"Evade the sight of those people." Omens cooed smoothly, "You just waste time with them asking questions." Mattu accepted the god bird resting his head since returning back to the kingdom, the mage human thrown over shoulder, "Take the wall here."
Mattu knocked Omens off with looking dumbfounded that the god really means that they could walk through a time sealed crystal space.
"You're a fallown's partner. You can cross there." Having no choose to be making doubts and with the human having limited time here to begin with. He pushed through the crystal wall as instructed. The god bird hops after, glaring at death's vessel to stay away. Death has been hovering away from the human and instead securing that nothing follows or prevents the plan in action. Mattu stares confused of this sealed crystal part of the kingdom, having no memories of being here before. He kicked a pot of crayons, and ignored the crude floor plan map of the Seer estates across several passages. He looked around in trying to wonder where to leave out from here.
"Dunk the kid in the mineral pond here." they crossing into the monarch private living estate. The private wash mineral ponds for only the close shadows of the crown and the crown host to use. It's the highest concentration of the acid flesh melting agents and other biological manifests that fossilized human flesh to mineral clay so fast.
"About time too, not the entrance I thought you come from." One the close agents helping to put the mage kid into the depth of the waters, "The crown is guarded by the abyss thing you call a partner."
"Trixie was a human in life. Just screwed up with cursed bloodlines. This mage kid isn't much different in energy containing." the agent and him huff in helping through the excessive clay clearing (when a build up blocks the sensory parts like ears and eye sockets).
"Her so claimed brother is one of Death's top men in the kingdom orders."
"Jackel was actually her cousin, but what matters is that their relationship isn't going to impact us. She isn't a normal trickster. She is the one you send to destroy them. In a way, she lives up to being a trickster's worst nightmare." the next lowering of the body once flesh is converted to clay was the glazing layers and the way souls thread itself to the limbs. They stand back waiting for him to move up from the surface on his own eventually. Every undertaker has a method, and most public ponds have grapple holds to climb to the surface. The monarch pond is smooth inside by the erosive nature of the pure chemical bath and its often that other method or pure swimming strength does the job.
Swimming as a clay body is trying to make stone float, thus its a test of strength and loyalty to the crown's promise. Every aspect of making the host into the crowns fitting is a test to make the undertakers support the monarch. Shadow hands are often gained and lost depending on the results of the body shape and outcomes of marks across the monarch's body. There should have been many painted runic marks that help aid the soul to function in the clay body, another standard of measuring. How panicked or willing the human is to be thrown into such an acid bath. Overcome living trivial manners.
"I am not impressed." Mattu heard that very sharp and clear but the agent at his side doesn't. Mattu with careful standing and look around. This poor kid is cursed with a Mask of damned. Thus spoken as a damned.
"It's all part of the altering state from human to undertaker. The fact you are awake is a great thing. It means your soul is active and woven deep into your new body correctly. It's also good that your shadow didn't go in." Mattu speaks quietly to the damned mask, "Please have patience. You are not free from living binds until it we are certain your name is written into the tome of undertakers." the damned stares at the ring Mattu is baring with what would seem a happy expression. But damned are backward beings, that is more meaning a fear or frown. It stares upon the bubbles of the pond with a growing larger smile, "The souls of the pond help paint the runes needed for functional organ uses. Everything about an undertaker is crafted but the soul who wears the vessel. You must stay still for them. Stay calm and pose as they wish you to." The smile eases a lot but it still worn hard. For the sake of everything he wanted to leave behind in the human worlds. Very soon it was quicker then ready, the ponds many beings lifted and aided the new king vessel to land. Helped to the dry ground with Mattu and the guy. They all glare of something omens was striffing over. The agent posed that Mattu takes the kid across the crystal again. Drawing weapon to defend the pond. The two pass the crystal and swiftly omens too. The mask of the new King, resting over his face and cloaked in etheral drifting cloth.
