Leana in dreamer shape turns another page in this fanfiction of her life. Pondering of the writer knows how to even write a love novel or if this was some screwed up crazy fever dream. Thus far she has sneered in how weird her relationship is with the undertakers. Has laughed at how accuracies come in strange small details and most times was exaggerated. Especially the god eater under the old decking of her aunts backyard. It's about the size of a Caymen, which is the least scary sized reptile that Florida offers. She closed the cover, sighing from the nonsense.
Scynonization of ring barrier; half completed. Data updating. Filters applied. Oath ranking alterations. Death order status formated to new update. The system has been slow chugging for a while, no progress at all with the whole notepad phone thing.
"Where is this?" She peers up to the way his damned side is independently active and fully capable of its own sentient chooses. She watched it act like a child, poking everything and anything possible. Left her livingroom for the scribbles hallways. She can hear the throw of the pen pot and the 'seeieeek' of a pen across a surface. She almost reached for the book again when it poked to stare at her. Reminding her that he asked her a question.
"Pocket realm. A sort of dream boundaries, time space and broken rules thing." She shrugs,"If you want a location... I say this is inside my body. Metaphorical and maybe genuinely." She leans in matching his. He stands up right and walked around again. She has always guess this realm was the spaces of the clothus layers, the realms of her abstract imagination and the sort of dreams come from. It's like the interior of her spirit bodies and the bodies of herself in other universes. These aren't uncommon concepts as this was sort of Akin to a mind space or a space made by the mind to have place of thoughts. She suspects that her past lives of other universes have materialize here. The music speakers are often playing sounds as she remembers them and not actually from a sourced internet list.
She leans listening to his shadow messing around, hand nearly about to pick the book up again. Right as something about her physical body was bothering her. Although this could be his pain. But being here will not make this bother go away. She stood and puts the book along the shelves. Tilts in feeling her waking world fade into focus.
The holder of your ring is under attack. She peers around the corner of hearing a lot clattering, likely his shadow playing about the spilled pens. She makes double sure. Staring from the door frame, watching shaken hands barely lay the pens in a mapping. He draw the walls in and these physical pens were people or markers of furniture. She could recognize the old room, one many houses owned by Seer. She makes soft adjustments of things his not going to be aware of. Like there being a corner cabinet with weapons. The bowl of salt at the other side of the door. The candles. She marks these things for him and he stares watching her adding to this. Apparently he seems sad she knew what this all was.
"Not the first time that I had to escape." She elbows gently at him and stands, "Maybe the family vault will have some neat stuff to steal. Not that is would be stealing if I am Seer too. They don't have strong ownership over trivial materials." She stands up straight and peers the map deeply.
"The crown." His mask voiced. She lowered to his eye level and pay mind to him pointing a map direction. Beside a standing pen, must be one the gaurds or the guy torturing him. She softly nods at some other paintings things he warns about. Likely things that Omens told him.
"Do you need me?" She asked and he lowered in not wanting to admit needing help, "You're hurt, and that hurts me." She reminds him of him wearing her ring. He lowered even more stepped on his pride, "Getting out this slaughter house is more important right now." She warmly holds his cheek and deeply into his eyes.
The last drifts of sleep leaving her eyes. She felt she been leaning on his back, as if she been carried on him this way. She gently reached around hugging. She finds that her feet are bound. Mouth gag. Hands pulled behind. She should find this disabling from any form of escape. But really it weakly tied and clearly binding techniques for human hostage and not a clay body form.
"Welcome among the living. Sleep well?" The cock has a knife point at inches from her eye socket. If she jerk reaction was more shocked and human, that would gone through her eye. But she seems at this constant feeling of tame. That she didn't need to react at all to what should be survival instinct. She had even went that step further to pout like this was boring. That the cock kidnapper was not entertaining enough for her to even react to it.
