She slain all the annoyances in her way, killed a bunch of the tapeworms clinging some attempted trap at the campfire. Several of the monsters fake trees were among her causalities. She makes it to the corpse remains of Omens old god eater body. The other him isn't here. The solid black thing with one eye. She minds not, it's maybe good news. But she actually making it deeper into the land because she following her tracker curse over true deaths soul name. As it turned out, these parasites aren't actually in time space and thus they are playing by time space law. They been trying to fish true titles and take control over the universe. Death was the only one they captured and are finding impossible to make into a puppet.
She breaks down another one of these monsters over their little campsite in land they have here. Released a ton of flesh converting insects. She had dealt with these mock butterflies before. They land on you, eat your vitality and lay eggs in you. The eggs consume flesh and alter into an adult instantly. Repeating the reproduction. When they arent eating, they sit as a swarm covering a surface. Masked to capture prey or mimic the look of leaves on a tree. Using tree husks as perfect cover. Fire is only really how to deal with them. But this land has no real fire. In this world, they are yellow. But they are meant to be brown blacken marron on the outer wing and piercing ruby red on the open. Human skull pattern or a slight eye look.
"Mmmm, snacks." Of course the tapeworms eat these butterflies. But it's the distraction needed as she crossed into their close proximity and began stealing crap. She plucked the weakest ones. Breaking down the core soul inside and making alterations she ruthlessly went and stabbed through scooping true death from them. She stole all these other victims from their grasp. She slaughtered every last one, proving to be the biggest threat to them. She makes sure they will know to not mess her stuff about. As it turns out 10 infected clothus, mind of clothus long replaced by the worms but by legals stance. These are clothus. They speak and know about rules.
"Breaking of the truce between us the clothus kingdoms means automatic sentence under the god court. You are on my domain, this beach and land around the beach is my land. Law of the jungles means who will out survive the other!" She cast enslaving curse over the whole set and spoke no word out of guidance of clothus rules. They all are clearly understood her and are trying to refuse. Trying to flee. They know they broke the rules. Sentence by clothus magic divine law added more layers. These ten names are soon under her. They barely weakly kneel with face full of sand. She devours and consumes all ten souls. Breaking and recycling. Converting. Every last body scrap and no flesh left not touched. She claws it all back to the beach, tossing every part of the remains into the vast oceans. Pulling them to be made into the universe properly. Anything she might have left is being licked clean by the local monsters. Including Omens stepping from spying out this slaughter.
"I want them." He tells her. She makes sure his fully functional with rational judgment. But she sees the gold - that bright light of gods with greater machinations.
"There are ten. They can be yours. Given them all new soul names then seek them in the universe. They must be recycled." She takes Omens at his front, "If you take them, you take the sins they committed as yours. You take the position of the one accused causing all these difficulties. Do you think you can carry that? That they murdered your follower. That they killed many mages. Killed humans. Do you think you can climb back up from that?" She stradies deep into Omens.
"Who do you think I am?" He questioned. She huffed.
"Of course you use you god follower like bait to net a bunch of soul under you. You no different as a Trickster as me." She lets go, "Besides gods don't follow the rules." She punched him and picked him up over her shoulder. His out cold. Soul removed and being placed beside deaths. She can hear the two true titles talking to each other. She makes triple sure she got every fragment. Standing with spreading her senses and darkness. Snatching more. She doesn't let on little lick of Omens or Death get stuck here. She stretched her limits, knowing she can't invade other territories.
She has to turn away back to the universe grasp of the sea. She peers to her sandy campsite. The corpses all dragged away to the ocean but the make pale fall tree and her little pit still untouched. She surveys the distances and softly makes it to the firepit. Putting both god corpses down and tossed souls all back into their bodies. She pulls a prepared vessel from storage and tossed all of the death souls into that one. She sits between them, tossed another log to the pit. The flare of purification for all three of them. She provides a cup each, posed left hands in holding the cups. Pouring a walker path potion for them each.
"What you planning on painting the baby room in?" She asked death and jolts in shock. She tilts making sure he was OK and eventually he took the sip of the drink. He then sort of laughed to himself. Soon she knew that laugh. It was comfort at finding someone to talk to, no filters and no pretense. None that nonsense of being between a mortal and a god.
