"Pledge that you will protect us. Take us back to the living." She heard that and stared confused in how deathly serious he makes that being. When it's an undertakers duty to guide the lost, as borrowed by the death order domain laws. She suspects he wants to ask this way, so no mistakes can be done. That he takes her for a clothus. She can't blame him for seeing her that way.
"Follower of Omens. You tread so cautiously, someone would think you were asking my hand marriage or being take as my partner." She play taps his shoulder in making him move away. But he claps hold of her hand that she used, holding her left hand hostage, "I understand how undertakers make vowels. You have made one for me when I was vulnerable. I accept to return that."
There a change of his expression that was deep surprise, he steps a little away but still held her hand. He stares to Omens. Omens waved his wing in smoothing that this was a good thing, and not to bother the details.
"Omens is right, don't worry about something you don't remember or have a way of remembering." She trying to take her hand back carefully, "I will gladly take you back to the living lands to the best I can help, without breaking some laws. This is why I asked about which gate way you want to take. Returning to the living realm isn't simple. You could end up in the wrong time era or that the landscape has become changed in the duration of you being gone." She managed free and soft pulls the table of merchandise away. She doesn't want the suggestion of selling them. She took one her many belt pouch items and check the content. Once sure, she flicked it over them all. Even on Omens. She slips evading Matthew being strange in blocking her. She gave a nod to Omens and he cast a blessing, this was enhanced by her salt. She tied away the pouch now.
"We are trying to evade the other members of the family." He states and if it was anyone else - they wouldn't have a clue for why and which people. But she knew and posed thinking deeply.
"Is that school still there?" She asked Omens, "The no longer demon territory one in Florida." Omens blinked at her a lot and thinks about this. Nodding eventually soft, "The oath guild is still active moving of humans and traveling oath walkers. It's still close enough to hell boundaries but it's safe barely enough for them." She looked at them all, "Just will be full of devils, a few tricksters and maybe a pesky death god. It one of death's lacking human shapes." She voice these being the biggest concern.
"And a god eater." Omens huffed.
"Suna and luna have other things to worry about." She shrugs and checked her sigil panels. Makes check of the tomes too. She sees a name on the weak side but there is still life. Still alive. She looked around and with poking about herself and shadow for another item. A jar. She opens it and the spell contained flew over all thier eyes. Blinding them from not seeing the worst things. She shattered this jar across the floor.
"Why did the title of end leave his host?" She asked Omens as he should know. He glares at her, "I am not a all knowing god, so I asked you that been attached the longest." She scoops Omens off Matthew. She checked the surrounding for spies. She steps in waiting for them to follow her. She stares deeply. Matthew takes hands and everyone takes the others hands. Now everyone was held together, the follow her. She rugby ball held omen's bird form, waiting for a reply.
"Don't you know they are trying to erase your family. Your mother. Grandfather. They can't touch your brother given his new status. Your aunt is the only living they arent concerning for. The only person not on that battle is you." Hissed at her. She puts him back on Matthew. She knew all this already.
"She's not an undertaker, is she?" Kyle talking to Mat. Mat nods at that agreeing.
"But it's hard to say what she is." He agrees, "But she knows about my titles. She knows Omens personally. Clearly a trickster not like the others." He checked the group in not paying mind about the sigil path changing and shifting. The floor a new colour and the gates changed shape. She walks cautious of watching the dangerous things.
"What are you doing here?" She stops a fellow dragonfly.
"Following a god request. If it wasn't for the god, I would have taken them over." She lied but it's passable enough in her body language that even Omens is convinced of this. She studies the undertaker uniform and their face in deep scrutinize scan, "We are heading to Styxs. Taking a boat over to the other shore." The undertaker looked concerned, "Good. Your not stupid." She sighed and they walk with her, "The guild boundaries between the living realm and the bugs."
"That has a god eater." She sighed hearing this again, "Leave it to the one with tome of God eaters to know this route safely. With humans." They work together as it's become a god request. Watching the backs of the humans and the gates left behind. The things hidden.
"Damn it." Trixie rushed slightly ahead and picked up a corpse remains of the fallen god eater. She looks around, confirming a major flaw. It's missing soul. She picks the scales. No head. No soul. Not recorded in the tome as dead. She pets the corpse and sunk it to storage. She stands and with sword ready.
"Passing again?" She heard this voice before. The thing that eats god eaters. She knows it's wrong, it's adapted or worse. Hollow. She stands strong, "I am to full to eat you all. But I am bored." She lowered the weapon.
