Connections have been found. All crowns have hosts within this room. Please follow the threads of gold.
Undertakers are strange beings. Maybe it isn't just them. Maybe its the view you have after you die that changes. That in spite of Greyhound never coming back, left from her hands like grains of sand. Here the nobility are still watching who is the threat of their position. That way life moved on so quiet, break neck turn. She still stood on the dancing floor, looking at where he was laying. She wasn't close to him but she does have some interesting memories. It wasn't all that long ago that they travelled across the realm limits of this universe. Yet then again, none of the past mattered so much in the face of things ahead.
"The crowns." She heard being the main topic. She had to shake out of this pause.
"What exactly happens when a soul passes here?" The sensitive Ender in her collection pulled from her shadow. Stepping to act as a sort of servant. Bowing and using all the oversee rules he can muster.
She takes a while to think of an answer for him. It was something that the true titles asked her plenty. Echoes of recent past are glitching your world view. The curtains of boundless rippled, bending around her in being stuck across unsee object. She can hear the debt hall of gods, there it was on their lips too. Many times that Omens had spat this ask.
"If you have been removed, why have you came back?" Her dirt bag of a father asked her this right now. Right in front of all these nobles and regardless of favours, "You shouldn't even be a memory." She wasn't hurt anymore because of this. Really, she had plenty of lives and times. Other universes to ask this herself. Hearing him asking it only reminded her of her resolve. Reminding her the things she loves. So while it wasn't sort of question she should be smiling like some lost minded fool, here she is. Staring into him, thinking of exactly the answer she knew along. This wasn't the reaction the undertakers were expected from her. As clear as day, her past for being a weak, unpowerful and idiot to afterlife laws. This entire room of nobility was seeing her as this child without guidance. It was likely the first time publicly that her change from depending on Matthew for everything to a girl that stand her own power. This was clearly a one sided trickster battle; but none of them were ready to realize who was the winner.
"I enact the law that cast upon the sins." She proclaims clear and over ruled his act to out speak her, "I wear these sins as you do. You who wrong me shall feel my falling sorrow." Undertakers judgement - upgraded to Goddess of souls divine intervention. The loops were barely even formed, molten lava that barely passed for chains. The energy that cast these chains into the material present left nasty rusting stains at the floor around them. She posed comfortable. They were weightless and that she could easily threaten to shatter these flimsy bonds. Yet... he was burning in the sheer heat this metal casts. He wasn't falling, they hung him. suspended where he stood. He felt breathless, drowning in the pressure. The air rippled. Everyone else unrelated to this little war was forced to move plenty away from the duo.
"Stop this!" she heard commanded and the tilted in checking. Yes, the dragonfly king. The gracious host of this party and the man that is the command of this realm.
"I am so sorry for over stepping." She snapped using her left hand and the chains disappeared, but they are still active. Her target is although able to move, felt the burden long after the chains had changed to metaphysical ones, "It is simply a small arguement between daughter and father. Not that I would ever say our relationship could be call by those terms." She courtsey's to the king. The man on the floor is still trying to barely keep his shit together.
"May use this time to request your time instead of it wasted." He maybe trying to move her away to let the ex-criminal some breathing time.
"You wish to see if they are worthy, and I have been quite entertained of this." She softly stands right, "If you pity the fool on the floor. May I remind you that he wanted to be a Clothus. Oh Boy did he beg them." She takes this moment to make sure her appearance was on point, "if only he would remember to leave me alone. Things change in the eons of distance between us. Time has been long spent. Tears long dried." She fixed her claws hand back, as she still had it flexed for Greyhound. Now that it was click back. She rolled that wrist in feeling the threads of her soul puppeteering this clay form. Only after did her mask click back, fixing her face to a more undertaker expression of blank business as always expression.
"It wasn't long ago that you sent him to court." the king reminds her.
"I guess not. A lot does happen but those were just formalities to please the other victims. I may have been ground Zero but I wasn't the only that felt his editing of the Tomes. Really, it was them that continue to carry resent and unrivalled will for revenge. I am done with that." She follows his lead, "The gods are still unfinished seeing the extent of damages he brought us. Its why the back log among angels and higher demon courts are still heavy." The king looked back in how the man is laying on the floor, gasping like a fish, "If I had allowed him fall to hell, he would been god eater munch." She purposely makes the king ignore the man, "He would break so many layers on the way down. I am not in the mood to clean that up. It would be on me to fix those holes. Besides." She twirls around him, "I happened to crossed the names when I was just sorting Greyhounds soul name. You're lacking queen has been itching my brain." She takes a moment, "Sorry that was a human expression. The fact that you lack a queen in comparing to the other undertaker examples I have seen. She's a sleeping one. Right?"
"I didn't grant you access." He stares darkly at her.
