The world around her keep shifting and changing. It is as if she is thrown into events in differing orders or time eras, clashing with her personal history. In order to keep with herself and true to her own opinions. Time is very loosely threaded through this space, and she is fling from one moment to the next. Her mind is without rest and unable to pin exactly what point of her many lives these moments are and the sting of consequence of her changes brings. But yet, there rung something to the back of her mind in remembering about her time in the mage tower in America. In how it fling her between the American and British one constantly. hat part of her soul trial was when she watched documents lift and shrink. That even the oldest document was altered and changed. All those incidents that the gods were altering... here she was fling in these moments of changes. Her active mind was now stream lining the best out comes for each outcome, the best she can in the seconds she was involved with them. All those misfortune times that Omens stared her to make some different answer, but she ignores the god as he didn't have her broken soul memories like her. If anything the only god that would understand was Death. If not a god, it was Ender with its broken soul memories. So no matter what she was thrown in, she focused about each indecent and acted to the best she knew best for them.
I wonder if my thread connecting me to the Ender, Mattu and Omens is strong enough to stabilize me. Maybe I will be thrown out of reach, back to being a ghost law. Well even so, that's better then being thrown outside of this universe. I might be food for the things out there.
"Why will you not accept us?" rang her mothers voice, Eliza has wood blocks around her. Her brother here too, nose deep in his game boy. Eliza notice that this was some sort of private interview room. Her biological father beside a demon lawyer. Her mother just has them two, these children with no ability to speak of matters. Even so, the blood test was between and the demon smirked in how easy it was to make that test result faulse in the eyes of law. Right when the Lawyer when to reach over to take a look at that paper, Eliza sent her shadow to prevent him from so. The demon unable to see the force preventing him, soon sweating with being unable to make any move. The two adults stare confused on why the lawyer stopped moving. Right as they try to shake the man.
"Excuse me." Eliza shaking the man's suit at his side, "Excuse me stranger." She voice sung out and even her mother gasped in shock, "Excuse me mister Demon laywer." Eliza had finally gained the attention from everyone, "You look ill mister demon sir. Someone has an eye on you, mister." letting his clothing go, "If you do what you were about to do, I don't think the bone man would save you. That thing has many teeth, seems very hungry." She pointed to the air of the grim reaper, "He was going to be ate too, if you touched that paper." She climbs up on the mans lap to then rudely take the DNA paper, "Look there, I see some beautiful words." She got down and kicked the lawyer rudely on the way down. She takes the paper across and with passing the paper to her brother, "Look brother, it looks pretty. You seem before. Are they pretty?" the game boy was dropped on the floor in hearing her voice, and with fear he takes the paper from her.
"Pretty?" He looked at the paper, "More like that Abyss script that the god told me to find." He stares in how the paper changed information the longer she holding it and once she no longer holding it, the abyss script was gone. The result of the test was clear, "My sister really is a Seer too." He looked empty. She picked up his game boy. Checking it wasn't damaged and made sure to swap it for the paper. She evaded the human adults and right up to the only other being here that wasn't the grim reaper. Passing the paper up to the ghost. She smiles warm to them.
"You're the only one here that I trust to change things. You're the last one that can change. Stop that pain of so many." Once the paper is taken held by the damned, she turns back with sitting down by the blocks. Back to building some structure. This likely was the only time that Eliza breaks her strange silence and it isn't her first putting faith in strange unseen beings. Her mother hissed with spraying holy water on both the men across the table. The mockery of the Fake Seer and the Lawyer exposed and soon gasping in burning flesh. The commotion of the two men gasping had other rush into the room. Indeed only water was sprayed around this place, not any sort of acid. The room smells as musty as the lawyer office had always been, not any indication of eggy stench that should have been present with demons revealing themselves.
Just as Eliza puts a wood block down, the world shifted. Instead was a chip for poker, placed over a number black 29. Surrounded by pleased business faces. The gleam larger as each time her other hand would pretend to sip the drink provided. She looses in the sounds as the gamble wins her a tone of chips and everyone cheers for her. Yet there a back taste of her damned senses knowing the displeasure of her winning back lost money. She stares as the creatures of fortune changes seats across the numbers. Everyone takes turns putting chips down. A creature of bad bathing her drink. She so much older now, covered in opulence... but every being around here was a cheat. A demon in human shape or some slave of forced hands.