"There will be some armour and clothing this way, I would assume." Mattu stressed. Ah, you're there. I felt you borrowing me. That corridor was made by the clothus, I had later used it to repair many a thing. And then used it as parts of my escape in half life. We need clothing to dress him. There is plenty in my storage, mark the ledgers in whatever you use. I forget otherwise. What? Think of what you need and reach into the nearest shadow your in touch with. Or just use the closet at your left. Why do you know I was next to a closet? My mask has been following you since you crossed crystal, dummy. I have to make sure you not injured when passing the crystal material. We share pain with this ring you know. I think we need a proper talk about this later.
With the mage's habit instinctive culture kicked in, the fabric pulled from the deep purple wood closet was folded sewn and altered to fit over the vessel of the new king. The cost of magic isn't being felt and confused the kid a while. Yet even long after the kid's finished casting. The shadows across this furnished corridor would move and add. There was a book being flapped on a table nearby and the sound of a distressed bird hissing at random objects around the place. Omen's soon fighting for his life with a clock object with teeth. Mattu soon also realizing this place was chalk full of objects that moved themselves. He takes the new kings hand, scooped omens under arm and ran through a wall out from that space. The King caught Mattu from tipping over an edge, as this empty ring of stairwell catacomb holes was quiet the drop. There a jumping ledge that is access to the prison of those to be forgotten and the ground floor that crystal seal crossing to the entry into this realm to the human world.
"This place is where the undertakers that had mistakes made into them lay to locked in their bodies. Its a sort of personal hell for the souls here. Fitting for those that sinned and are guilty of crimes." A broken thing floated at the ledge, a floating material pulled and drips into a body shape for the broken thing to sat on. In blink, she is stood there blocking them from any mistake of getting caught in the prisoner's jump. The one place where gravity does flip and sends souls into the hole of the ceiling, "That gate takes you to the corridor towards the internal noble corridors. The throne room awaits that way." The mage had unwittingly passed the next test by unlocking the gate like a normal person.
She smiles and Mattu rushed to follow. The gate automatically should have cast him backwards and prevented him through. But its made of time crystal. It went through him. He stares back confused of why that didn't hurt and why the gate fault to stop him. Her mask snickered at him and he frowned at her. She walked through it too and casts her cloth and mask to attach over him. He shakes off the weird. The New king grappled Mat's sleeve and stealth themselves around the corridors. Plenty of court gestures are made of Mat's passing through to other shadow members about things thus far. Some aid and others hinder. Getting by is all that matters.
"And that one." The white bird posed a wing and there follows a dagger striking an undertaker to be pinned one to the wall from the double doors that thrown by the force of momentum. The bird lands on this undertaker and beak plucked the thread from them. Landing with the clumps of ashes, while undignified devouring the worm string nature of the undertakers soul. The new King stares confused of that being a vessel of death in a form not fitting anywhere near that image. Only to be pulled by Mattu by omen's order. The dagger retracted from the wall and hung back around the stood broken undertaker defending the empty throne. Fight him but defend him. Put a show for the shadows. Yes!
"I smell a worthy challenge." She erupted a low tone, and off set all stood undertakers around. She turned with listening behind her, "I will not break this one if you want." She tilted, "Is that so?" She puts plenty of the current weapons away and with a wave. Death flew to her hand and altered from bird to Scythe. At full shape, it fits a nightmare that breaks undertakers. She was all the more taller and much faster. Mattu throws the lad into the thick of the swing. The kid at instinctive matter for his damned side, blocked with magic from the blade making contact. It was then on, that she was at faster and faster taking swings. Making the occasional nip of caught cloth skin and surface scratch. He turned back with death intent, the murderous aura bathing the room. It only makes her scarier as another set of eyes have opened and peer a straining expression at him. This all was covering the assassination attempts she was blocking others from causing by interfering. She took a hit for him at one moment, making the kid shocked that she would. And with taking in his surrounding, he posed hand and the monarchy crown came to hand. He hold it as it altered to a dagger posed at her neck. She lets go of the death go vessel in blade form, posing open surrendering hands. Plenty drop and posed this. Anyone refusing was powdered by Mattu. She had then draw in a deep breath and dripping in sweat. The kid backed down a little.