"Were are having quintuplets." He sighed deeply.
"Man, that's tough. I can see why you take so long coming back. It's OK to have a break. But she needs one too. It's OK to leave them in the crib for a moment. Just make sure you have a monitor or a guardian. Maybe you should ask one the goddess of children protection as a nanny." He nods at that being a sensible idea. Omens leaned forward at them both and then away from the fire. Wide eye and just sort of looking around at everything.
"What is this?" He questioned without being exact.
"I had not returned us back to the universe yet. This is the camp fire. I sit here a lot. The sand makes good summoning." Death peers about the purple sky of green clouds. Strange moons and back to the strange flex water.
"We are not in time or space." He checked.
"Nope. There is no time. Not a space. The ocean is that for you. You are just fish out of water. This flame is providing time and space. This is a chunk of the universe core. I can't carry it back without breaking crap. It's why living realm reverts." Death nods agreeing at this.
"You should really let it burn out." He said and she nods in understanding.
"This is the place with the god eater trees." Omens no longer leaning on the dead one. Leana pulled him to sit his but back down.
"Freaking idiot forgot his been here before." She sighed to death, "Although it's your frist time. How are you liking it?" Death looking at the land and back to the sea. To her and back at these things.
"You're tome. This is yours. This land." She nods, "Your encircled the entire universe." He looking out, maybe his sight allows him to see the other sea side.
"Well actually. I have ownership of the sand. You lot belong to the water. The land is divided between several neighbor universes. Five of those neighbour's have come to me for safety. So I gained a few feet of land. They were helping me watch the out there. But the tapeworms." She glares to Omens and he posed surrender, "Well now Omens said he would take them. His thier problem. You complain that your domain collapse to him." Death leans looking at Omens with deep hate. Omens shivered.
"I didn't." He freezed up and looked at the flame. Looking at the world around them, reclined back in reeling in suddenly knowing, "I did."
"He took a part of Obrien. One of summons lost brothers. His the proud owner of the fea wild." She explains to death, "This means they fall under the fairy laws. One the decay realms. So it does return back to your concept." Death huffed and reclined back amd drinking. He then wanted something more. She snickered and pours some God ale. It was from some God chamber. She forgot where and when. If it's even this universe. Likely not. It must be great because both gods at her side wanted more. She tried it for herself and understood. Snickered in realization of what she did.
"I think you need your wife." She takes both by the collar and harzardly walked to the sea. The two men bickering.
Really from here it was a drunken walk home. They walked together across natural random boundaries crossings. Take dangerous opportunities. It seemed a hilarious idea for them. The only one making sensible steering was death, as he was always seeing life spans and used it to get the three of them away from things. They however weren't all good ideas as they were at times petting some God eaters or taunting demons. Laughing the whole trip at stupid things. Death took them to places he seen before and wanted to visit off duty. Using his gate around. Most of these places were pretty cool on the surface but were a underbelly of some very scary stuff. Omens was clearly making mental notes; what little he can vaguely do in being so drunk. Leana would share random thoughts or would ask to share another spray pretty places she found. Getting the three of them lost in the dreamland worlds. But it was fine since they were protective of each other. Death would sometimes make a dream walker freak out with him telling them when they will die. This was plenty muse for the three of them.
"Alright folks..." She punched them both unconscious once more but now they are in the dream world. It makes taking them home that much easier. She posed death over his offical desk with a bunch of the souvenirs. She left a bottle of the drink to lady death to find - 'Drink me to make him look after you'. Leana snickered loving the plan.
"What are you doing? What is all this?" Leana jolts instantly and she makes sure death soul was back in. Yup. His sleeping. His dreaming still, leave it to the wife.
"Your turn." She forced the bottle over the lady death, "Sorry getting him back too long. Congrats." She hiccups and then picked up omens. His souls and his corpse. Harzardly leaves, lady death brought a gate up and make this easier. Leana grins waves.
Sigils path was busy. She didn't know where she was and why here. But she wasn't going to disturb the lovers. She adjusted Omens across her shoulders. Laughing at how stupid she been. Sometimes in tears and some sobbing.