"Give us a ride on your back, it will be fun. Plenty of devils will see us and want to bother us. You can play with those." She confidence was strong and a tone of calm. Monarch grace skill enhances demand. It blinks many eyes and pulled form to being a flat platform of many legs, hands and eyes. It lowered and she helps them onto it. They can't see it's real horror. To them, she asked the path itself to bend for them. The undertaker was impressed helping the weakest human. Everyone being on the being walk for them. A faster travel. She shields them at the front and watching the creatures path. In no time it was pulling anyone or anything in the way to be played with. True to her word, devils smell humans and are lingering in drones. The spies of the families snatched up in the mix up. A living died to this creature as their shadow mask was crushed like a bug. They pulled through a mass Gate and walked along side the shore of styxs. She have wave to the ferry man and the river itself. Hands lift in return. She tossed tributes of passage and bows respecting. They left her and this spectacular show be. Onwards.
"We have to jump." She told them all, "Or we will suffer." They didn't understand, "Garb them." The other undertaker knows and took the weak kids. She takes Riddle and Kyle. She shields then in a poor landing. Breaching the time stop gate into the school church. The shock from inside the time stop of people not expecting pass through. Trixie barely can stand herself, and posed that the other undertaker and two humans to Enter. They fall in delay but land better then they did.
"How! How dare you!" She pulled from the floor and smashed to a pillar. Her collar held, "What have you done! Why did you track that thing into the Styx river?" She lifted and pushed into the pillar several times, "You are no better then that creature. You foul broken bit of weakness." She finds the being is so enraged that pain is not working to stop hurting her. Creaking her clay body.
"Stop it." She kicked but this unfazed them. She snaps their arm bone and they are forced to free her. She moved away from direction grapple again. She was among corpses of her favoured pets.
Any panic about this mad man was washed away. It was instant that she felt she has to know. Had to confirm her hunch. She has to know even if it hurts to touch the remains of the things she showered in love. Things she received love from. She cares no of the creaking weird man babble at other in the room. She lifted these god eater bodies.
Its as before. No head. No soul.
She began to cry, lifting more of them. More victims. Feeling their pain. She cries whole heart. Deeply with morning. She even lifted her cats and dogs. Hurting her very soul in how much they meant to her. She was blinded in the the sheer panic of accounting who was missing.
"No!" She held them all in hugging, "No. No. No." The bodies that been checked sank the floor, "How could you." At the last one. All remains is a gore puddle of liquids. Its wasnt just blood. Even so, she drew in all this and poisons through her, "How dare you!" She shivered small at the floor.
Conditions met, shifting into natural shape.
From a small body of clay in a puddle of ink black, blood and oil sheen clear liquid that isn't mixing. Breaks clay bits that dropped into the shadow.
"Come back to me!" All fell at cringing. The devastating terror pouring inside all living humans that knew to run. She doesn't allow the one being that she can hear the souls the most in, "Give those back to me." The pool a lift of a scaled arm that held the throat of this god eater hunter, "You didn't even mark them in the tomes. So how dare you. How dare you harm them. Harm my love."
The mask broken in the shattered pull of a monster of one one jaw speaking at this moment. But behind the jaw was more of them and they don't move to speak.
"So now the real monster, the final trump card. Your last hope." The mad man squeaked as she slams him to the same pillar he had of her, "Seriously? Like this works."
"Darve Samuel Seer. Index tome keeper." She crushed his Ribs, "Why do you continue to prove to never deserve to be forgiven? In what way must you continue to be this way. You can't feel thirst for sorrow as a damned." He shivered and breaking her hand. But there plenty spare to hold him, "Are you even a bit caring to other peoples souls then just yourself? Are you this jealous of my mother having a new life that you break everything? You were so mad of me even existing. Ignoring the fact there is DNA. You break everything I love and expecting me to let it go. To not fight. To roll over. Let you break this again." She finds several jaws making other listing points from across lives. The babble of maddness, everything she wanted to know. To ask. Once all these things were in the air. He grins and breaks more of her arms. New ones and repaired ones replace.
"The monster is a soul eater. It came for the souls. I get it. Why not ate them souls there? Eat those there." He pointed to the hung corpses of her family pinning that walls. Mother. Grandfather. Grandmother. Brother. Aunt. Uncle. Her accepted Father. The title of Ender, barely able to protect these souls from the mad man. She couldn't even put into words of this. This was completely wrong.
"Step away." She heard and she complies with this. Moves plenty away in letting them use a strange weapon to gut through this soul. The being sliced in such a way for the tower souls to be freed. But this guy soul was plucked. Held in the hands. She sits dazed of staring the corpse. The souls now able to come to her. All brushed around her. Loving her. She able to snap back thoughts and lowers to love. Cry relief that the souls were undamaged.
"What price will need to be paid for this?" Asking to take the soul of the man.