"Where is your loyality?" The new king commanded in tone and depth that shook all in kneeling lowering to him. He rests the newly shape crown over his head and plenty more lowered further. She can barely move but she did stand up. She stood being eye to eye. She traces him with checking and he traced her. With her shape altering to a normal blended look among them, he stares with checking if she trying to be above him. Yet she held steady, no lower or higher. She gave her left hand in open palm and with right hand posed at her human heart - promising no soul trades. He stares at this gesture, he seems to jolt in hearing the crown whispering and back to looking at her eyes.
"Truce with the abyss has its cost but it would mean the god eaters around here aren't going to kill your kingdom." He stares confused in that a god eater is. Taking death to be at cue to be eating another undertaker along one the walls. The dropping of equipment clattering, the clumps of ashes and the soul screaming. She made some sort of hissing. This made the room clear of both god birds and other random objects. He then takes her hand quickly in agreeing to the truce. She stopped making that sound and smiles.
"We make no demands that can't be in your power. We continue to serve." Mattu breaking her hand away fast, proving that his the partner. The moment he was pulling her about, she folded as he wished. All that gloom about the room was sealed. He lays her along one wall, and she was 'sleeping'. The new king had to make a double take of it all yet soon seated his throne. He had made several expressions that confused plenty of the undertakers. As plenty aren't use to the human expressions. Seeing a working expressive face is new tech material to them. There is also plenty that can't see the darkness, damned and gods. They are even more confused as staying kneeling at the floor.
"I want an update about how each department is working at." he commanded and plenty make this task happen, spreading the word about the monarch change and the command, "I want a survey of my people and the quailty of my kingdom." He adds. Plenty of the Shadows move for that part, "Curiosity. Have a short break. Clearly there still a desynchronising issue with you and your partner. I don't care how it is sorted." Mattu bows.
He lifted up Trixie and carried her out of there. He doesn't get far, as the wall grow hands and snatched both. Plenty of undertakers were momentarily shocked and backed from the weird.
"Don't worry about the god follower among us and his abyss partner." Speaking a lady's voice and kneeling, "My brother never fails the crown and knows its whispers. My stance is for you whom wears it." she might be tight in the leathers but she respectful to be in moderation. While being at armed to the teeth, "I am here as your army commander and war advisor. I am that who commands the undertakers that protect the kingdom of any internal crimes and external court issue. I am the previous right hand."
She was given a court gesture and she welcomed to stay her posting. Plenty of times he would listen to the next to kneel and sometimes he wafted some away that didn't need to speak update. The kingdom being comb through, repaired to some damages by in fighting and the clear word to the allies of changed hands in the same letter of why men returned from undertaker lands are clay made.
"He cheated with magic. I had to stop him casting during the fight." She complains
"What is going on?" Mattu in a jar all confused and trying to escape.
"Stop it. Let Lady Summons do her thing. Dont even think about staring, its rude. Maybe if your calm enough, she can dress you too." He stopped fighting and sits on the floor of the jar calming down.
"Dressing?" He plucked up, "Wow..." He has his out coat removed and is put a new one on. They are stood together, many hands are playing small bits with details, "Does being dressed up by a goddess happen to you alot?"
"And being sent to kill things. Repair random god realms. Just the other week I replanted Yrgdasil." he tilted at sort of facing her and finds his chin tilted back again. They are being new posed and some dress changes. A new hair clip sometimes. Sometimes Trixie is given to make some blind chooses, "I have her to thank for collecting my soul across time and space. So in exchange I said I be her model for her. She loves dressing us in found artifacts, lost clothing from summoning rituals and just whatever stuck to her hands. If someone stabbed into time space with some god eater claw, she found it and gave it me. I like this one more. It feels safer." addressing the goddess as a freind, "Anyways, she gets you with we are a pair. She could zip you across to the living realms or heaven domains. Her sibilings can carry us across further. You need Omen's, her youngest brother that I know, to take you to the abyss. We can ask death for visiting or short crossings." Summons gears them both up for some fighting, gave a box of court stuff and then was posing them on some court table. A last touch with putting a leather black hat cross Mat's head. A last patter and gone the goddess goes.
