The car blue tooth connected and several calls are not answered. Until Eliza being sick of the ringing calls interrupted her music enough times.
"She's driving. So stop calling." ELiza hissed at the stero mic peice.
"Was it done?"
"Do I sound dead? Are you deaf? Or is that you never hear my voice before." She thinks about it as did the listener, "Look man, when I am down massacring the Dream cultists for all the crap they screwed up. I am going to take that energy onto this cult too. I am going to up root the entire assortment of the 14 distinctive families. I am going to bring god laws of court justice and revenge laws of hell court. I am going to rip time space and remove every last illegal Clothus your hiding in the basement. So be ready for mass murder, father. I have blood to pay and lifetimes of suffering to return." She hung up on him. She nods certain. She then answered the next call, "Strella is a living corpse right now. Can I take a message?"
"Huh? Well OK." The confused voice huffed, "I calling to ask about if the corpse was salvageable."
"Oh, you mean hers?" She asked and the guy is confused.
"Lady Seer is reconginizable right?"
"Oh. Well instead can you instead made use to disposal of cremated ashes of my driver is give proper burial instead. I am bit dead right now. Although I think Strella will be is she crashes this car."
"Yes my lady." Phone hung up.
"I must be 'dead' popular." Eliza huffed leaning back to relax again. The phone rings once more. The contact is the red hands. There a long pause of Eliza not answering it. But eventually...
"Tell me that she isn't dead."
"I am alive and well thanks. Are you OK grandpa?" There a long static of disconnection. The call is made with a new number, "Someone broke the rules you know. So I am finally allow to be myself. I don't have to worry about being seen as some clueless nobody. I got cake from grandma. I was heading over to her place to clean up. Did you want to handle the courts for her or are you actively against the Dreamers and Seers?" The phone is almost hung up again but someone seems to take it.
"Impersonating my step daughter is going to lead you to trouble."
"Dad! How is mom? I thought you went to England to chase after me. You must have took the flight right after. You should be careful. The nine hour flight doesn't settle my tummy well. So I took the huntress short cut into the mage land. Oh I got some good news. I finally became the land owner. I have a bunch of people working under me and I own the market corner for candle banishment and summoning ritual materials. So if you need to summon the unknown abyss of monsters, call me. I have one my pets over to eat." She pauses for a bit, "Don't pet the black eyes thing. It will bite your hand off in playing games. Tyr is just a kitten. You like Narly though. His a stripey fang monster that would love your attention. Just staring at him will be enough love." The phone is held away for a bit. The car is so silent too.
"Excuse me miss but I need to remind you that Loki ate the god of death." Her King of yellow speaks up.
"Oh and his off currently eating the other cult contracts around my grandmother. He does mail career but gets distracted eating souls out of everything around him. His a bad boy leaving living corpses around. So many soulless bodies, it have the god followers all in my business. Not to even mention the undertakers." The fella nods of that, "Is the school ran by demons and angels still kicking about?"
"Saint August is currently managed by the red hands." She shrugs.
"Shit, the university degree in magic, sciences and four way court law is useless. They would never accept a dyslexic to take the exam." The servant shake at this.
"Here my lady, the file for your educational experiences. As along as you forgotten nothing."
"Have have the sigil panel to back search if I needed it." She waved it in front of her. Stares bewildered of how she has rankings of a god in several categories and that this was her unfiltered Identity that sigil knows of. She wafted it to adjust to grades of mimicking hunter ranks.
"Reminding me." She removed her human face for the black void behind it, her hand sunk through and out came another tome. This tome instantly faded and disappears. She adjusted faces back and sees her empty hand. She then just smiles. The phone line hung up.
"What did you do?" The servant asked in fear.
"The broken tome of half missing and broken names. Broken souls and all sorta of soulless entities that needed existing for finishing business. It's harmless. The one guy is just fishing. The haunted house just wants humans to play with. There be a mute demon freak running around just doing nothing. It just turn up shake about and run again. He is funny." The maid took a fast corner and the whole vehicle tumbles. No harm but the car being smashed up. Eliza saves the maids live from the engine spill about to ignite. Her shadow pockets all the weapons, attempted murder contingency plans and important cookie ice cream cake. Eliza carried the unconcious maid across her shoulder like a sack of potato.
Just got walking the side the road. A shot gun in spare hand at aim of the demons, coyotes and bears. She walks unhindered. The king of yellow at her back step. The car once they were far away blazed even hotter and with black flames, from all the cursed trap triggers to insure Elizas murder. And plenty if banishment wax candles and flame accelerate.
