"Freak! What makes you take the side of a monster that isn't even a demon?" The mad man is the last being here that isn't part of the undertakers. Several kingdoms have came to recover items and has become a joint effort to undo the damage by Seers. Several death orders that came from a rough place and into this one for soul accounting duty pass no mind of events. The highest of the death gods was overseeing Omens and soon Leana herself. Marking her to be an permanent afterlife dweller, as no longer will there be opportunities of her parents meeting each other. Really her time place is now lost, befitting of what undertakers are.
"You will age and then stop aging after you gained enough experience of soul status." He explained, "Although going by your rank, you done this before." She softly nods at this, "You have an antidote for Omens here for trades?" She nods at this too. And tilts thinking deeply. Her mask disappeared which left a faceless void behind. The death god stands and got on with tome editing omens. Making helping adjustments. He was Even struggling but once her mask was back and she poured it down omens mouth. She up to deaths sides and pokes a claw to help move the letter adjustments. She nods when it's sorted. He stares at a suddenly older young adult lady with distant eyes, maybe there isn't eyes at all. He makes sure the ink was set and closed the book.
"Your brother Joseph is been a wonderful addition. Your recommendation was well received." She warm smiles at this, "Unofficially a private moment with the lord and his partner is requested. Officially your attention to the index core is needed. As it seems it's no longer accessible." He sees she unaffected by the news.
"Yes. There been a lot of shuffling and unrest with new souls added from the out of boundaries. It's locked from editing until we have finished accounting the tomes of hidden territory. Many tomes from among the hells, the mid heavenly grounds and hidden holy grounds are without keepers. Until we have a hand in every book access accounted. The index is locked. The god tome, magus manuscript and the phobia catalogs are on lock for the same reason. That is unless we need to reassign new god titles for other boundaries. But that's gods business. I will do as I am told." She shurgs with hip lean. Death stares a lot.
"Sorry I couldn't translate that fast enough." Greyhound stepping up. Death moved away now, Omens was finally fluffy feathers again and standing up right. Riddle unlocked the cage and has the lord put to his shoulder. Omens leans on Riddle. Leana steps softly around to Riddles side, stood guarding his back with Greyhound approaching them.
"Several crowns are in our hold. We will wait for the proper attempts to take them are done so correctly."
"Or the can sign a peace treaty, that works too." She hugs around Riddle, "We could take the god eater crest kingdom and use it as please. Use it to keep check of tome discrepancies across the networks."
"That would require a monarchy of the crest." She tilts at them both with being confused of that being a problem. Rather it was soon a rush forward by the kings personal advisor, pushed his glasses back up his nose. Greyhound steps aside in gaurding the advisor as much he would for the current monarch of dragonfly. A stamp ring is held forward, she sees its of her making. The material and the crest shared approval.
"The truce stands, in spite of events." She holds Riddle guarding him and makes double sure this wasn't a fake before her. Her senses licked over the hand surface of the undertaker before her. A deep eye gaze and soon a soft smile out of her.
"Your not a back stabber, no? They trust you?" She asked.
"They know I am a loyal Trickster. You have always been very closed to me, Trixie." Crossing his arms, "Why?"
"It's hard to explain. Your soul is not your outward personality." She tilts, "But I get it, I am no different. My soul is terrifying to God eaters but I carry a morality and sense of judgment. I guess this is why we are family."
"You can access the Seer soul record." He withdraw for now, "How?"
"Someone has to." Greyhound huffed, "Do you trust my judgment to trust the Advisor?" She gives Greyhound a test to and looked more with Riddle to have the final say.
"I don't want the crown." Riddle huffed and held a while in guessing why she cautious. He stares at the hidden things and finally gets it, "I suspect you just dislike our location and that, this isn't private enough to be exchanging." Greyhound understood now and was defensive ready. Glasses has his own weapon of choose and Leana stands right against Riddle to gaurd him. A man is laughing as he seems now freed from the wall. Holding the items used to pin him as his own weapons. Going around attacking all undertakers. He still seems in this belief that they haven't harmed his full operation to convert souls for black market slavery. He pulled a wall facade down and laughed hard in seeing empty shelves. He pulls shelves down and finds all these books fakes, empty pages. The covers were mock ups. Crude up front but does the job with being along shelves spine only facing. He tries summoning then tome he had ownership over and found it not happening. Tries using blood to pay a price and it isn't enough. Anemia sets in and he barely standing, daze steps with not able to stay up striaght.