"Should I?" An undertaker asked another.
"Maybe consider the fact that's a god on her shoulders. Well a corpse. So the soul must be somewhere."
"Well I meant calling the dragonfly crest folks." There a long pause of watching Leana stomping about.
"Allow me." Another passer by already on it, "I am reporting in abnormal undertaker in your crest." The short pause, "I mean, she Laughing and carrying around a god across her shoulders. Your guess is as good as mine." A lean to check, "Yes there a slave collar." Leans back, "Really? That's quick." Hanging up, "Maybe this is one them shadow sorts. There must be someone crazy to own this."
"Teixeira Trickster!" She stops stuck to the spot and rolls the corpse to lean on the wall. She then fell on the floor with snickering. She shoved Omens soul back in the body. Sitting on the floor, soon Omens was laughing with her. He doesn't know why she Laughing but it is infectious laughter.
"Your both drunk." Riddle towered them both with being beyond pissed.
"I thought you said he died." Omens creaked between laughs.
"I die a lot. I loose track. This is why we have written records for." She trying to sober up but she soon back to Laughing. Riddle sighed with trying to work out what to do.
"What the hell did you give us to drink?" Omens asked.
"You know... I completely forgot I had it. It was from the eating hall for gods. I want to day its one the fancy wines. I just can't remember what." Omens nods at this. He tried to stand up and barely can. He dropped to the floor as a bird shape, deep sleeping. She still laughs, scooping the bird body all neat. She barely gets herself up and placed Omens on Riddles shoulder. A big warm smile to see things back right. She stays standing, but she is sleep standing as damned do. Riddle sighed again since he can't be mad that she returned omens. Must have did something to the threat of them parasites. He even would guess that, she covered in so much strange death realms energies; the true title of death was also back.
"You aren't happy." Greyhound walking up to them, "Sheesh someone drown in a brew house."
"Alcoholic beverages that even makes gods drunk. They must have caused all sorts of havoc." Riddle takes Leana in arms bridal style, not wanting to put up with her waking up here. Just carries them back to the kingdom boarders. He makes a tour to drop her into several wash areas on the way. She was deep sleep during the whole duration of her transformation into a clay body. Back into the locked coffin on his flat. His too busy to watch for her and omens to wake up.
Omens was awake before she was. Seated at the flat sofa in trying to reflect drunk adventures. There was massive gaps and some questions of if he imagined it all. But the longer he was sobbering, the more things were real.
"I can't remember everything." Omens telling his follower, "What I do know was it was black sand beach. The ocean was freaky. The trees ate things. There was several moons that blinked. Purple sky with green clouds. The fire pit beside a fallen tree. There was no space. There wasn't time, just seconds between smoldering embers." Riddle had a moment and pulled the drawing out. It was the pool drawing she gave Greyhound. On the back if this drawing is a colorless beach of exactly what omens was talking about, "Well shit. It is real." Omens finds himself tracing the image a little, "That was crazy."
"Well I am glad your back. Not sure I call being in one peice. She refusing to let go of one your souls." Riddle posed backwards at the moved coffin. He had it put to the roommate bedroom, "she also hugging another two bottles of something. When I asked her mask side about anything. She would go insane with melting to the floor." Omens frowns at not being sure how that works but he doesn't know how mask damned work. Only the vague things from his follower or other human souls.
"Was one labeled for me?" He asked. Riddle sighed deeply and that was a yes, "Well I not going to do that anytime soon. I have a lot to clean up and ask forgiveness for. The parasites that cause so much are now mine. They are in my domain and are owned by me. So it means their damage is mine to own." Riddle folds and sighed hurt.
"At least their not clothus anymore. Did you name all ten yet?" She puts the bottle to omens left hand, "Their all in your home domain. Your pocket realm. They are now among the many other fea, waiting for your return home as their king. Wondering when you going to get yourself a queen."
"That's not how that works." Riddle said and Omens waved this all dismissive.