"Smells like hell." She opens her eyes, "Yo, its headmaster's office. We in the human world eclipsed with the demon angel alleince." She elbows Her partner, "I guess we have to clean up the disater of kidnapping." She laughed and got up. Taking the box to hold at the hip. She then coughed up a lot and finds herself alive and human. She spat a blood up but with a bit of composure. She straightened up and make it seem she handling it.
"How the fuck are you not dead?" there some hissing as plenty are up in arms and screaming. She leans with fingering through the paperworks and thumbs through the crime bounties.
"1934." She voiced demanding a pointed finger, "Or your being chained to hell. You." She moves across the room at each with this whole numbering and threatening. She skip some bad ones since they don't have a choose in the matter. She ended with her close family last, "Well you know my score." She huffed with eyeing them about, "Red hands. You know my payments. Trade abyss material is satisfactory."
Her grandfather that is her mother's dad throwing over a weapon, a pouch of something and something valued more then anything in the world. A thread bound book of tatty pages. She then knew what the pouch was, as their the souls corresponding the pages. She tilted head backwards and breaks her human appareance with god eater features devouring the souls. The tome tatty pages flew from the bindings and attached over her. Bring Mattu to gasp alive too, puking over at the desk.
"Mmm... tasty." She fixed back her apprance, "Yes... right." She throws sinner chains across those souls that have payment due, "As my bounty, you shall be in my care. You are to wear these collars of command and bow by me or my parnter." She leaned with mopping Mattu up, "Welcome back to being alive, how was the death nap?" He dull eyes and vaccant, "Ok, I try this then." She kissed him and his instantly scrambling to get her off. She snickered as he flustered and using the over turned desk to defend himself.
"I prefer you not to tease him." Omens in abyss form, blacken cloud with only a red neon mouth speaking above her, "My sister didn't dress you two to match. You're meant to be enemies."
"Oh..." Eliza voiced, "I guess I should have used a knife." She removed one from her belt and aimed missing his cheek, "That right?" She asked. omen huffed at that not being a point, "make up you mind. Work with me, Omens. I am just as blood scrapping as he is. In fact, my stomach is over there." Pointing to the gap hole of blood from a close range gun shot.
"Mistress you're back from the dead." her maid bows, "Please... save us."
"Would saving the cult benifit?" she asked omen and he nodded, "Well ok. If Omen's nods it." She busted out her ledger, "Making you and you enslaved. You too. And lastly your crime is made worse. You're not retiring to hell but instead becoming an insect." She pulled a tome and got on with name shuffling the dead around here.
"What are you doing?" Death's grim hissed.
"Don't bother." Death's vessel sitting on the grims shoulder, "She might eat your soul from your body if you dare." the grim backing away, "Her hand work is getting better. A little backwards at times but she has the claws to retwist the souls back the right way." the grim blinked at that, "I meant what I said. She is made of god eaters." the grim looked at the rest of the room, "Yes I thought that too." huffing, "I think life might be trying to refuse. Given my sister in laws forceful will over the creations of creations." He huffed.
"Why am I even alive?" Mattu trying to grapple his reality.
"Because as undertakers we were a pair. This happens because we are cursed." She huffed, "Would you like me to behead you?" he faster with spell craft, casting the air to slice her neck. She caught her head between her hands. She then attached it back on. Taking time with composure and pain twitching. She back to functional, "Nice." She tuts, "So this has to be one the mage towers with time being a bit strange here. I feel multiple lives active."