"Extreme measures had been met. I had Greyhound's soul to be sorted. True death has already overseen my hand work. He left as fast as he arrived. Should I have allowed my old friend to bother you?" The dragonfly monarch had a nervous twitch and takes a pause. He looked back in how someone has finally moved the gasping man off the floor. He back at her in how unhindered the sin chains lay over her, "Bonds of sins carry so much and only so much." She knew its that bothered him, "I am to confusing for you. Best to not let my crazy stir you. My chains aren't normal. They are not the ones undertakers use. My way of law and belief is outside the systems you follow. This is one the many downfalls of being an outsider ranker to Sigil."
He straightened forwards and at depth of his many thoughts. He waved the candidates he believed ready to stand greeting her. The cloak over her was removed, be it temporary during this crown presenting. Indeed there was a majority of gold threads to folks here. but this line has some unexpected short falls. Such as the promising face the unicorn king thought to make the cut.
"I think I have done enough to seen they been tested. Just being in my sight sometimes qualifies such. I don't actually choose whom is given their crown. Rather, you lot must respect the crown has its own will. This isn't a game. Nor a joke. If you think I am joke, maybe I might test you a bit more." She voiced in breaking conversations across all of the room, "You must forget what your eyes see. You must listen to my voices. If you cant even follow basic will, maybe you are a poor broken soul." She straightened and stares at the ones that the crowns have choose, and for sure she was confused of some these chooses, "Maybe I lack understanding of undertakers correctly, I am still a newbie myself."
As only to those that can; there is a power that drumming from inside them. It spilling. Pouring like rain. Each that is to be accepting a crown has been taken into daze transcendence state. The room around them was nothing. Each was coping in their own methods. A man began to pray. Another fell at his knees sobbing. The vast sound of drums has taken their souls. They all felt the depth sins, the space carved for them and the instant of know where to find the lands that will be their claim.
"What are you doing to them?" the clueless ones that isn't qualified. They can not feel the heat. They don't hear the drums. They can't even grasp the distance and means of owning.
"Black threads... you must be dirty hands." She posed her hand over her torso's gaping space, "You make them fear you, not respect." She had her hands at her front, "Maybe you need to prove yourselves a little longer. I don't know what exactly makes you rejected." She tilted pondering. She finds the cloak back over her shoulders and that she pulled from the potential monarchs. Moved away from them, as if she the threat to them. Yet her perceptive had hoped it was him moving her from them, to stop poaching or prevent her getting other human ideas.
"You're being too harsh." Riddle lifting her hood back up too, "Can't you be a little more softer?"
"We have talked about this already. I am not the cause. The crowns are." she posed her left in with how one them stood, wearing one the crowns now.
"Your crown had brought my crown to ruin." the newbie monarch faced a monarch without a crown, "Thus you're crown was forfeit. That's what happened." the thread collapsed for the one unable to feel the pressure. The second crown was twisted into the nest of the one the newbie was wearing.
"Ah the wars. The result of those outcomes." The unicorn queen steps in, "SO it would mean we are granted a spare too." she faced the king of dragonflies kingdom and he checked. This was correct. He is wearing three. Then there is the twist of how they all felt they needed to turn to her.
"Yes, exactly. Your time outside of this universes had resulting consequences. You all had territory wars at some point. Kingdoms had been lost. These crowns were just a small portion of those I saved. As per the agreement, you had either exiled or shadow rule. But I am only a thin thread of silk between you all."
"This would have to mean you duelled us all at some point. You have the ownership of these crowns as a monarch... well bigger."
"They had you empress." She got out of Riddles pull. She flicked forwards her right hand.
"As decree to the wishes I have been trusted. I am release my rule. I am no longer worthy of this power. I am no longer strong enough to take arms. By law of duel, the test of Sigil ranking is tested. You all out way an outsider." threads around her snapped. So many fates that were her burden are now tied to them. The sins of their lands are bestow over their shoulder now. Every last crown, not even the one that started them all. Every last piece of cursed treasure that is owned to undertakers was gone from her storage. SO many alliances were fallen to them to clean. Black poured from her. It is the excessive negative energy forced into her senses. The pool grow crystalized and encrusted her every inch. She had to flex to break free of the mass structure.
"You did enough." she swept off her weakened legs.
"No, because I am not gone yet." she barely vocalized. He hugs her in not getting it.
"It is about time you all were gone." the dragonfly king announced. Every single person is now leaving. From the monarchs to seek their newly gained lands to the nobility feeling safe that no one was replacing them. The newbies are being taken to their new lives. Joseph, in training as a reaper has now moved to his next corpse watch. Riddle sees how Pride has it easy with her kids. He for a moment felt envy but he turned in seeing a version of omens not seen often. The Abyss walker version of Omens. The black body and neon eye watching her in his arms. Its not a normal warning. His not sure what that even meant to mean from Omens. It's not a form that is used.