"I am not going to marry anyone. I have enough." Leana snickered at that denial out of Omens, "Don't start laughing again." She now gave Riddle her last bottle. She also throw Omens his soul that was missing. Suddenly remembered his realm, his fea and the entities he brought and their new shape. She laid across the counter they all been parked at, almost back to sleeping again.
"Stop that." Riddle pulls her back up right. She laid on him instead, testing him. He seems all the more relaxed now, flops over her again. He still has so much soul missing. She didn't find it on her drunk travel. She would have got them if she crossed them.
"There was some beautiful places. I want to show you them someday." She got comfortable and he doesn't mind.
"I have to go. But I will be in renewal of our contract." Omens pointed at Riddle. Riddle bows with what he can. The gate was opened and Omens was snatched through it. Likely that summons has some word to have. Drunk sibilings interventions. She smiled at this and looking up with Riddle. He pets her head, making her stop looking at him. He hugs around her and moved the both of them to the coffin. The bottle bring taken with. He puts it safely into a hidden the coffin. And the lays them both in. Locking it. This wasn't his bedroom. He moved a lot of things into this room, everything that is his private use. They lay together seemingly waiting. It was soon clear why. This was revert time. Things are about to be shuffled and he doesn't want her lost. He locked all his most important tools around them. So if only it is this coffin that survived the changes, he can hasn't have to start from scratch. Holding her closely. It soon clear the entire kingdoms of crests were going through a massive change. She felt it too, fear of loosing progress.
"When kingdoms are erased but the undertakers themselves aren't. The coffins protect us as the realms adapts. It's not always been a proven safe thing. Sometimes undertaker coffins get lodged in places that don't make sense." He explains to her, "I have had this coffin fall to the demon city a few times now. They always stealing my stuff." She clings hard as clearly this coffin was in free fall. He pats her softly. Just waiting. Clearly they both thrown about as they fell into water. There a feeling of babbling about, floating.
"Normally coffins travel the styxs, right?" She muttered.
"Maybe. I don't know." He sighed and they lay being in this drift. There a scrapping at their backs and the a louder brushing. Beaching to a shore. They stay laying the coffin. Sometimes a clunck at the feet end, as maybe the blocked other coffin from passing the flow. A harsh kick above and they back to bobbing the water. Listening to the sounds of voices netting out coffins.
"That one!" The sound if rope, or some pull system. Lift from water and swaying. She peers up and Riddle was soulless. So his soul was returned back to the living realm. But his hand suddenly lifted and shields her eyes. His body sank to her shadow. Left behind a fabric he tied over her sight. She stays here, blind.
"Your going to sleep now. Wait for me." His hand was gone. And she lays this coffin afraid. As all of him is gone. But his gear. The tools. The books. She soon felt the suggestion deeply effective of her. Laying sleeping here.
"Gah, damn him. Freaking idiot left the collars freak in hate." Greyhound voiced, the lid was open, "Well he left all the things like he promised." Books. Several artifact tools. An undertaker tome. Several ring seals. Greyhound took a crown, it belongs to the dragonfly crest.
"What or who is that?" The current monarch taking the gear.
"I want to guess she's owned by him. It's not a normal human, if your fooled by her innocent." Coffin closed. Muffle the conversation. Soon she jolted as they are transporting several coffins. Taking these future undertakers. This is why the coffin chests are always the source of pre-made gear for undertakers to wear after the clay firing. The way the road bumps and the clatter of horse hooves. She does drift to light sleep as it was peaceful enough. She pulled everything inside the coffin into her storage, leaving only her mask inside - wrapped in layers of cloth skin. The interior gutted with not a scrap left behind. Safe from thieves.
It wasn't long for rivals to interfere and steal undertaker coffins off the transport crates. Meaning not all undertakers return to the same crest kingdom as before. Her mask stays clinging to this coffin. Hoping it wasn't removed from its intended destination. Restless sleeping.
Welcome to the undertaker realm of the dragonfly crest. Please input your ranking and sign the pledge. Just filling in anything will be against his wishes. I will leave it to time out.
She was right, the sigil screen eventually faded off. Without her input. The coffin placed to storage lock in the catacombs. She lays relaxed inside now there wasn't going to be much move from this point on. Well she hopes at least.