She leans dejected at the counter, having only served four groups with failed applications. She watched the tome have its usually new page lift and removals. Entire set of souls and realms were torn away once again, most sunk out of the limelight. In fact, we lost the hell realm with the endo period winex vib. The murderer people place. Might be some other universes problems now. So what we gain from the newly dumped tomes? Nothing shocking. I have seen these tome keeper notes before. Someone spilt ink over the main gods page. There a soul language mistake and mistranslation error between demon, devils and evil consciousness. Nine of the major gods have become infected with a disfigured image alteration and will likely come to murder and replace the establishment we have going on. Nah, it's nothing I can do. Not unless they come to me for help. Even then, that breaking their rules.
"Can I file a request?" The counter has several humans hunched in fear. One knocking a sort of guild emergency. She huffed disappointed.
"ID, ranking and summary." She doesn't budge a single fraction of a moment about the demon leaning over the humans, "Yo demon, back away from the hunter while I am making a request form." Punchs the desk and it look up to her with confusion, "Don't gawk at me. Piss off." It shake it's head a few times, "Touch my prey and I will have you limb to limb fed my freinds. Got it?" It snorted of not believing her.
"But mom... it can touch me. I don't like slimy ones." Her black loaf of a fat cat is foot tapping the guy. Shaking his paw of the feeling.
"You might not but luna will." Morpheus flatten his ears and sheilds himself with laying on a counter at her back. Watching from around her. She clears voice and the demon laughed.
"A broken mortal like you shouldn't even have a prayer." This demon makes right over at her face. Playing with her chin and eyes her down with soul checking her.
"You're clearly stupid." She moved away but her face floats left in place. Her body moves about files a report about demon attacking the human eclipse world. Rightly identifies and classification the entire attack team of arch demons. Averaging the ranking to black label S. She clamps the papers with a stapler and it sent away through the sigil system calmly as it was another average request letter.
"Red hand assassin. Why are you slimming it at desk side?" One the demons allies huffed, "There a whole world to flay skins for."
"Human skin has dropped market value since last page ago." She flicked her left hand with remarking the demon speaking is also a insult to her attention. Her mask as shaded from white clay into a peacock mineral ore with imperfection fissures for eye sockets. Having study the poor demons in her way enough to know they scared away the humans she was request filing for.
"Something about this mock human seems... off. Why are all these humans so comfortable around it?"
"The clothus hybird might have flesh mocked itself into the society."
"In the holy divinity of banishing the unclean souls off these sacred realm. I cast judgement and restraining over the false vessels!" Some big shor hunter in the human crowd has hell chains tie up these two demons. The two demons purr in feeling relaxed in such treatment. She huffed disappointed again.
"Keep your crap behind closes doors. No one here need to hear you loving the chains." She hissed at the demons, "Sick pricks that have no boundries of personal space." That made the demons feel just as insulted as the god follower that casted the restrictions. Morpheus hissed at the demons. She scoops Morpheus with love and cradles the car body to her. Tightly with making him feel safe in her arms. She started to soft hum for him and sway him into sleep. He disappeared from this waking world and back to his dreamland.
"Excuse me but you filed the complaint against these demons?" She heard from a clothus.
"Yeah, they scared away my commission. Interfere with business. I have a restrict no souls trade policy and they are rudely trying to use me." She hissed upon the clothus lawyer and it was sheer seconds of the clothus hearing her voice that such thing was laying posterated at the floor in forgiveness. It had even kicked the two demons to follow up with also bowing her way.
"They are newly crossed over from broken tomes. They meant no harm. Please lady, don't eat them." The sharp turn of both demons at the clothus, "Theor souls and skins aren't even human value."
"You think? But they are god eater value. Just think of the guts and blood all pinned in those meat and bones. Good eating. Especially on a slow roast. Salt. Mmm." She paused to wipe away drool.
"I pledge that they shall not exchange souls in you reach."
"Not even in that little mountains cradle you think is hidden from humanity." She posed and clothus gesture a bunch of other places. The clothus lawyer trembles but still agrees.
"She can eat us?" The one that started this.
"Allow me to educate them." The clothus begging. She hissed and flares several gestures. Yet she turned away disinterested. The clothus snatched the demons by the collar and pulls them from instant reach.
"Denied." She sigil system blocked several buddies of these demons from finalized deals. Including an important one with a Darkwood. The back fire of magic energy whiplash and lead to nine humans dead. She files as it was another day.
"I have a question about those demons." One of Death's children that hasn't a cult following yet. The last one to not have workshop influences.
"You taken the steps for Clothus laws?" The permit was flashed to her, "Then as a god being. You can indeed make them your hands of faith. I can't stop you nor will your family. You one some other tome space away from this space of now." The youth jolts of how she knew with staring confused, "You met my family. Why are you questioning me?" They take only a moment to reflect and leave. She snorts and puts her mask face on properly latched over her.