"Riddle, that girl is dangerous but she has use. I expect to have her taken to the catacombs. Her way of handling Greyhound has given me inspiration." Riddle bows and then finds himself unable to carry the changing sins. She was all that more impossible to carry. He had to put her down. Its another mistake on his part. She sunk through the floor, taken by hands.
More exactly someone soul summoned her. Lady Summons with her way of reaching curtain gaps of realm gates has taken hold of the girl. He tried to grapple to pick her back up but finds her not a solid mass. He even cursed this luck.
"She has gone back to the sand. I came to gate you to find her." Omens dark being was right over his follower. Omens studies the many aspects at play here, seeing his other bodies playing this force. He sees these rules that they all play. Watching the threads of fate changing. He watched how articulated his bird form breaks a thread to strong. He find gaze of the hidden and the things overlooked by even his paper form. He ends the scanning gaze.
"Sir?" Riddle lifted in asking, seeing his god for some trance.
"Maybe you're not ready." This Abyss omens crossing his arms, "You just see her as some nuisance. A broken trickster that schemes like the rest of them. No. You're not at all able to see why she belongs here. You all grown obsessed to erase or bold accuse her for some judgement. The days of her removal has long past. You all seem to blind yourselves with stigma." He turns away, "You know, for once. I don't even think your worthy of this task I had intended." this black form approached to the outsider Ender that has acted as her servant, "You. You and the other four. I can not hear you or see your real shapes. But at least you know what is at stake if we loose her. I can at least rely on you shadows for this." indeed now there stands all five of the broken enders, "Take my gate to the black sands. Make sure that she fine." lifting a gate for them, and gone they left.
Omens bird form hissed at this independent thinking part of himself. Not able to understand of syntonise the two very different versions of Omens. Riddle stares at the empty shell in his arms, her soul may have disappeared from the clay body - but there still a presence of her here. He stares back to where the dark body of his god has left. He looks at the many versions of Omens lingering around. The god may think of a way to bring her back, but really she never really left. Just one look at how the clothus skin that hides has clothing on her clay body. How there still a face to look upon.
Although it is empty, it isn't soulless. Not really. He felt what soulless meant, how light is cold and darkness burns. How he was still here even if there wasn't a inner voice making sense of all these rules. She very much still right here, very alive even if she isn't human or among a living realm. The only thing Omens was chasing is but the dream walker state she takes to visit that darkness beyond. But it is just a dream. Dreams are just whips of smoke in the flash of light. Tangable and morphing but not reachable. Omens may actually be a blind fool - tricked by the flicker of light.
It is the end of a long party, everyone was moving to learn their place in the new layout of order. The patterns always change directions but there still predictable in how they twist.
Congrats on finishing the monarchy request. File 10 is finally closing. All law tabs are now altered to exile or shadow merchant status. Power over undertaker lands is no longer at your hands. Yet your status as a Fallown goes unchanged. The status as a Seer is unaffected. Tomes you unread are no longer access. No bookmarks are affected. None of the souls in track are affected. File 5 is closing, death's promise hasn't changed. File ##### has began. Plenty of nonsense as always. Requests always there and always unfinished. Just like my art.
"How long do you pretend to sleep?" She opens her eyes and closed them all the same. Since those eyes can't see here. She leans into him, feeling that distant cold aura that kept her sane all those lives. He was her beacon in the darkness, someone she knew to reach when she didn't trust where or what. Really she did follow him all the way, here they are at the end of a cycle. All good things end to start again. But I still can't let him go.
"I did faint. Yet then also, I just didn't want talk. I had nothing to say. So I spoke nothing." She is laid down on soft mattress, this room unchanged. She finds it funny now. Even at the way he made a dream catcher above where he rests and not for herself. Strange habits of god followers carry even into the afterlife.
"How does it all work? It took you so long to get back here." He leaned at her side watching how different she is. She never been the same ever since that revert that broke all things. He is the ender, of course he knows of all that stuff between then and now. But really, no even the gods care about a blink of dust. She really measured about telling him or not. The words seem to tumble out without her measure. Once she started, she didn't stop.
