should know the answer about the Sundays. You were there a lot Mat. I think it was you that came up with the recipe for yellow rice. It was fantastic. The meat was the best part." She grapples Mat over to her with play 'punch'. Ripping all the way through clean. The removed graphite flakes.
"Why are you saying Sunday? I am sure you mean Saturdays at Grandpa's. The drunk chicken was always over grilled. It always game show night." That's not a good enough answer for anyone of the potential tapeworm folks here. The fact they are least corrected the day shows there working brain cells. But they arent in full access to the host memories. They play off human enough but there some glaringly obvious issues.
"I would have thought you ask about Thanksgiving." She playing about with the graphite chucks and just wondering when the illusion is gone. Wondering if they clocked on or they just trying to string this lie a little longer.
"I dont remember anything." She heard emotion in words that fell out of Mattus lips. His body language doesn't even match these spoken words. But... she softly reached her left hand to his. She give him all the attention she can. Even if it meant ignoring Mallisa taking the chance to hid in the bathroom. Poor girl would have been ready for such an attack by Eliza. But Mallisa knew Elizas abnormal questions had meant something and that Eliza didn't attack because she wanted to. Really Eliza gave every opportunity for them to get the picture. From the second Eliza made herself a visible being, testing them.
"I feel nothing at all." Mattu staring at her hold of his hand. The tape worm affect is wearing off, he patting his front in seeing a gaping hole. Right hand wipes a bit of blood inspecting the body condition. But his lips keep talking to her even when there isn't any contorl at all.
"I hear you talking." She purred gently and the instant of wanting to leave her. He can't get her hand off his. He tries to crawl backwards away and everyone else seems to try to take her off him. But it's not as it seems. They all soon learning the bodies they are in aren't able to reach her, feel her presence of mass or make sense. Or that none of them was even knowing what to do in this situation. She free hand scraps through every last graphite flake and every last foreign material. All that there is of Mattu is a soulless active body that questionable still active. The last removed shard and he wasn't forced posture at all. Laying the sofa with her over him. She had even plucked through his shadow storage and took away everything this body had.
"What about everyone else?" He stares blankly about the ceiling, there isn't a shred of that cold aura. His so lifeless and hollowed.
"Your the only one converted into a hollow one." She lays over with seeing her cursed bindings enacted. All them plastering the walls or corpse in postures. The chest of parasite stone incases in crystal sinking to hell in chains again. She hugs around him, "You the only one that can meet that condition." She hugging around him, sitting on his lap and fixing his body and clothes. She lovingly restores all she can, slowly. If she to fast, he might start reacting negative and causing more problems. Might get himself ate by her creatures.There isn't pain for him and there isn't releif either. Given how bright the lights are in here, he was heating up fast. She leans with meeting foreheads, "I am sorry that you have turned into a hollow. But I will promise to bring all your soul back together. Can I have your trust and belief in the meantime?" He staring all about her and her comfort of him. He sees how she has linked their left hand with interlacing the fingers. His scales all over her but there still really nothing raised or lowered. Really, his eyes were seeking something a lot. It isn't for a good time but rather he knew something about her was wrong. He sitting up matching her, freeing his hand to pat her all around. Unable to leave or move her off him but at least understands she protecting him from something else. Now he has the senses of a hollow, things that were hidden in realities beyond the living realm were now obvious. Things she also bind with her powers. Her energy was spread all to hold everyone and everything to stop in this localized circle.
"You're a hollow one too." He knew now from her skin was like his own. How light was temperature, not the classic damned skins that are burnt by pure UV. But for her light is cold and for him it was hot. Maybe this difference is living and dead. Still this wasn't the wrong he meant.
"What will you wish to be called by? Do you want one of your original undertaker names? I know enough about you to grant that much." She doesn't mind him investigating about her and himself. The shock of converting looses many. If she lets him grasp at his own pace, he will not go wanting to eat every soul around them. This is how dangerous he has became. Hollows feel they must eat souls to refill what they lost. Breaking souls to steal whatever aspects of a soul to recreate thier own. One who ate souls sound of the soul screams from their stomach. His not ate any. He can be reasoned and explained. When a hollow is self aware even at this stage; they don't actually need to eat souls for survival and would even be afraid of eating souls.
"I don't want my past for now but there seems something wrong about you." She nods in agreeing of this.