"You know where this place is." She spoke gentle in knowing an outsider like herself, "It's finders keepers. The price pay will be whatever the universe laws them so. You ready to take that chance?" They take a while in checking the soul quality and smiles warm. Nods, "What will it be to you?" She asked in interest.
"A tool. God artifacts are soul tied. I need a soul with the right maddness. Make a tool to pull hell layers." She shurgs at this, to some other universe that was entirely possibly for his soul energy to be enough for exactly that purpose. She waved that the thing and they soul can leave. They smile and take leave. The break of the space seals behind them. Creaking and shattered a new layout of events.
The god eaters are healed and loving her - pile of animals loving warmth blankets her. The humans laying on pews with minor injuries. The Ender stares bewildered of what that was all about. The only one not feeling the reverse was herself. She still the broken raged form. She had to pull herself, let go of the anger and fusteration. Shrunk to a size of a human 16 year old. Covering in gore and animals. Someone close by, that doesn't know how dangerous she is, throws a coat over her shoulders. Her animals scattered returning to there homes. She lays herself on the floor, exhausted of being altered into a human and for expense of shapeshift. It was only really Matthew that approached next to lift her, carries her to an pew bench like everyone else injured. Her family waking up or became spirits.
Plenty of undertakers went about making some discretion of what happened. Gun at the body of the mad man remains. A spare gun by her grandfather's body. A trade shot on corpses. The place of a drug candle. Mask on the mad man and the ex-cop. It looked suitable. She dressed as a student. Added as the same exchange transfer as Kyle and the other kids in the cross fire. Even those that were here on accident.
Her hair colored in last, as the last part of altering. Mix of dark black, Burnette shades. Streaks of white that was a indicator of stress. She still wears the dragonfly kingdom uniform underneath the student one, as none dare to take it off her. She will be the last to be awaking up.
"The law of outsiders." The true title of death closing the tome with remarking about the suitable soul adapts. He lingered with Trixie the most and that he trails about Matthew lacking concern for her.
"Seriously? You are back now?" Omens wondered.
"Temporarily. I plan to go back to my time off. This was considered an emergency." He looked at how the problem death gods are lingering around helping, following the command of Joseph. Joseph does a well enough for a mortal soul. But he doesn't handle the tome directly and simply keeps peace among the different faces of death. It's a good enough measure, plus the undertakers mixing with reapers. It's a temporary measure. There will be problems soon enough but not yet. Death measured souls around here and couldn't understand her the most. Stare at her with being to confused of how she even able to be. Soul force can be extremely extraordinary and unfathomable impossible to measure. It's the only currency that seems to matter outside of time and space. He scratched his chin with many future and past thoughts. Back around to just trying to understand her.
"The vow has been completed." Death nods in standing and taking back a abnormal route. Using the same rift of torn space as the visitor did. Omens stares at death's back in bewilderment.
"Lauren." Matthew leans at her side. Suddenly a flood of strange mismatched memories and plenty of confusion. He takes her hand, texture of human flesh spreads and plumping her from the thin guant emptiness in clay form she held about her before. She wasn't breathing evenly, slow longer then needed deep. She can barely feel pressure.
Time moves on as always. Humans replace undertakers. Medical teams on the living injuries ones. Police and forensic on the dead. The witness statements. The explanation for how the transfer students got tangled in, insighting a sort of school myth. She was held of for as long as possible but broke apart when they became concerned of the heart and potential internal bleeding.
"I remember now." Matthew sitting at the medical waiting room. He been checked over and given ok with his grazed bullet wounds. He waits for the other students as much as her. One by one someone would wake up and sit with him. Or be escorted to the school to return to learning or recovering in the dorm.
"Anyone here for Lauren Fallown?" Nurse stands forward. Matthew's wasn't the only one here for her but none of those others were family. No even Matthew was family, "Legal gaurdain that has proof." The birse seen these sort of things before. The receptionist posed to Matthew being the only one. So the nurse waved him over. He removed a few school documents. Both reception and nurse check these, agreeing and taken aside.
"At this point, how are you going to afford this bill ahead? She not going to be standing up anytime soon." The nurse guides him with caution as misdirected those watching. Once she cuts through a few wards and back around. She gets speaking again, "nearly everything of the lower abdominal region was worked on. Girls not going to have natural born children in her future. Putting it bluntly, she might even be paralyzed from the waisted down and on speciality machines. She likely have a stoma, on top of this." The nurse shakes her head, "She is no different to surviving a nine car pile up. Or a freak accident with a sign pole." Matthew shivered in how those were true at somepoint, "Girls barely alive but is proven to be responsive enough. She not speaking and I suspect the drugs of the attack might be the cause. This particular hospital has had patients with the cult candles." She looks back for sure, "Thank God your not one them. They crowd around like crows for meat."