"I think I just go back to sleep." She voiced leveled and no tainted wavering emotions. Really the more she grasps this moment, the less human she felt. Being even relaxed of the lacking god eaters.
"Mistress!" Slamming the corridor leaps a rotting moving corpse, it sticky stains leaves strings as it was back on its feet again. It couldn't help but jump all over her. It tied her hands and lip smacking a lip. It rotten mouth of fallen teeth glint as she stares. She realized that she has no sense of smell. The kidnapper staggering away vomiting into the wall. Once she has free hands, she reached over and untied Riddle. Laying at the floor beside her, laying at his side all empty expression and waiting for a move. Although now he wasn't sure to move with the dementor sticking to her.
"Franklin." She remembers its nickname and it drools black in being so happy she remembered his cutie nickname she gave him, "Your so disgusting." She sees he wasn't sure about taking that in a good way or not. She stares about it and remembered his a dementor for nightmares. His meant to be nasty, "I am so proud of you. The more corpse you are the more terrified they will be. Great job!" She gives a left hand thumb up and he prostate to her.
"Mistress is proud of me. I am best." He helps lift her and Riddle off the floor. Breaking the bonds, "A good monster she said. I do exactly that." He smacks between mouth globs of putrid. Riddle is still terrified to move a pose that the dementor disliked. As any good posable doll, stands exactly as the dementor puts him. Omens is having a fit over at a cage, locked as a bird. Squawking insults.
"Hey Franklin, it this house with the elder god book of nightmares again?" She asked, "The salt room with the figure holding a crystal slate. Would have the black coal drawings that you enjoy chasing last time."
"Yes!" He smacked lips and turns right to the three folks in here that aren't the allies of his lady, "Humans." Franklin pouts at knowing he can't do anything about the humans.
"Don't worry. They scram in a moment. I just have to do my thing." Franklin lowered with posed hand in fearing, "No. Not remove their souls. But the other thing that make humans squirm." Franklin goes to move away from her to give space.
"You fucker!" She crossed arms and sees the man still gaging at the linger smell in here.
"If you can't stand the smell of corpses, maybe not decorate the houses inner walls with them." She pose casting several swift laws by her right hand. Making the walls break with panels slamming open. The sorry sad souls breaking free from the binds she broke for them. Meaning more dementors pulled themselves and smack their lips. Many reaching with the urge to snap the demon servants necks. Riddle has finally moves himself to stand at her back.
"This is the price of double death." She lets them attack the human and demons.
"Since when were you the command of this?" Riddle asked.
"I am not. They move of their own will. They see a part of me in them and them in me. It's why we get along. It's not hard to make friend. It's keeping them." She helps Riddle walk as they use the chaos. She nods to Franklin to show them the way to places they need.
"Mistress." It repeatedly spats in looking around for her and back to her and Riddle. It seems pleased to see her and Riddle together, do a sort of fan fist wave occasionally. It looked around half wit, face first into every furniture piece and scaring away unwanted members. It stomps feet in being very excited to show her the rune door she asked about. Hands jazz waved to this door.
"There is no way we able to break a seal of a curse like this." She sat him down at the floor. She soon softly follows the ribbon seams and gentle gathers the silky curse fabric. Pooling it to a spindle and then sealed in a vaccum pack bag - all from her shadow pocket or Riddles. She marks the item with a sharpie and kicked the door through. Busting the hinges and mangling the bolt locks.
"The off shelf king in yellow again." She steps right into the salt area and pays no mind at snatching the half sewn together leathers of some vague book. Right between the finger claws of the seal bound being.
"That's uncalled for." The monster complains, "But what you going to do with the god that's Sealed here with me?" She posed to Franklin. Franklin eye sparkled. The coal mass is thrown, sails past her shoulder and through Franklin stomach. Franklin not take kindly of being reminded in being undead, screeched like some sick bear. The chase between the coal art trapped god and the free to move dementor. Franklin ignores the reality of what is solid mass and not. In and out the wall. The uncanny off brand yellow king stares bewildered and slices a stare to Riddle. Riddle stare matches with the Eldritch horror. Both swing to how she was browsing the book it was holding in relax expression. The coal god figure that meant to counter stop the nightmares escape is running fast between wall and salt ritual. Screaming in fear of Franklin. Franklin seems to be giggling about playing chase with a coal vessel of a god.