"You are under court conviction, case code 0001 index breaker." A god hunter, one used for courts among gods normally. Straining the mad man in several layers of bind curse casting and putting him into a temporary body vessel that is active as a temporary prisoners cell. Thrown over the hunters back and dragged through to the natural realm exit nearby.
"Victim zero, you have been requested." The god hunter shouts back before proper leave. Knowing she heard him.
"It looks like my case is finally back in session after so long of the gods investigating and breaking time events apart. I suspect they must have reached a final decision." She peels away for now. But it only made Riddle snatch her back. A reflexes move that he didn't realize he done. She sees he had used his right hand and took her right hand in doing so.
"Don't disappear." He refuses to let her go. She softly leans to him.
"We don't get to make that choose. There so many factors around us at play. Life gives and leaves. Death collects and repairs. We as souls fall or lift. To be empty once more. Only then does life repeat again, giving." She trying to be free and he wasn't satisfied, "Come on man. I guarantee you that you walk into a awkward situation around me. If I have to break Omens jaw to fix him again, you know I will sweep in and do it." Somehow his tighter holding her hand. Just refusing.
"You don't want to go." It's likely true her soul was sick of the many court cases and many interruptions. Sick of the time reverts. Sad of loosing him. Just not given a chance of moving forward. Not seeing them life she expected. But she began to accept this half spirit life and all its trivial things. Enjoys being a hunter of Oath. Going to Saint Augustin school. The many souls she helped and they gave in return. Everything leading up has brought learning and understanding. Depth. She felt love of her human family the way she should have.
"If it is meant to be, you will be back together." Omens voicing his wisdom but really he likely hopes this will be the last of her. Riddle only then softens up. Her ring left behind from hid smooth roll over her right hand. He took everything that was undertaker and demon related from her inventory. She back to what little she started with. The remains of ashes, black sand and lost broken items. She felt the drop of sinner chains leave her and the last held of fate snapped from her.
Lady summons opened under Leana feet and pulls her out, banishing Leana from the human world. Seated on a wood pew again. The one seated as victim Zero in defense seat. Her sibilings after her name in tome soul order one by one are pulled to this spot too. Each holding the tomes they are gifted.
"Where is your tome?" The defense asked her. She looked at everyone and soon lowered, removing it from the gapping hole in her torso. The material was disgusting to watch move but eventually it dried into the tome requested. Her eye that no longer belongs to her removed itself and floats at her side, it summons the nightmares and phobias tome. The clothus skin on her lifted into two more books; magus manuscript and the clothus realm tome. Lastly from lifted her shadow was a barrel. The lid busts open and the liquid inside lifted into a floating changing words of text. That is the current real shape of the real index, not a book anymore. It also explains why this universe is an ocean unlike other neighbors being land mass.
"No!" The goddess of life throw herself at the barrel, "No. This can't be. This can't be right. Why? Why?"
"Half the tome was throw and made into liquid mulch. The other half was burnt. Thrown into a creation flame." Leana pointed to the floating charming remains of the index their father carries. All the children all speak of seeing it all happen. That the clothus made them do it. These same clothus that gave power to their father in exchange of cursing them. The fear was real. Sobbing as they all made choose of fire or watery deaths to stop clothus from enslaving the gods. Life sobs in now understanding why life had a water twin. That both were equally true title. Bring about a twist shock from leana not knowing that detail.
"I have been having tea with both life and death." She grasps, "It was worth it." Lowering again. She now pose forwards her hands. As there is only one tome left to bring alight. This was the one made of scraps. The fragile one. Floating ahead of her and in constant moving.
"This makes all tomes accounted for. The condition and collection is finally settled." Death and his wife came collecting all these tomes from the children. All the children's souls are set free. Standing last to Eliza, "Your free now." Not needing to help her out. Her soul leaving her many bodies and many grasps to this universe behind. Lifted as a mist that looses all senses and disconnected from laws. She lingered as a haze in the court house but even then she was drifted out of the universe ocean grasp. Pulled to the sea foam. Soul spray as grains of sand across this black sand beach. Spray around the creation flame pit and the fallen lumber tree. She was here to finally rest in the scattered remains she became.