"I am able to afford most of the treatments to get her stable for return to the school. From there, we just make do in what is. You can understand how tie circumstances are. We have special students with disable needs, so she will fit in. Especially away from." He trails in looking back and the nurse smiled being confident with the man before her. She takes through to a locked ward. A nurse at the corner nods to them as they enter.
"Miss Fallown was not to long ago in court protect." It was safe to speak in this closed room and thus they began at earnest filling him in with this being a fourth time being sent here. A patient that been under the influence of the candles for way to long since youth. Even after several failed custodian transfers. The girl is known to end up here a lot.
"She doing better then what the other tend to do." The watching nursed added in, "They all talk of invisible beings and scream about shadows. Some talk about demons with horns. With her, she pets invisible animals. Gladly they sound normal and cute. She would draw them when she was younger." Matthew nods at this insight of how much life's are ripped apart for becoming able to see undertakers, demons and damned. They her history of her animals is long rooted. It's just partly scary that her pets are god eaters if consider the reality of it all. Matthew steps right around to her softly, sees she was awake. She stares dazed in likely the pain and half asleep with drugs like morphine. She lifted her left hand in being able to touch the brim of his hat, making the feather charms altering a whole bunch of abnormal colours. She blinks a few times in trying to find focus and draw in a breath to indicate fusteration of her slow body. She looked over Matthew shoulders and tilts in Omens missing. She seems even looking for the god. Omens as a elder elven king steps from the watching nurse, she relaxed of seeing him hovering. Her eyes danced so much over Matthew's current clothing and lingers at his hair colour. She stares at his hands too.
"I never got your opinion about what you thought about the school." He settled at this being his conversation starter. She smirks at that attempt of acting normal in front of these people. She takes a while to sit up, bed lifted with buttons the side table with paper and whatever available as writing. They have this strange attempt of a conversation, never does she speak but he seems to know her answers. He knew her plenty well of her tells. The two nurses smile glad there someone for the girl, leaving to only the one watcher to stay and the other to get back to work. The nurse staying at their seat at the corner. There a hidden conversation between her and Matthew. Things she draw in asking about. Such as the state of things with mages, undertakers and the general state of humans. She ask strange angles of things but it all made sense for why she asked about them. She did ask about her family, as expected but he didn't really give a reply about it. Not sure if she be disheartened by it all. If being left behind and forgotten about entirely was painful enough. If she was an undertaker that slipping into the far future, it would be fine but she slipped in her lifetime. People that should have memories of her don't due to time flexibility. The Lauren Fallown now isn't the one the humans knew. It's a case of shared name, different people. Her own mother may even be sad or resentfully in front of this girl. So even if he doesn't answer it, she nods accepting that silence. It was fine since she can search on her own. Checking Facebook or something. She just needed to know they were doing OK, not that she would back to them. He misunderstood this of her resolve, as she isn't speaking.
"What now since you no longer are tied to a cursed promise?" Omens wondered. She shurgs at that. She pulled a new sheet of paper and began a new landscape drawing. She perfected the outline of the Abyss sand beach, even in attempt of colour. The purple sky of green cloud, black sand with silver gold hue. An ocean that gallops pink foam in pearlescent murky depth. The only vague veiw of objects that pocket from the floor were broken and the sunken fallen tree that worn smooth on top. She was content of the work, finding another thing to draw in or remove.
"You love being at the beach." Matthew voicing her to be alert and she complies gently at looking at the crowd. She can tell these spare people are damned in shadow mask, here to bother them. More likely here for demands of the tome. She turned the paper over and began scribbling a curse spell over the back. Once she completed it, she throws it up and it alters into water spray. The damned hiss as this was a divine spell craft and that water from the image is potent stuff. Plenty were ashed by it or repelled to take cover. The nurse here was passed out. Making no choose but for Mat to sprung actions.
"Trust no one!" Omens hissed. As it clear, none of these damned can see or hear the god in that abyss form. Omens seems to be interfered by some other force at work, soon fighting to stay with Matthew. Once Omens was gone from the picture. She was scooped from the bed. Matthew jumps evading having them both caught in the magic casting. The bed burns of purple flames and leaving blue soot. Once her picture was drafting downwards, a flare hissing air boomed in the room. Shattered the door from the frame. They were saved by the bed frame, huddle as the pressure passes. She removed the iv and heart monitor. She nods at him and he slips back up on feet. He barely moved away from the human that were the owners of those masks. Mostly distracted with pain shadows have been inflicted by. They hard crashed a double door, his not able to walk - feeling the conflict of God divine power. She picks up where he faults, helping arm over her shoulder and making the strength to pull together out of the hospital.