"I am bored of this now." She voiced with putting a chip on a unmarked and no creature number. It was a much smaller price amount that would only ever be chuck change. Little was anyone prepared for her to win the largest fortune and send her to the VIP lounge. Her closet servants and spies hiss of this being a bad thing. While the establishment also wasn't able to fork that money out. So alternitive pay has to be considered if she doesn't continue.
"Welcome to the big table." She offered a new offensive drink with a even worse creature bathing it loving it. Surrounded of creatures not hiding that lack of humanity in them. Her personal Maid Strella is the only person that followed Eliza to this VIP area, looking completely scared.
"Wow, look at the meat deli." Eliza voicing praise, "Fat plump and full of gas. I looking forward to seeing the world burn." She tipped the whole drink with the creature into her mouth. She crunched a few times and throw the flute to shatter through the ghost around her, "I must be in Hell. What a honour?" She plays them several games and per always she winning. She would play clothus at their own games, listening to them commentary with tapping hands and dismissive frowns. She let them win small and then crush them with it matters. Playing their nerve to the point of fraying. By the end of this night, she completed four rounds of her favourite cocktail - Slayers Delight. They had ran out of poisons that were potent enough to knock a god cold. She now owned this business. All and every assasit of these men was under her thumb. Earning her a power to tide over both cult families.
"You will now worship the Noctrom. You will be under my proxy and will do as I ask without question. I allow you to be free willed and play games among this living realms of humans. But you mustn't ruin the illusions of them. You must upset the true titled gods. You will have the Smokey mountains as your private slave market. You can scheme among the human stars in Hollywood. You can even sit the lower undertaker and human courts. But you will never over step place with the wolves. You may hate the defence, accusing or even judge... but you will heed the wolves that eat the criminals. You will find them to be you're friends all along. Sharing tome page. Do you understand?" She slams and then with her own clothus tricks. She hissed down over them, remarking their soul names and chaining them to her. They all kneel, "You will not remember." Turning to Strella as a clothus alters the maid's memory of the event, "Right, time to send my human but home. Oh dear I must have drank a few to many." She play acts all pretend and then once crossing to the public door. She gave a last smirk and then really puts on an Oscar performance. The demon guard helping the giggling mad woman to the down stairs to be escorted home. She sits the car mutely watching times by.
Indeed another warp of changes, the seat belt always across and always her eyes gaze the window. But her age, height and even circumstance of traveling the car blurs around her. Things were always had been. She got out a Taxi, wearing a shop uniform and taking a box of things from being fired at that job. She paid the Taxi man with a card tap and off he zips. She stares how that car was crossing the gate threshold and that she faced a manor. Time flips between her being the one holding a box in debt and the on staggering drunk in wealth. She makes it to her room and she swaps... her rich but taking the timeline of debt. The shop worker taking ownership of the cult affairs. It was seamless, that she worked so ethically and as if she knew how harsh the condiction of owning offices was like. When her rich self had the reality check needed to learn that lesson. But even in looking at her reflection, she was never mad.
"How did you remove me?" Erebus hissing at the seats of guest provided as she flops down another hunter guild report in harvesting reasources from a gate world.
"Erebus... Always trying to break the world from the foundations to drap us all in your ever nightmarish darkness." She greets him causally as if they were old freinds, "Oh, look at that sour face. So tasty that negativity." She snickered of him and back to ignroing him, "That day you came to my aunts house to seek the weapons of the demon and archangels drawn battle. You pretended to be some wing salvation." she then used one his feathers as a dart and flicked it to stick into the chair by his shoulder, "But I am both a Fallown and a Seer. Not only did I access the god tome and read your real name. I had to give you a lick. You just right there and then when I needed a godly energy boost. Oh there you were to play some scheme against humanity." She smiles, "Thanks for being an idiot." She back to the paperwork and flips another ton of pages. She reach about with highlighters. She crossed ones that be useless, yellows the needed ones and the pink for high risk reward potentials. She enjoyed this part of the job, being the one to make the last call for important things.
"What are you?" he asked in horror.