"You did not just send my nephew to claim ownership of demons." The goddess of life vessel here to strangle Eliza against the guild counter with heated wrath.
"Stop it. She acting on something beyond my work." Fate pulled life back from this, "Eliza. Can you please help Omens with his follower? The bond is snapping." Eliza brushing the knot of her throat and coughing in the gasp of air. The two goddess glare down in expectations on Eliza.
"Sure. The Ender titles at work of something vague again." She barely can hiss a whistle from her lips but exits in struggle. The two god vessels bark and hiss dome word battle over the vast souls at risk. As Eliza seems to be some barrier keeping them safe and has only been registered as such just now. It was her action of handling these law breakers that gods realize they are powerless from clothus and these new demons. As the nine human deaths couldn't be prevented with that gods intervention included.
Eliza has her gear together, armored up for a realms crossing. She ready for travel mage towers. Knowing that Mattu's on the American side of the Atlantic Ocean. She uses the short cut to the mage land and then a gate crossing to the USA. She fines this side of the hunters Control centre being more active of clothus and semi-humans. There are plenty more of magic and divine talent. Unlike the UK bases being full of hidden and humans of fighters levels. She came this way for Mattu. Having soul searched him. She is positivity sure that his going to attack her over something. The fraying Fate thread bound is held with clothus binding and hatred of revenge. She frown in being somewhat sure his at one the Seer estates as a captive.
"I don't have the dementors anymore hut they can't use the tomes." She thinks about it, "They are using blood sacrifices anymore. That helps. The guy that made use famous spotlight is out of the picture. But I am still here, so replaced so is still at game." She punched her hand with reflexively dodge of some thrown spell or item at her. She blinks a few times at knowing she arrived and sees the sheer pale chaos. The flavors of negative hits her senses next, making her enjoy the flavor absent minded.
"Wait. They aren't attacking us." Someone at the guild counter leaves post with approaching Eliza. Does a business gesture.
"Mmm, business. Sorry. It's like chocolate." She gained a little self control with putting the creepers mask aside for her human face to be visible, "You're quite low ranking but I don't mind. What's up?" He has some relief and then did a sort of soul refused service thing. She replies as she should in respecting, "We needing to find lost souls, something not right with a realm or corpses of unknown things left laying round?" He blinks a few times and shook out of it.
"There is a court order to detain all associations of the Dreams Chasers. There isn't any information about where to locate them and how to stop them."
"Oh dear. I can have them executed if needed. Or we talking their own medicine. Maybe if you want human legal courts it's take about 20 years but it can sweep." She nods certain, "Abduction is something they often do. As cult as it gets with dark magic arts and summoning the broken." She frowns in how pale the guy is, "well anyway, I will gladly take them down if it's what's needed. Stop the poor clothus around here being slain by the hidden." He trembles walking away. She frowns at deep thought and then thinks about it. She shadow pockets about for her most recent phone or device of contacts. Tapping about and with finding several she checked each for the suited use. She concluded that she divided her identity again. She chooses her phone as a human granddaughter. She makes a call, let's it ring. The contacts all blocked and deny her. She puts that phone away. She uses her next one as penheart. It picked through but is drop instantly. She frowns disappointed. There a sort of last resort phone. It's her dark ID. She doesn't want to use it. Thinks about it. Typed in the number of the leader and makes that call.
"Excuse me before you hang up on me a four time. I would like to inform you of my dissatisfaction of your ways of handling human live among the awaken world. You have only 4 humand court days before papers are delivered by my bird of three jaws. You have less then 24 hours before I began soul removal of all not human beings given vessel. And one very last detail." She spoken as the abyss merchant should, and now it was all clear she adjusted her voice and tone, "I will bring birthday cake for grandmother. Since she celebrating at the restaurant owned by the other family. I will see you all in nightmares. Love you." She hangs up with a smile. Very proud of it going perfect.
She even lowered down to pet her dogs that come to greet her, as they are demon hounds. The second she pets them, they altered into German shepherd hybirds. Kneeling at the floor in their licking. She plays rough too with soft human hand pats. All seven of them go barking mad and disappears with zoomies. She huffed as they learnt that from being raised with the cats. She sits up and scoops the black and white tux kitty. It squeaked at her and a little bonding. In having this cat here had meant something about the current line of tomes as altered. Once this kitty has his fill of loving attention and up standing she frowning. Brought out the tomes with needing that clarification. She openly stood around tome page turning.