Eliza orginal luggage is hooked to and wheeling on Eliza's hip. Clattering away the bigger threats to soul existence like the things that eat souls. She had some hunch of the king of yellow being too obeying but this was instantly sorted. The host in possession was soon being ate by a native alligator. She unfazed of the eating the yellow king behind her. She unfazed as the man screams in terror. She in no possibility of saving anpthers life. Not with the unconcious maid on shoulder. She cant shoot the gator, their scales would just rechete the shot back at her. Knowing the true soul name is totally being repaired then harmed. It just a method that puts souls in such terror state. The maid never wakes up the whole walk.
"Welcome to... Oh my. Allow me." The sever helps Strella off Eliza shoulder, "Was there anyone else?"
"Just us. I came here to meet my family in the back. Please excuse me." Eliza adjusted herself to be neat. A bit of magic use to clean and proper up her gear. She uses a reflection of some glass to play about her hair and face.
"You lot follow me, now." She addressed a table of waiting demon and clothus lawyers, "Undertakers too." Pulls the arm of a guy to drag with. She wafted a death god vessel and he followed. She showed them all through the meeting double doors of the private venue stage. The current mic speaker stops mid-sentence. Eliza steps shadows and pulls herself into the stage light instantly. But knocked the man aside.
"Excuse me but I am not dead. I refuse to sell souls, slaves and sand to the whole bunch of freaks that are trying to end the world. If you want hell to break loose along humans, it should have happen already. You want murder a god, be a guest. Walk right to their home and behead them there is nothing but the slaughter of monsters that eat souls in the way of these goals. So man up and get on with it!" She screams at them all as they stare stunned, "You want to be a god? Play god games? Make your own creatures to murder humanity. Sadly someone beat you to the punch and made you freaks. And me. I am your master that owns your soul. You attempt anything single problem with me, I will carve you up and eat your souls. Got it?"
They stand ready to attack and she moved her mask over to her front. She grows height and claw removed a nearby idiot soul. Her mask works the magic, devouring the soul and head of the human. There stop short as she spat a stone at the floor and used the head remains to taunt.
"Yes my lady of the abyss. I will serve my heart and soul to you. You are my life and death. I shall bow to your way of bring about the chaos to the fake gods and torture the living humans that met a tragic mistake of crossing on your territory." The head now finished up which a crunch. Toss into the air and then ate in one go with god eater adapted featrues of herself. She nods impressed of the flavors, returning back for human features.
"Monster!"
"Eliza! Leana! Stop!" Omens drops himself at her feet.
"About time. I was going to claw your abyss shape from beyond." She huffed with blood pouring her mouth. Hands at hip, "What was this I heard about you fighting with Mattu? Did you break him again? You know how much he loved you and you go doing something unforgettable. The poor man is an Ender. He will always know what you did to break his heart." She jabs Omens openly with a claw finger. Omens spat blood in being stabbed by her, "I traded my human existence for him to be normal. And you selfish God spend his freedom on your whims. My price for you. And you broke him. We aren't on good terms. So tell me something good before I eat you." She hissed with jaw adjustment five layers of her face jaws came to unhook and hand ready to eat him. She was very ready.
There was cold. It plays at her back and soon holds around her waist. Tightly held hands with soft tips that made her close those jaws. So soon there was a hand covering her eyes. All her senses away taken away. She locked in standing with holding Omens. Feeling that someone steps into her. And that all these sounds of grievances are silent now.
"That was a beautiful game." It was her natural voice and yet not her speaking. Rather she was totally calm, no trace of any other feelings. Her hands flex in strange ways, yet still it's not her. Hints of spraying blood drips and burns. No trace remained. No soul left behind. She feels this cold in everything inside and out. But it's only soothing her heart desires and her soul endless pains. Her own body may be spent up and yet still she crashed kicked the double doors exiting. Dragging two corpses, one each hand.
"What did you do?" Mattu speaking as one these her hands.
"Did what had to be done. Their souls don't belong or should have existed here. Every last hybird human. Even the host human body girl with a soul endless like sand in wind. She is an hybird clothus bloodline." There is pause, "You don't mind if I gave your soul a new vessel Eliza?"
"Not at all, Ender." She able to speak for herself, "Use me as needed."
"You find me a sort trigger to bring you peace." It huffed.
"You calm away all those hardships and sins I made with my many lifetimes as many sand grains of soul. I guess you are sort of like a sedititive to my internal hell." She had swooned a little but she puppet to stand as it wished. She calmly enjoying her soul peace silences. Does everything it wishes. Blindly or not.
"Eliza, stop the Ender." Omens begged, "It will destroy everything."