"Anyways, I am just going to eat you again." She closed the book and claw torn the powered body of the uncanny horror. The coal man also turns dust as the spell active has been released, back firing a price to the caster by a curse. She ate the soul stone; the outer layer is a frosted crystal casing, inside is part cubic metal clusters and a vein of obsidian. Held in a light it's show to have properties of apache tear affect. Ate whole without chewing, like a pill. She held her left eye twitch around afraid and eventually softly watching all around her. She took a jar from her storage and tied this eye guarded by the spell cloth.
"What was the point of stopping here?" Riddle asked and is helped by her. She already used her many inhuman shadow senses to worked out his joints have been broken. That he has many defensive wounds and clear stages of being tortured. His barely functioning, let alone her walking him around.
"Was I asleep for so long after you took back your coffin from the king?" She asked him as they follow Franklin taking them the safer ways around this manor. All the back passages into bedrooms and offices. A short cut to nine personal safes that had some neat trade value.
Why did you have to take from the salt room for? If you had done that, our escape would have been without a trace.
She gave an eye roll and thought deeply. Surface random words like - 'The tomes' and ' promise.'
"I needed to take the soul that has been promised to me in my human life. Even if I don't have a human life among living realm." She answers, "How did we end up in this situation?"
"We had been attacked on the way to the flat. The coffin is in my shadow." He finally answered, "That's why the crown takes priority. Not the one wearing it." She didn't really understand why he protecting the crown over the person that wears it. His been this way before, murder monarchs not wearing the crown and in active throne seating. She does regardless just get on with this. As the ones in the torture room are fakes to make the undertakers confess. She already licked them to test. He knew they were fake, he would have squirmed out of her hands to get it. Franklin got himself distracted again, they have short memories anyway. So she able to side step them to a off route room. Entering a Darkwood ritual caster room. She stares darkly at the threshold of the dark magic materials. She senses one the undertaker crowns here. She not sure which crest, but it doesn't matter. She puts Riddle to the door, as she needs to walk carefully across the prevent runes. There inconsistent shapes that she can squeeze between barriers. She makes it to a desk of papers. The rusted crown at the side as paper weight. She posed right hand over it and it changed to a rusted damaged dagger. She used her claws for extra reach and managed to pull it to her. She adds it to her belt and slips back the barriers. Taking Riddle back up.
"We were watched." She shrugs and her claws are back in.
"That's the past owner of the crown, not a Darkwood, Seer or Trickster." She checked the door and through they are back in the long maze corridor of endless rooms. She used all her senses to scout ahead of them and around. Franklin was long to the other side of the manor from them, but his presence gives a scale for how easy lost it will be in here. She listens deeply as there was smashing pottery sounds bellow. Likely undertakers being beaten. They tend to be lower people. Pride is great at her job and would manage to protect the person that is the Monarch. This details is what makes for who is a left hand of the crown and the right hand of the monarch. Right hands gaurd the person. The left act only for the crown.
"The tome vaults has the nicer crowns." She knew, "I stolen them there before. Their often locked in the crystal panel cases." She takes stop as movement is nearby. She been luck this far but there should be gaurds or the training Seer children in the way. Just anything. More demons would be welcomed.
"What hell did you crawl out of?" She knows this demon from when he was a gaurd to her.
"Your nightmares where you die in a hospital fire while protecting a snotty mute kid." She holds Riddle closer but with freeing her left hand to lift a weapon. The demon shivered and glared darkly in how personal that was. He went to fight her but she side dodged barely in time, the blade cutting the contract spell over him. He drops to the floor soulless, as it was the cost of that contract. She huffed and takes the corpse with. The human host is also a dead corpse but she can't touch or take it. So the human is left on the floor.