"I can't have him heart broken." The full title of Omens standing over the sea shoreline. Be has some basic gold panning kit. Scooping sand and panning her from the rest of the beach. He not able to get all of her but his taking the largest clumps. In gathering enough large amounts, he can put her into a vessel body. Get her to awaken again. Although, he suspects he have to manipulate some human affairs around to pull all of her whole.
"I don't think this is a good idea." He has helpers.
"What if she turns into a crimson soul?" Death among them and brought a interesting point.
"Maybe she is one already and this was her last cycle." So, this was his wife and making the first speaking to be the sister. Both lady's are true title of life.
"She did help all those other tomes." Sean reborn to this time space and is the true title soul judgment scythe. He having the best time plucking her soul from the sands. No other equipment needed. He also finding other victim souls along this beach. He flinched in how the souls are collectively became this black sand.
"Well it explains why she so powerful." Omens standing to stare the beach stretch, "All these sand souls. This is what she using the cost to repair everything. A sort of recycling process of souls." They stare watching a move on tree palm give way of some land movement. A flow of another brown down universe pouring into the ocean depths. The landslide becoming one with the sea. The disrupting chaos the waters are under. They stare on in how this actually was very normal. The beach newly littered of items that been rejected to the ocean laws. That brought eaters of strange things to come devour the objects washed ashore. Her pets. The break down of material into sand, blacken ash and dazzling sand grains. Coloring the beach of new shades. The god's lowering back to finding more. But now it became apparent that the soul they were seeking isn't here. Sean confirmed the large fragments they all collected are some other people or ex beings. They all took rest at the fallen log protecting a fire pit. Omens takes toss of a broken sigil panel as fuel for the flame to burn bright again.
"How do you love a sea breeze?" Sean ponders.
"Mist..." Death suddenly got what Sean meant and looked at the ocean water. Indeed there a layer of fog about it that cling to watching the depths. They all understand that now there was just a lot of other things about their existence. That their universe is a place that helps recycling souls in a greater system. That there was more then just one type of soul material. Souls are indeed shapeless and boundless. But when they take form and share as a collective - they become the universes. That there was endless of them as there endless ways a soul becomes. They stand at the new dawn, finally four moons have set past the horizon point and lifts a red star that evaporates the surface of the sea. They felt themselves changing in the new light.
"Here." Cloaks provide by Omens. Sure the damage was done but they weren't going to be removed from the sea land.
"We are a sort of nexus that recycles other worlds. It explains so much. Why we all have so many not memories and the way things are." Leading lady life hugs her sister. And Death protecting them both. Omens staring at the sea in pondering how fate works her existence. He breaks the strings that need release. But what is fate weaving and how exactly does it work to the over architecture of this ocean existence. He has never stood back to look at fate at this angle before, and soon was interested to help fate in a more positive manner. Since he understood they have the same goal. The landslide before them is still tumbling. Raising the water levels. But then the water was retreating back futherwst it has ever done. A thin line at a distance. The objects of the water grasp was open pickings and even more monsters came and jump for free food. The ground rumblings around them and monsters are making final chooses. That if they are to run from the tsunami or let the water devour them too.
"Come on." Omens posed hand to them all. They take hold together. Collectively they made a choose. It is to take back this ember of creation core back to where it belongs. Each of them all taking a part and carrying it close to the waters reach. Watching for the purple flood to take them over. Huddled together. They can't see of feel the work of other universes helping them. To help carry the burden that creation core brings.
At last the air and water shakes them all, and over powered them all. Raking the whole ground around them and all these monsters. The broken half devoured objects. And the recycle of souls welcomed back into the tidal worlds. They were injured and knocked cold. But they achieved the impossible. Lava core back into the ice cold depths of a lonely dark ocean. Breathing creatures that live around the ocean floor vents that clean the decay of broken laws. A last peice to repair what clothus had broken of this universe.
All the involved true titles went into sleep, leaving the lesser titles on control of next events. Including the new cross events that lead to Leana becoming as is to be.