"What happens to a mortal when broken and thrown away." she replies with not caring if he could understand her or not. But with a few marks of the paper she realized he did hear her say that just fine. So she makes a think about it and looking at the many beings. The future him and erased versions of him. The flicker of other times that she encounters the god, "You're power is great importnat to this universe. You give the broken a place to call home. You reach even in worlds of dreams. Yet you crave such big deal to tear down humanity. Breaking the circle that made us. You're a funny soul." She tilted in how he understood that too. She crossed her arms impressed of this and looked about with any requests. Plenty beg her... beg her to set him to a better purpose. His soul was locked to her. She takes a big sigh and forwards to this impressionable young Erebus, stepping the dawn of his true title, "The light shines brightest in darkness and no all things gleam with luster in such rays. Somethings are best covered in blankets until its time for them to brighten. Souls like me need darkness to recover the many wounds and pain... the turmiol of divine trail sometimes is the falter of the greatest heros. You give breathing room... protection from the things that the light kills. You are uniquely one of the few gods that know a damned and speak to them. You shelter us harmed souls in the depth of your divine darkness, thus its no doubt that your worship is true and strong. You may no hear thier prayer. But you feel them. You scheme because you know what they want and scheme with them at your heart and mind. You're not a puppet of Clothus. You are the darkness that brings light meaning. Just as life has death." She gave such a unfiltered natural smile, "You make the only god to know my real. Omens is blind. Death is afraid. I don't know much about those others. The only other entity that knows my soul is the Ender. Ironically a damned clouded in sin, sorrow and hiding in shadows. The poor title scraps the corpse of you gods from the seats you died in to repair you. Mortals like me and him stare upon you gods in unfathomable wondering." She sees he so lost and closed up, "A shame... that doubt. That fear." She back to ignoring him, "I could have told you something very shattering." He sits glued to the seat like mould. Stuck in so many swimming thoughts. She sees the erasing of time events and the prompt of changed ones. She has some servant quick by to exchange new documents. Change over new files and updates in progressing with the scheme to contorl the mythical families. She listened to her subordonite at lengthy passion of what the Gladers, Darkwoods and the Fallowns who refused to join are up to. She wafted them to leave and they exited fast.
"What are you preventing?" he asked her and she shakes of this.
"You wouldn't believe me." She back to paperwork flick through... she was however tired. Her human eyes wavering often and that she shakes... lacking food. She could read so well at the moment.
"Tell me what is so shattering." he changed and she smiled of that.
"Well demons, angels and clothus already bed humans. So whatever scheme you planned to burn this universe in, has already been and gone. I always wondered what your deal was Erebus. Did you want human demigod children or something? Was there some soul your chasing among humans? Whatever boundary between life and death you got assumed in that head of yours." She shakes, "You seem I am both. I am a human of life. I am a nightmare in death. When I am both, I am an undertaker. When I am neither, I am just some cold feeling at the brush of your skin. I am there and not. I am outside the reach and I am here." She tilted, "So tell me Erebus. What are you trying to do? The dead sleep soundly and the living are idiots as always." He didn't understand. She accept that, "Well I maybe need to stop drooling over you and go eat a god eater." She stood up with that hole through her torso apparent. He fell the seat and scrambles backwards away far. She wiggled fingers with a smile and leaves him. He took a gate out, she felt that energy close as her office door is closed behind her.
"My lady!" the servants rush around her.
"Sorry, I am hungry and tired. I need a break. I will finish the paperwork later." She purrs softly, and she then scooped one her loving animals from some spot. Petting it as she walked the corridors. She glances of how Mattu was slipping about the place as a spy. She kissed her creature and sent it to follow him. She walks the hallways and with a well place kick, she slams herself into the dinner hall. Everyone stopped eating, "Rude to not invite me time to time." She voiced at them, "Mmm. I could smell the fear all the way to my office. Let me guess. Someone broke one my rules?" She walked as a monster, brushing each passing human's shoulder. She makes them shutter as she tips chairs or stabbing the butter knife through table. She makes it right around to a guest of honour, "Lord Mage... mage Monarch? Whatever your title is. Welcome old friend. You're doing so well without me watching you anymore. Look how strong that magic is."
"Abyss monster." he hissed.