"How did they die?" Riddle asked.
"A freak accident with the wall collapsed over." She breaks the fact plastering of the wall and convincingly crushed the human corpse. She now uses the hole to enter the underbelly of all Seer residential buildings. Even as undertakers, this place was dark. Even so she still can see enough. She makes it to the inner house sealed by the most corpses. Corpses of spirit beings, meaning double death. These lot need throwing to creation. Instead are restless pissed souls lay broken as a dark magic barrier to prevent folks not Seers to cross in. There sounds of fighting nearby. She cares not for it. Knowing a route in without fuss.
"Mistress!" The messy corpse hugs them, "Miss you." She shakes out of the jolt and pats it's head with her left hand. Double checking the thing is indeed a dementor. She sees through the illusion just fine and sees its something worse.
"Oh boy." She keeps petting it, "Shit. They broke something important." She keeps trying to hold calm, "There there. I am happy your safe. Have you ate yet?" It disagrees and she posed in knowing it's a lie. It lowered. The figure breaks itself in handing some rusted items. She takes them, "I don't blame you. This must be a treat to you. They let you in and had all these nice shiny bits." She pets it again, "Dud you save me one?" It breaks the illusion but in indeed saved her the prettiest crowns. Including the one they were after. She sighed as there isn't a death scythe there. It sways happy, "OK. You ate. You need a drink? Then you go back like you promised me?" It nods a lot and she shadow lifts a barrel of unknown liquid. It dove head first and slurps happy. She stand watching.
"It's not a dementor." Riddle gets it.
"Using the dementor as a skin vessel to move." She shurgs, "It's not Franklin either. This dementor is Leelin. She was lovely when she existed as a normal human." The being lifted of the dry barrel, "You need another one?" It shakes no but it gifted her a ton more crap of things. Tossing it to her shadow. She sighed in disappointment and it claws the fabric of space time. Leaving. Leaving the hole. She puts Riddle down and repairs the hole.
"Why does that particular creature mean they broke something?" He asks as he stares at her working hands to sew time space. Her frown slips inhuman for a second as she very unhappy. She even was crackling sounds like a firecracker. Once it was sealed closed with parting more gifts in trade to it to stay that side.
"It eats particular curse words and soul objects. Especially death god blades. But what it's eating isn't the soul or its physical property. It's the soul ability to scoop souls. It eats any god artifacts and stops the items doing thier intentionally made purpose. Thus breaking them. And when you need them and it's ate it... we be in more screwed up situations. Say like if it ate a lightening bolt from Thor or Zeus. The item will still be a bolt but it freeze things then zap them. I normally end up using the broken Bolts for freeze Hell or the ice world's. I don't dare trust a clothus to use it sensibly. Maybe a Ender if they know what they want as a outcome. Bring about an ice age or something." Riddle frowns in how wrong that was on several levels. But in making her explain it has calmed her down again. She picked up what she can and has him back on her shoulder. She makes a soft check for any reactions and moved following a set pattern. She side kicks any fake walls in her way to continue forwards faster.
"Your looking for how it got here." He guessed and she nods.
"And victims. He doesn't just eat objects. If it ate a Trickster, their soul name will need repair work. Making them worse to fight later. Trying to fight a human that immune to being stabbed. Can't even soul scoop them." Riddle stares at her, "I used to be a victim but I been repaired since. Death can't take my soul from any of my corpses as this would be like trying to capture fine dust that acts like vapor, with a butter knife." He seems skeptical of her metaphor and for once an undertaker that understood human metaphors.
"Breach the salt!" Command rings and the few able are trying. She puts Riddle down and punched Greyhound in the arm. As Greyhound has been staring at this event too. Greyhound sees Riddle then her and back at her in being confused.