"Hollows can vary by the willpower and energy consumption. Your base level as you are can pass for a undertaker or human. You have never ate a soul before. Although your a blank slate of no soul or memory. Your in a body that has some history and has preferences. Your mind will still have enough memory to know languages and vague about beings you thought you knew." She softly gathered his hands to their front, "I am a part hollow, I gained back most of my original soul. But I am also carrying the fragments of other souls. Admittedly, I ate them. But I am not harming them, I am protecting them. They arent able to have bodies and interact with current reality. So instead of letting them scream in the voids of the Abyss. I have been carrying them, letting them share me. They arent me but they have become a part of me. I want all of me even these fragments - happy." She cups his hands, "Do you want some or are you not wishing to carry other souls?" He stares deeply in her. She can tell his already grasp how to use senses like a hollow. He seems suddenly to withdraw a lot of senses, maybe it's the realization of soul being what is attractive.
"I would rather not." She closed their hands and gives a soft warm smile, "Arent you a clothus too?" She lets him retreat his hands from her.
"I will never want to at my own will to ever cause harm to other souls. You have to enslave my soul to make me break or enslave others. I am not a real clothus. I stole enough soul fragments of them to become one." He was playing with her clothus skins now, all his senses absorbed in trying to figure her out. Trying to understand her. Fingers tracing clothus images. Clothus cloth are often marked of their ranking colour and images of their history embossed into them. They wear their own history and carry memory like this. So when their cloth is damage, it damages their memory. Clothus don't have hollow senses, it's been a part of many lies she has. But given many arent studiously aware of clothus capabilities - she been able to pass of for one. Until now. Now he knows.
"You repaired so much of your skin. Is there anything that was your originally?" She sighed as his grasp that too. Her clothus mock skin was just a clothing piece she wears as camouflage.
"In other to fool prey. To blend among sheep, is to wear sheep clothing." He frozen to this and drills slowly up to her face. Plucking off her mask. He puts it down as there was another to replace it. Taking that one too. Then another. Stacking those many faces confusingly around them both. Maybe looking for her natural one. She stops him and does the honors. The broken one she is now. Inhuman. He holds this original mask with grate care. Angling it many ways in poking his senses all over her mask. She would maybe say his hollow sense is licking her. She stops him trying to poke her eyes with hand posed at the eyes often.
"Why have you kept peices of my old lives?" Maybe it's because of them both being hollow that access to abyss and erased memory was able. Also, their is no emotions or fear of over reaction by his soul. So he able to watch these memories calmly.
"I couldn't let go of who I fallen in love with. The person that been through thick and thin. That taught me many things. We saved each other many times. Lived many types of lives. In those other universes, we had lived and married. Children. So much. Maybe too much. You don't remember everything." She softly taking back her peices and putting all herself back together. He back to tracing the images over her cloth, as since she purposely choosen every detail. Everything was deliberately made. He happens upon that she wearing layers, hiding some secrets stories. He traces them too. She soon very embarrassed as she can no longer keep in this very platonic moment from being just that. He at least stops with how she expressed this embarrassing feeling. Watching the clothus skins flex and fold. His impressed that she can.
"Teixeira Trickster, you hide so much but I trust you enough to understand you going to protect me." He helps tucking her clothing and masks back as she stops burying her face in her hands, "I would guess it be for the better we gain back enough of myself to stop this hunger." She nods and stands up off him. He sees the spell crafted bindings all over himself, unable to remove or make sense of these spell cloth drapes. He can tell that these drapes were some of hers, from on her, thus keeping them away. The things at the edges of his sense reach.
"We can at least start on the easy to return parts." She lifted the tomes from the folds of her fabric layers and began pulling about through the inside of the book contains. Somewhere beyond reason within this universe, someone hissed and cries of having these things taken from itself. He sees chains of sin that aren't his being dropped off this body. She removed the fingers from his rings. She cleans them up properly with a polish cloth. One by one, these stone rings are being slipped on his fingers. He stares dazed and feels them. He felt compelled to sudden tear up and to be angry. He was angry at her but his not sure why he has to be. Really he deeply thinks about how she stuck in the life and death system: attached to the laws. It wasn't her fault that her effort to save them was wasted by time turning back.