"You are funny Omens. This place you think as an universe... You can't break what is already a heaping slough of broken." She smiles blankly while the title of Ender nods of this. Throwing both god and follower to a car. She takes the driver seat. Autopilot drives them all away.
"I left behind my edlitrich monster in the stomach of the god eaters. Death still in Loki's stomach." The Ender title hearing her spoke thoughts and her inner ones. The problem she should be thinking and what her concerns are. Very contracting.
"That god eater is death has become new body vessel." Telling her, "that nightmare is fine." She was calm again, "You're entire existence of all those you loved are slaughtered."
There isn't any rise or fall of emotions by her. Rather the title had even took pause in shock she wasn't stopping. That her heart is as steady as it always been. Rather of its not aware of this but her clothus side has already been pouring over the tomes, watching names conditioned and change. She felt them leave this collapsing broken area. She knows their souls are safe. That's plenty enough to not be sad about the lives lived in this dangerous mimic universe. Even her brother moved taking death with him. Her human side had finally naturally smiled with full throttle of the engine taking them to the mage tower insulation. She tilted a broken smile to the god and the follower in the back seats.
"Arent you going to flee too or are you staying to watch it all collapse?" She speaks gentle and even the title flexed with a frown a moment, "Amusing that even the title is afraid of itself. Yes they all always have this moment of nerve. They all do. I did too." She got out once parked at the nearest random place, "But it's not a bad thing seeing time and space crumple and shatter. It's beautiful. It looks like how souls feel when torn apart. Sounds like it too. As if a hollowed is devouring the souls."
She is tearing up and yet with stride takes the stairs to the roof of this building. Mattu and Omens at her back following. That drifted cold holds harder around her but quivers with bringing energy. The higher they are. The more in uniform of being the Ender she became. Her entire body altering as an undertaker, clay pieces smash time to time across the floor. She is exactly the day that her soul was smashed. Damned ink blood pours down her front. The fragment mask in dust cloud around her. Human and clothus blood coughed out from her throat. Dying isn't stopping her. Doesn't slow her down.
"Elizabeth." Mattu had to catch her at the last landing of this stairwell. In just embraced to her, his altered to his undertaker uniform with plenty of the charms of omens hung around him. He soon compelled by the title of Ender to finish making it to the roof. It's already unlocked and full of gasping people watching sink holes. Watching flooding. Dead bodies come alive in time altering fissures. Lost hunters are appearing and monsters assume lost to time are eating humans. Mages stand in horror watching the collaspes and crumble.
The peeling reality layers of existence
existence life way. Gods and damned side by side - looking at each other as counter opposite. There seems only grace in the creatures from the world of dreams. Horrible appearance but all so gentle and trying to save lives. The fears made into flesh turn out to be the salvation that gods should have been. Gods going around making it worse then better.
"It's everywhere and everything." Omens voiced staring at all the things out there. The boundaries that cross into the tomes of other universes.
"I have came for the last tome." Someone posed hand in expectations of receiving it.
"For the very first time." Eliza turned around and with shift motion. Separated from Mattu. She claws through the being, "I refuse." She split them in half, "There wasn't any pages left to give." She breaks them for extra measure. They dust across the floor. She stands looking out to the sky as it was night with the light of day. As stars are exploding and collapsed. Sprays to bust other stars. The flare of uv burning all surfaces to melt. Water evaporated to dust and corpses are dry husks. She stands staring at peace of it all. Cold cloaking her.
"Find a new body for me." She falls as a clump in cloth. All senses stopped. There isn't anything to feel or make of just that she is cold and grounded into darkness.
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That's not anything new. These limbs don't move as I thought they should.
Don't move.
"This new casting method will stop all the blocking soul issues we had when clay spinning and carving. A much cleaner result of body. The down side is the fragile nature of thin clay bodies. Although it's better recovery as a result. Hands and other fragile body parts are now replaceable at easier fitting." The hand over her meant her shadow could hear them speaking. She takes in that there a feeling her partner isn't sold with this man's method.
The way the atmosphere shimmers has all she got to entertain herself in this state. Her darkness taking small samples fabric ribbon making of them. She blindly felt the bits of made materials and calmly eased with the cold hugging around her soul. A hot breeze rolls through but it mixed with the frost. There a tacky texturing. Then it was warm. She stays relaxing.
"Alright. Come on. I need your hands with tome keeping. You do book stuff and I will do soul handle." She unfazed of the fake person demanding things. Can you play along while I take care of the crowns request? They assume you a empty vessel of no speech. Play along? You going to trust me to not make some mistake? It's you. Anything you do will be beyond the expectations of those around us. Fair.