"I am patching the hole up and cross to the undertakers realms after." She told Riddle, "I have to go negotiate the survival of this universe." She stops him protesting, "Unless you want someone to take that job from you." He glares and she smiles weakly, "I will find you." She promised in reminding him that ring. She walks over and breaks a air vent and crawled in. They stare of her departure.
"There a hole in space time in there." Riddle voiced.
"And she's closing it?"
"She closed the other one." The long draft of watching the undertakers trying to breath into there. Not sneaking in like they do.
"Did you leave Omens behind?" Greyhound asked.
"I think this vessel had a heart attack." Lifted the cage up and there is indeed a corpse of a bird, "Or infected by the dementor encounters." Speaking of, a whole party of Tricksters are crashing through a corridor fighting dementors. Both men lean seeing this but Riddle leans away in hope of not being spotted.
"Mistress!" Stomps up the one she nickname Franklin. But it stops short, "You talked to the thing that ate leelin." Franklin looks around smacking lips. Likely seeking the creature it concerned about.
"It left." Riddle sighed and is head pat. Franklin giggles.
"Good no more. No more. No." Franklin up right with felt a strange about the area, "A corpse eater." Franklin shivered and he screams to the other dementors. They all sound the alert and care for nothing of the situation around them. Afraid.
"I have a lot of things to think about." Greyhound sighed darkly. They both watched as suddenly dementors are being pulled by cloth. All until there was only Franklin left standing. The cloth pets Franklin and lowered back into shadows. The undertakers under the command of the monarch finally smashed the doors through and stare afraid of entry. Greyhound lifted Riddle over to join them. Steps at the door threshold.
"Alright now. Don't be a stranger freinds." She stitching the air together with claw materials. She so very focused in fixing all the layers right. Her shape is a mixture of all her forms. The clothus skin which was taking the dementors from the other room. The claws that she uses to soul remove being used as knitting needles. The clay and shadow damned form lifted to tower over the terrified witnesses locked in this room. Mostly in reaching the almost nearly made black hole that have reality ripping flaps of bend light and laws from its epicenter.
There is metal weapons pinning someone on a wall, mad man laughing and his own slough of human and clothus skins trying to break free the metal trap. The mad man would touch the metal and have breaking down layers turning into blood and ash. He stop trying and that wound would revert back. He went to tear it's own torso from the wall but find himself pinned back the way he was. Laughing at the failed attempt. He only really stopped laughing and more into sobbing as a death god flips open a tome ahead of him. Like the Meer sounds of the tome pages fluster was some sort of secert whisper. He stops trying to escape, but really the sobbing had undertone of the madness. A sort of patterned chuckle even if it was deep set tears.
"I didn't die. No clearly not. I am immortal. I am God." He whines. She at the last stitch and frozen up. The expression of disdain and pity. She had even a slight tilt of shame. In choosing her silence, she was to knot up the repair as always. She had felt this areas previous repair and then another. Her hand dancing in tracing each of every one the times she has repaired it all. Really she quiet nearly had a terrible idea, would it be best to let this place disappear into the abyss and be left a shell? She held a finger tip at the thought being so easy. Held the hovering this. There still to much. There still a life here for me to lead. Things to experience for myself. Places to go. A life to have. She left the fabric of time and space do it's thing. She puts away her tools. Her blank express held pouted lips and some vague questions about what exactly is the drive of her current path was.
"Are we going to be OK?" Riddle maybe the only brave man to step into her range. Injured as he is.
"I guess it's held this fair. Nothing spectacular. It not going anywhere but it's not the greatest of hand work. Really I wondered if it mattered." She shrinks down significantly back to a child's height. Looking at the space time spot. She sat down at Riddles feet, being tired from the event. Really everyone else was using this opportunity to fight each other, steal from the library vault or flee from the site. There further sounds of the dementors removing demons from the picture. Omens managing a slow come back from the cage that hooked to Riddles side.