"I started small. I stumbled on pages of torn tomes. Then I was facing other types of things you consider a tome. Before long, I was researching all this nonsense. Trying to find sort of clue. Wondering why things work and what bended laws. I had got so broken and corrupt that I found myself a Clothus, doing exactly the things the other clothus do. But it was when I was holding souls in my hands when I reflected back to where it all began. I felt regret. I retraced my steps. Walked all the way back. I pulled all what I could into repair. Learned along the way. I found myself never growing or changing. Rather I lost pieces of myself each time I lived a life and left that world behind. I got to the last piece, starting at the end of all. Acting as an Ender title myself. It was interesting seeing the soulless lands that get left behind. When there isn't a soul left to be. But then I realized it was just one type of soul that was missing and erased." She held up her hands above her, "Souls come in many colours, shapes and material. I learned a real new divide. Empty worlds aren't empty... the fact there still a floor. A sky. A ceiling. That crawled of soulless doesn't mean lifeless. I guess my definitions changed. I began looking at things all shiny and new." She drops her hands to the hole of her torso, "I remembered something I always wanted to learn. But it meant coming back here to a land that removed me. And sure, I then tried to seek a way of answering it by other methods. When I returned you here, I stayed gone as exactly was meant to be. Watched this universe on the outside. Watched the pain they fought each other. I a ghost, could not even scream at them." She tilts to see his strange expression, "You still find my ghost standing at the Styx, watching the shore the other side in envy." He really wasn't listening and yet she didn't care, "You had a lovely life as a human. Several times. I liked watching you. I guess it was from all those years you watched my back. I get it. Spy of the king. You had orders to follow. A Fallown Seer to make a puppet. I am not even mad. Its a smart plan." She lays staring at the ceiling, "Doesn't change anything. None of my actions as. You all still are going to war. I will still stand the side as a ghost. Watching and now feeling it with you all. Unlike you lot, I am happy. I welcome it. Maybe because I think I know where it is next." She way to comfortable to move again, "Are you going to be strong enough to endure endlessness? as that is the next paradox."
"You don't make any sense." he lifted, "Now you're even creepy. You aren't the human I thought you were." She laughed at that.
"I am me." She flexed in letting her joints relax, each at a time was unhooked or curls a limb to bend more. She appears disassembled. a pile of parts and cloth that shimmers in the dark, "I have always been me. How I want, my likes and dislikes. Love and hates." Purely she was turly getting into a sleepy mood.
"What are you trying to prepare me for?" she heard so weakened and soft. Riddle wasn't even prepare to hear himself asking this.
"You going to be alright, when you cant see anything anymore as I do. I have been training you all this time." She lifted a arm and flicked his head. but she held there, her fingers soon holding his reality blinds. The cloth over his eyes, "I have a reward for you too. Since now you will be able to love them as I do." She torn away the eye binds that hide so many things from him. Rather, nothing around this room appears to had changed at all. But its right then she pulled many of her sketching pads from herself. Placed on his hands. Soft tap of his hands. She lays sleeping in deep.
He seen them many times before. She had been drawing these across all her many reverted lives. That these are meant to be some creepy gift.
Yet now as he is looking back at the many years she been drawing all these things. All those times something was different but the overall image went unchanged. Right now, the art was exactly as she sounded crazy about. Places that were empty but so beautifully full of structure and shapes. Dots were maybe strange flowers or the moving soulless creatures in a landscape. the deeper into the gazing over these drawing, the more attention to detail there is. This he over looked now moved and breathed. Live and die. Fighting or looking for the next meal. Now even all her crazy animals were hidden in all these places, guardians of these realms. He went and lifted the last page and there is that solid mass crystal slate she took of the undertaker nobility. Its her art. painted layers of compressed film merged as a mass crystal solid. It was likely the clue she meant in how he should look at her art. So now he flips back to the beginning once more. There it was, her consistency. Lines that been sketch lines were actually threads of fate. There was colour uses that meant slightly meaningful things about the relationships of the objects inside her art images. He slides himself to the floor beside the bed, staring deeply of these imaging. Ingrained them so depth as she knew them. It were as if she licked every surface and judged the best mimic art material to replicate this. Truly it was overwhelming him. He spent plenty of time; pages thrown in many orientations and at distance. Or really close to him, a magnifying glass in measuring if the creatures were all unique or not.
"They were erased." She stated dull, "I got to that point as an Ender in wondering what was the point of soul erasing when you leave behind entire universe like that. When I am the last soul. The last thing that mattered. Our universe is next. You are the last. Not that you done anything any normal ender does as duty. Most slaughter to the last pound of flesh and loose to madness. Some scheme breaking the boundries between life and death. Some break things to pull changes to prevent them being needed. Yet eventually all good things end."
He had nothing to say as he taken stop of staring at the pages. He come to term that these are not pages at all. If anything it was worse. Only a human would think of pulling entire ecosystems into paper. Although, there wasn't any souls there that this change affected. But the very paper itself is all that these place are. The last traces of them being. It seems only right to let them be gone. He gathers it all so quickly in bunch and thrown to the fireplace. Casting flame over the pages. She snorts at that. It was fitting.
"See you later." she voiced and he pulled backwards through a gate. Omen's taking hold of his follower in need of some help for the sudden realms in ashes. Gates suddenly turned broken. Ash and salt that vaguely remains of these places. She whips in putting out the fire, saving the crystal slate that couldn't burn or melt. She hugs it of the warmth. Dozing back adrift.