Just in the sheer act of sitting up and posing her hand at her face in feeling that she needed to yawn. She scratches and stretched a bit. But it's clear her eyes aren't working or she sight blinded. She may even be spell based blind. Even so, she neaten up her appearance with just the brushing of her hands over herself. Ending with chopstick pin up hair.
"I guess you need a coffee." She flustered a hand of this fact and gets up from this coffin, "Actually you don't need one. You're not exactly alive or human anymore." She shurgs in reply too of that. She with effort posed open hand to summoning up a tome. She brushed fingers across the covers and puts that one away. But knew from the energy connection, moves softly but rudely bumping everyone. She gently takes the nearest already open tome, snap snaps fingers and it page flicked to the souls needed examination. She soft checked condition and nods a strange replying notions. She then posed that to the right guy soul that needed plucking. The pretend partner gets on with it. She rolled with a clothus left hand gesture of that needing practice.
"You totally unfazed of everything." She shrugs again. Can you soul remove the next one for him? I have claws still? Oh, the god fragment. Sure, protecting the god lettering. In swift flowing motion she extended her right hand over the piles around her and with making the tome float at her side. She able to pick the soul through the corpse piles. It smells of clothus, maybe not god fragment. But whatever.
"Wow, how did I miss that?" Don't give it to him. I will just eat it then. Ugh what? She sank the fragile soul through her stomach. She tilted checking the next portion of souls, claws put away. She makes notion of chewing occasional times. Poking the tome for soul adjustments.
"So what is it? That's isn't some normal undertaker. My tome." She gave back the tome, "Why are you so silent? Are you soulless?"
Don't answer them. They don't need to know anything. You are pretending to act as the monarchs partner. Once your finished there, you can get back to getting the rest of your body into functioning. So you know I cant see right now and I am barely able to figure where their all standing, laying or whatever. I can judge where souls are around me but not anything else. Are you still able to ignore time crystal? Yeah. You could take him with you to safety when you done soul servicing. His using this as some cover up for something else. As whatever the crown wishes. Yes.
"Help over here." She has figured out the monarchs soul energy to know where to follow him. She right over with clawing some other soul out and with removing her own tome access to soul name check. She once again carries the soul. She hovering around cherry picking the difficult ones or occasionally at the monarchs side. She had at some point blocked between monarch and some thing. As she is soul seeing and could tell the thing wasn't good. She had to rudely move the monarch to safety with posing he should help her with some thing over a protected zone. It went smooth as he didn't know. He nearly just got ate by something. If I had not moved him away, this guy be in bits. I am glad your able to make it seem indifferent. Can I leave you to hunt it? I can try.
She makes double sure the monarch is throughly safe and unaware as much as she can of this. Once he has his head down at some mess. She makes a running leap and swift act to remove the core of the creature. She silenced it with her shadow materials and storage the whole meat husk to her pocket. She ate this soul too.
"Very interesting indeed." The monarch looking up and around. She softly steps with waiting at his side, "What did you do with the massive creature that was over there?" She plays mute as she had this whole time. Shrugs. He is clearly looking at her about something.
"The god eater was taken care of. It's all I can figure out. I wished I was recording it." Someone linked to the monarch, likely the undertaker partner of the host crown. Either way, souls accounted and lives shuffled. She walks at the monarchs side with doing the soul account bits he isn't. Letting him blend among the crowd. She getting on with business of material collecting and pick pocketing these corpses. She has not dignity of respecting the dying or dead. Just getting the job sorted.
"How are you all not mince meat?" Approaching someone and she blocked between, "Wow, that was cursed." They backed away.
"Conclusion was that the god eater around here ate something and began targeting the wrong folks." The partner of the monarch voicing, "Or it was trained to eat undertakers. Either way, it's was handled. Here the finalized investigation notes in copy." She senses the panel opened used there. That data was also copied to her due to ranking. She can't review it but does felt her version was tainted with hidden spirits and other obituaries. She hides away the panel while she sensing around to follow the undertakers across as disc portal. She barely make it to being stood at the side when hands sprouted and snatched her through. She was the last one through. The corrupted gate closed different from normal.
She was being posed, dressed and clay patched in many ways. She was blasted with several realms of energies. She eventually able to have functional senses and yet she kept her eyes closed for the goddess wish. The goddess of summons dislikes being watched by the very doll she's toying around with. Eliza is lifted to sit at some stairwell floor, a dream manufactured cigarette at fingers. Her mask was being put as a last little final touch. Summons sank leaving once more.