Fate keep things at the same plot as always. Fate made sure the two siblings in argument about justice to die together in the plague grave in London. That a young lady that murdered 9 victims to save their souls from the demons that were possessing them. Her Pride to save the humans from the invisible demons was not how her brother would justify murder. His more mad that, from her confession to plot murder of his boss, learnt she misused their money. That she wasn't in school and was using the money he earns from corpse gathers is being used for her murders. Not towards their survival or a renting a house to live. They were both victims of demons interference among humans. That demons brought about misusing mirco life foe black plague. So in some way, little Pride fear of invisible demons had base but she was going about saving lives the very opposite way. Her brother being around men of science, he takes the corpses to doctors for extra coin. He wanted her to be taught in school, so she would learn complex things he heard from the doctor people. He wanted what was best for them both. To save lives from the second coming of black death. He contracted the plague himself and hope she would have helped find a cure together. So now having seen she just causing death around her. In all the heavy pain his heart ached in lost hope of his smart sister. Together they fall into the corpse pit, taking her with him. She sadly survived the fall and murders about 4 more people. She dies not in the same burial pit as him. This time difference between when he died and she did had them in separate undertaker batches. The demons whom were causing the second black death were stopped. Undertakers had changed it from plague to the Spanish flu. The time difference between when the black plague was about and the Spanish flu is just how long it took them to fix things in the court systems. But the deaths to the illness still had happened and had been accounted. Just some souls like Pride and Riddle became impossible. Having turned the Spanish flu not kill so many prevented their parents making contact - automatically making them lost humans.
Fate plays dirty like this, twisting her threads to make these patterns to repeat. Using the lack of true life goddess to fates advantage. Omens is in deep sleep to not intervene with Riddles origins.
Fast forward to the event that brought the bloodline of Seer, Fallown, Glader and Darkwood. It turns out they all came from a common place. The deep hidden places of rual America, a cult of humans brought about making a nuteralized ground. They used clay masks to become spirit people. Using these disguise to run a drinking bar of Sigils first human contact guild. Hidden in cave system in the mountain regions, off grid and away from modern life. This bar invited Clothus too.
Bring about the next law breach. Children born of mix bloods. The exact mix of these hybrid humans was sketchy. The humans themselves felt victimized and flee from the mountain cult. Once these victims became mixed with average human, the bloodlines became divided. Gods did come forward and intervened but each took a different approach to how they dealt with the humans that took wing of. One God was trying to erase them, Fallown. One God used them, Seers of the tomes. One God seen potential of them being demigods, Gladers the royal magus manuscript keepers. One god wanted them as pawns, Darkwoods of shadow court. This was fine for a while, 6 generations of no conflicts or awareness of each other's abilities.
The seventh generation came in clash over stepping on each other's toes, all for the sake of their respective gods they shadow. Gladers became leaders of a hidden country. Darkwood trying to steal that country power to become the best cult for thier god Erebus. Seers took side of Darkwoods, manipulated the tomes. The Fallowns brought this problem to the attention of Undertakers, crossing to the spirit realm and wishing to punish the Seers for using the soul tomes in such way. Fallowns became recruited to the unicorn, Dargonfly and Spider crests. Sent to spy among the other three human bloodlines.
Human history came about with interruptions of its own. The great War swept in. Then the second war to end all wars. Undertakers lost hold of Fallowns. As the gods played with reverting time during both wars. Gods controlled the narrative of which war the wars will end. Trying to promote themselves to be prayed for by humans. Greed for more divine blessing. By now, history has once more repeated. The clash of the supernatural humans and the awaken urban monsters across the world. Humans naturally became empowerment by realm spills. Gates to pocket realms became open for humans to enter. Humans with greed learned by the gods they worship, took resources from pocket realms. All for the excuse of fighting monsters (the boundaries keepers) for survival. The god's note this was a screw up on their part but it has a silver lining. Humans became more obsessed to have divine approval of many gods to keep in the campaign to rid the world of gates. Gods shurg and just let them.
Bringing about some tome discrepancies and happy accidents. Such as pages from other universes being brought back into the system, pulled alive again. Souls that are accounted in fragile pages of a broken tome. Acting in soul law as expected of them. Able to feel alive and die. Be a part of some universe again. The spare prayer awaken life, death and omens. Death was hands deep of making the new souls that never been recorded be brought attention to his domain. The twin sisters learned to work together. They used humanity as vessel to discover more pockets, more lost pages to be gifted second chances. Omens set his sights at finding what happened to the original four human family that had powers before the Gate events. He was keen to find his ex-follower Mattu, the one that is Ender. He was curious to see the crash course Trixie will enter Mattus life. He also had moral duty to help Fate. Since fate was facing punishment for these disaster. The god's blamed her for everything. Omens wants to side with fate, as he knows the turth. That other universes were always spilling in. The four gods that know this had agree to be help of the gods that find themselves in this universe. Gods that didn't originate here but are brought in to help move souls.