"Mmmm... the laws of Dreams has been breached." She closed the tome, "Oh well not anything I can do about it. This is the one universe that such a disaster cleans up problems." She stretched and allowed herself to take whatever nature her body fits into. Finding the hole through her torso to become real among the human world. And other nightmarish adaptations. Her mask was active secondary face with a working god eater jawline.
"I should go find them now." Voicing her thoughts and has finally moved.
"I will send you back to the abyss for once you came." She blocked the god follower before.
"I am human. Dude chill. Chill before that god of yours gets ate." Her mask tongue flicked.
"Sorry my dark side is right. You can't send human of law." She shurgs and walked on evading others. Straight to a food vender and pays with a swiping debt card. She waited for her order and collected it as normal. Eating her meal to go as she trials the hunters shops of this mage tower for goodies.
"Oh!" Nose plastering at a display case for some dagger, "It's so cool." She pouts with looking every detail, "I want it. It can replace my lost claw."
"Not what I was expecting but sure. Pay me with black sand." She looked up from the case to the guild owner. The current area authorities for these boundaries, "I need enough to call the gods of death and Omens." She stares really testing them, "No souls." Right hand.
"Well OK. No souls. Death and Omens are short enough amounts of contact. For this dagger." She makes sure, "If you have something else just as cool, I will thrown in some relics to make the summoning communicate ritual easier. Be it a token offering for both the summoning goddess and the relics for each god in contact." She sees he wavered and then pointed to a cursed weapon, "Deal. With receipt."
"Right clothus." He shakes at that and the exchange is made. She given the dagger and the cursed sword. She gives two pinch bags and the tied tokens for the gods it is for.
"The bone knuckle is deaths. The rainbow feather is Omens. Just because it's a bonus for the sword, here is a protective candle that stops you seeing things about them you will fear. Thus preventing the summoning of these gods from harming you the caster. I suspect the Omens one will back fire. His souls in a foul mood. I have not seen him around like normal. Normally hissing at me for something." She frowns.
"Huh? Ugh... whatever miss." He signed the authentication receipt and she lodged it in her inventory book. She clips it all to her gear belts. Skip about the store exit freely. Everyone stare at the god master in shock.
"You know, if I knew that girl wasn't going to be devoured by the curse. I would not have sold it." He like others rushed to watch her back but find she gone. The fear set back up. That was when one the lower lackeys punched him in pointing to her ordering at a Baskin Robin for a cookie ice-cream cake. She acts so fluidly normal that the cashier handling the order is unaware and unfazed. Per once more she waited like a decent person. Playing with the black slim bodies of something at the floor and stood fast when her order was ready. Her phone started ringing and she answered it like a typical human does. Vague notion that she was talking to family about her life.
"Yeah! I can finally talk to you. Because you broke the rules. I don't have to be the mute human you all hated. Can't you do me a favour and send some car to the mage tower. Why? Your funny. I had business here. I came to look for a god and his follower. His not here so I was going to kick my other family door down. You would love it." She pauses in listening, "But grandma. I have red velvet cookie cake. Your favorite." She frowns looking at the cake all sad, "You didn't check the fact that 9345 dollars is missing from your bank account?" She ponders loudly, "the court fee of course. You wanted it taken care of. Loki told me. The grey white raven with two jaws. Yes. Him." She shuffled the floor, "He did? He ate the god of death? Oh loki. Bad kitty. I gave tickles to give." She sings. A long huff as the phone hung up. She looked at the cake.
"We all going to die." She tilts hearing behind her. Peering down at a god host without his title soul. She measured the guy.
"Not found acceptance to dying yet. That's OK. It's normal. It's nice to experience something you don't normally as a god." She helps him up and gives a warm hug, "These emotions drive humans to extreme things. Its how it is." Pats shoulder, "Don't worry about your missing self. I know where it went and how safe he is. I will make sure your at rest. It's the right thing to do. For a shepherd that worked the hardest. It's OK to be free." He clearly bewildered.
"Are you OK?" He looked about her.
"Oh just family. It will be OK. No God can fix it." She pinch his cheek, "I am already dead." He frowns more with horror in seeing her torso hole through her gear.
She leans dejected with taking a walk to some other counter and placed the cake at her side. She opens the tome and began removing pages from the bindings. She crumbles them and throw them backwards. It never made the floor as something about the floor became alive and feasting of these page offerings. She would turn to spit on a jar of some crystal stone. She held a page that been many times repaired beyond salvage. Her fingers pet this and she directly at this in her current time human mouth. She chewing away all the gritting crunchy textures.
"Stop!" The last pages she wasn't going to anyway. She smiled forward at the being that took the tome away. She head pats them.