She wafted the papers to neat and adjust. She pulled a chair and creaked on with getting papers shuffled. She spell burnt plenty of rejected offers. She felt she woke up from a dream, lifted her young face from off a table surface. She looked at these hands and how her orginal hair fluster her shoulder. She looked up to the mirror and the sound of confused mage agents. She sees the ghosts of Curoisity about to poke his sigil screen of something.
"Don't accept that request. It has clothus behind it. They will enslave us, just as they have these humans in puppet skins." she pointed to the double mirror window, "Don't try asking me about why. It's a time slip here." She back forwards, "I guess the gods are making strange changes this far back." She looked at how she can use her feet, "I am ok with what has to be done, Ender. I am at peace with you." She felt the cold around her, "Death's my freind."
"You're a sad soul." The title huffed and took contorl of Curoisity. This time slip collaspe. She back to being an adult and with a gun shot through her guts. Yet in this version of time, she's not human. Her cloth is holding all these people hostage and this gun shot was to jolt her to free them.
"Well that woke me up." she voiced and holding them all tightly, "Hows it going here? Are we all about to die?" She summoned up the tome, "Oh, no. You just a bunch of idiots trying to summon the abyss." she closed the tome and sank it back to her flesh. She walked around kissed and hug her loved ones that are in pure fear of her. She arm punched her brother, "Bug. You're hair is lacking colour. You haven't been able to play with the purple and green." She chuckled and then was sad. A tear left her eye. She backed away and takes a moment to not waver. She back to facing them, "Tell me the deal. You paid a prices for what?" She lets someone among them speak at turn. But they all scambling to make minds up. Once she cast over to her grandfather.
"If we give you materials from our travels beyond time and space, will you allow us return?" She had another tear drop again.
"Of course, grandpa. Anything for you." her natural voices echoed many lives, "Come back in one piece. Break their rules if it means you come back alive. Do not ever forget that your a human. That I walked all those places to make it safe for travels. I will exchange anything. Corpse. Ore. Plant. Trash. Gods. Demons. Tomes. souls... your the set of family I will pay my soul over." She cast this mark of promise over them, "I expect you to make it neat writing, brother." she gave him a small notepad with a square of tome page, "Make no mistake." He nods of take it. She smiles to them, "I will always love and worry of you and the travels." She wafted and sealed back the abyss compendium at the desk. She shrank back to a child. Time slips through her grasp.
Gun shot through her, but this was in protecting Mattu and the kid. Instead of letting herself dying to this. She instead snaps broken the very gun shot. She soul removed the shooter and steps harzardly with protecting the prince mage and Mattu. She floors them all... eating the souls. The tome floating angressivly in anger of her doing this. She spat the souls back to the bodies around. All of them live this day. She grow back the hole, watching time reverting and that they are seating in some meeting in dissuasions of the four families.
The faulted attempt of the Seer's and Darkwoods allience unable to make through with the killing. Espeically that she has the prince in her lap, hugging the human kid as if she petting one of her pets. She purrs deeply and appears as if human.
"My pact is active. You are to be protected in my watch. I will not even allow death to take your soul." She stares over the burst of doors and the blood spray. She blocked the child's eyes from the people taking a death nap, "I am using the payment of these souls deaths for other payments else where." She gifted death a back of coins, "I am not cheating or stealing. I am displacing time discrepancies." death takes a long while and eventually snaps look at her, "I am Eliza. A Trixie Trickster. Please enjoy my mail. Do mind my spelling mistakes." he had to accept this outcome with complicated feelings. Knowing the time was literally taken from these cults. That 13 years of human life was taken here to be used else time. He can't control or stop her. His not cheated either. He frowned of this but turned away. She sighed in relief of it working out this time. She pets the kid one last time, "Good luck living another 10 years, Glader." she fades from that time.
This version of time is full of plague victims, dying human race and the raise of monsters. She stands this dark space, having freed from a cult salt sealing. She pulls as human flesh and collected the abyss tome from the corpse that sealed her here. Petting the kids head. She speaks prayer, not that it be heard. She is damned and the gods cant normally heard prayers from the damned. But it puts the souls listening to her at peace for the attempt.