That the rings she gained were in the enemy hands, not because she trying to fail them. This suddenness of feeling the new senses, he can feel all sorts of souls across boundaries. Things he didn't consider before. How she seems to keep these unseen away from them. Really, it killed his angry in how she has been in her unseen way to keep everything around her. So now he allows the soul of these rings take back pull of his mind and make sense of his heart. He all the more alert and feeling. Hunger for souls is a bad thing and now he knows not to act on irrational idea.
"And this is all I can gain for now. Not without ripping through things I shouldn't. I don't want you upset I break through omens jaw or something of the undertaker monarch private safe." She puts the tomes all away hidden once more, "There hasnt been new infected names and there hasn't been any improvement of those already. Stagnant stale mate." He returns right over her towering and with holding her to look at him. She placed her hands holding her front but complies softly at letting him pose her. Chin sharply up.
Inside those eyes began to seep colour from the black there was. Silvery blue and some tones of green. A ring of brown pulled over at last. That expression of inquiry and fear. The way his hands are shaking, holding her face to look into him. She not sure what his trying to not let her see or do. She is using her own senses to track what his shadow powers and hollow sense were. He was tracing her cloth layers again, she certainly was blushing and pale for it.
"We have to work together." He has some pluck of cold in the back of that tone as if it doesn't please him so. But to have even an ounce of his original back, she couldn't help but give a soft purr and tight smile. He took that as her reply without words. She used her own sense to sort of hand slap a sensitive area his senses were encroaching over, now frowning at him. He was take by surprise and now she has her own force to seal layers and get him to stop tracing her in such a creepy manner. Her snap back made his hands shiver more with having to lower them to her shoulders.
"Now your done tracing my many tattoos and playing with my skins." She flexed a lot of the layers in sheer well. All the masks independently articulated back properly, "Maybe getting on with having a little counter attack of our own against these rule breakers should be next now. Maybe sweep in and help some folks. Once I have edited some soul breaks on them, law of reality will make sure these worms are playing on the same war field as everyone else. Maybe they will be a problem still after but they will be not something attracting issues with the abyss." She moved her right hand on his heart around the front of his chest. She cast power into this, drawing a tattoo - one he was likely looking for. Once it was done, there was colour about his skin and the very fragments of his heart started repairing. The tattoo sunk through as it is imprinted on his heart and not the layers above it. It's fitting since it was something omens in a past life gave her. Back at the golden age of Omens height of godihood. She would guess Mattu was envious that she has one and not him.
"You need his input but that's likely what you wanted." She folds in tightly as it took a lot out of her to draw that. But his even more icy angry in his eyes now then before she began. She not sure what his so buzzed about, "I do remember the somewhat warning attached about this..." She meant his new heart repairs, "Your sense of empathy is returned. Suddenly irrationally thoughts seem all the more sense. You that more connected to your soul wishes. That's not always a good thing, since soul don't care about the rules." She almost fell backwards, which wasn't far with being sat down. But his hand on her back held her to him, lost in her lips.
"Then I am going to break the rules." It's was the last thing she heard him say. He gathered all of her up. He casts a bewitching spell over her mind, blurring all her senses. He untied the chains she had over herself. The ones that were the parasites in a crystal chest. Once he knew these wasn't any attachments, he held her close and cast a black disc gate. Leaving the room of corpses and problems to glitch. Time reverting.
A fight between them was the reality bend of what happened and why so many were now dead or ashes. Mallisa took this as her first time using her tome to mark the dead and keenly aware of undertaker meddling. She knows Eliza spot although not to her access - was meant to be among these. For now left unmarked and now not accountable. The way human will clean away and move one so to speak. It be just another blink and this freak accident will be in the sea of other mage accidents. Baffling them as nothing seems to improve or worsen.
Convertion into undertaker has began, automatically all structures and ranking will be reformatted. An enslavement collar has been placed over, but the owner has not intentions of forcing orders.
Notice message; 'this is only temporary until our vowls' . Sometimes he is a total creep himself. But I suspect he wants a way to soul bind me to the undertaker realm and prevent me slipping back to living realm grounds. The last time was not intentionally for me to return back at all. I thought I was sticking around to find more his rings and protect the tomes. Actually... yeah. I still have my monarch realm and it has enders working as tome keepers. Off grid from the reach of parasite and dragonfly crest. Maybe it's something to do with that.