"It's your turn." Spoke muffled with mouth full, "Their your responsibility now." She swallows all the bits, "I ate the erased ones. Here is the seeds they became." Pushed a sealed box to them, "It's now ore used to fuel cremation to explode a new. Your now the primordial that makes it happen." They take the box with shock, "You come from a long line of primordial gods. Your soul letters are a string of those lives you were before." She explains, "You were the first soul. Sometimes you became the last too. Reincarnation has quiet the loto. You became the Ender. But no one told you that enders are also the beginning. All those that took ending things to far missed the point. Left the torch passing to the next. The cycle broke... but there wasn't one to begin with. Just assuming things." She smiles to them. They stare at her, "I don't judge. All souls of all shapes. All purposes. Strokes and strides of all sorts. There isn't some basic answer to everything. It just is, which is a controversial idea."
"You OK with this?" She nods and seed them leave with the tome, time and space removing her entirely. She watched as the horizon of what was the black sand beach be erased. Slate cleans away all the past she been through. It's all faded.
She opens her humans eyes, at the desk. Stared at the cake. She sighed sadly.
"Cake is a lie, they say." She giggled to herself, "If they know me at all, they should expect a cake lie." She tilts around while with feeling her creatures also disappearing. All her supernatural phenomenon events have altered. Her shadow inventory gone. All she has was this cake and the gear she wearing. Wanted for fraud debts and all sorts of things. Her human mind swam in new memory details and the current circumstances. She looks at this cake with human salt tears.
"Is everything okay?" Some normal person passing her.
"It isn't something that is easily fixed in a snap. I just have to be fine." She collected the cake, "Life happens." She left away from the stranger and carried the cake to the cool dark night air. Sounds of Florida wildlife and planes. Honking cars. She stands leaning at a wall with her mind clouded in so much.
"Excuse me miss. Welcome back home. Allow me to take the cake and escort you to the car. Your luggage has already been sent to the estate." Her cult maid from the Seer side of the family. Which makes sense, her mom gave up and is a huntress. Her dreamer cult grandmother lost custody over her biological father. So it be her tome keeper cult that took over her raising. And she was assumed a talentless brat that causes all the money issues. That's fair, she does. But it's in covering up her dark merchant trading. She used the false pretense of human money fraud to fund for her spirit cult activities out of supervision. The maid knows and pretends not, active spy to her family. The maid only cares to serve the next head of house. Although not proven, Eliza is next from her father. He may try to stop it but can not.
"The tomes are no longer accessible. All those soul contracts are broken. Quiet the mess. And in all that mess. They sent you to kill me." She smiles at the maid, "Well?" Maid indeed made it look like a hug and a dagger from Elizas own belt was removed and stabbed. But... low and behold, through just the armour and not her guts. She has none. Eliza hams it up for a bit, leaning and coughing.
"For the cause."
"Idiot." Eliza laughing and hugging the maid closer, "I am not dead." Kisses the maid ear. The maid flips out and nearly drops the cake. Eliza reflexively caught it. She puts the knife away, "Go take me so call home. Or just do me the favour of driving me to the Fallowns." The stare match, "Did you not hear me?" Her mask moved independently to glare. The maid drops the floor in horror.
"Forgive the human spy. She no longer of use to you as the cover you needed." Her driver approaching up in bow and several nightmares sigil greetings. She then knew by the human body but not human eyes. This is her eldritch horror as one her proxy servants. Servant of nightmare sigil law. It will be her personal dark merchant servant keeping the books clean.
"I am glad to have welcomed company." She arm locked with the driver, "Huff up Strella. Pissing the airport floor is useless." The maid forced composure and walks behind them with her head down.
"How was England?"
"It felt like home. I think I might live there for the rest of my life. The wet weather and rudely polite people. Less clothus. Plenty of undertakers to make trades with. It just gets warmer to me." He just plays along with Eliza choose of how she projects herself as at the moment. Clearly taken back of why she's not mute but suspects it's due to some changes of the greater worlds, "The boundaries between life, death and the dreams are nonexistent now. All this time being four persons is pointless now." He shivered of that admitted answering of his mental questions. He had even froze up with stopping to take in that news. With looking right at her, he released himself from the human host. The man flops the floor. He stares at the human corpse and back up to her. She snaps fingers and the human was cremation with intense instant magic heat. The ashes behind was sunk to her shadow. The maid muffled shock and fear. Backing away. Shaking her head in not wanting to die next.
"Hurry up Strella. We haven't all night." Eliza demands, "What I am not meant to use your real name? You want to be called maid, all day?" The woman has no choose but to continue serving to this cultist in horror. As she was given this life to be a maid to the house in exchange of the homeless helplessness she left as Strella. She rushed taking over being the one to open the car door for Eliza, puts the cake in a ice cooler. The cooler was meant to be used for proof of the deed. Car doors close and the speed of rake off was beyond speed limit.