"I have been called worse." She accepted that, "I made a pledge to protect your soul. You may have came of age to be without me, it doesn't change that I feel like a mother." She reached forwards and drips a silver spoon into the untouched drinking glass. It tinted. She nods of this, "Killing the mage king isn't on my priorities people!" She casts judgement of sin over her room. they all hung up to the ceiling, the fools breaking her rules, "Forgive my tarty people. We mustn't play games that upsets the gods of death." She wagging at them hung at the ceiling, "How do we repent? Go on." She commanded and they plead begging forgiveness, "Its really up to you, mage. I can't order souls against their will. A law I find hard at times not to break." She waited and he indicated. They drop back to safety, "And with a little last touch." She picked up a god vessel bird and up to his shoulder, "And there. Omens at you guidance."
"How did you get here?" among the company of the mage hissed confused.
"You know, I forgot if I was meant to be the enemy." She laughed, "Anyways, you here to ruin some of my schemes with the guild. I welcome it. Tag and pull. We play this rope game of life." She openly handed over a bunch of risk reward schemes and three gate crossings with high value on the other side. Handing them over, "I am not going to watch you fall. You're not a Fallown. You're a Glader. All that time spent gazing over your soul in the tome mustn't be wasted. This space has schemes grander then me. I am just a cog in the machine." She stands straight and once he took the paperwork, "Anytime Ender." She wafted to the being and make up her own poritons of human food, "Later folks. As you are. I am going to whatever." She spoke with mouth full and with indecent manners.
"Don't!" Erebus hissed at them all about something, and it was about her too. He takes the plate of food from her, "Don't leave them." She frowned at the strange acting god. Even so, she takes a look about the room with all the creatures and fortunes. She pats her tummy a little at still being hungry, "Don't eat anyone either." He shakes her. She huffed at that, "The one you want is the Clothus." He spun her at some guy, "If you had anyone, it be that guy."
"You sure?" She scans up and down the host and sees the hidden inside, "Although a black Club indeed."
"Yes, listen to the dark god." Ender agreeing quickly, "If you had to, it be that guy." the humans are confused and the mage ordering everyone to back away from her and the guy.
"Oh, I see his holding the layers all bunched up and wrong. You're why I am in disorder." She latched only the clothus out from the human, the human host dropping to dust at the floor, as dark magic has its price. She detangled the fate threads this clothus twirls and stolen every last peice of treasure from its pockets. Once the stability of reality was finally felt in her senses. She ate this clothus whole... mask and soul. She felt filled of energy, altering out from Hollow being laws. Human sense are finally feeling, and she collapsed the floor then.
"And not again." Mattu caught her slamming into anything, "Why do you always faint after eating things?" leaned her on him and frowns of being to often in this position, "Why me?" the crowd at shock as things are unravelling for the cultists here. The mage taking power of the assists being miniplate by her schemes. Only to find she been not a the cause or indirect problems. Even so, she seems to make them sway in a pattern when she worked her games. Using their own games as some pawns for unforeseen forces. The sheer actions of her was like watching the universe give and take. Her greatest tributes never on the spotlight and no rewards for the vast things she set changes around. Even as layers of hell were breaking, she has evacuation plans to help the humans in those gate areas.
"That was the last clothus enacting problems for us." Erebus announcing to the gods around, "We have to make do with repairing what we got." Omens tilted confused, "that Guy is who broke the chamber and prevented the repairs." looking over at the human host remains, "The last one to know her real names too." He sighed, "Well I guess she truly is erased." He lamented, "Unless you break the rules, Ender. Just this once, maybe we should accept what done is done." He looked at the world all new, "I got what I wanted and yet I am still here." So his not the only soul feeling confused.
"What are you talking about?" Omens hissed, "You!" Omens about nearly bite Erebus. But there was pause as the side affect of altering memories was a play. Very soon everyone situation and the assuming of it changes again.
"I have everyone else detained." Mattu speaking as the kings close man to the Mage, "The undertakers are make work of the paper files and the cults activity."
"Free the enslaved ones." He commands and soon a spell is shattered across her. All of her contracts over souls break too. All souls trapped in the basement freed. The clothus that once controlled her are just figments of her imagination. Thus finally the gods have ended the status that court case. Mortal humans against the Clothus. The dark practice rubbed into just voodoo magic practice. The dreamers cult are just powerless family groupings with no scale over the world. Just as the Seers no longer use tome access to enslave souls. No a Seer views the tomes in such regards, erased knowledge. Mage's having a confused mistranslation copy of the Magus Magnificat. The humans are fighting demons, angels and mutant animals from gates crossings. Humanity isn't aware of muti-reality it is. The boundary of life and death is without question and kept as some soul law norm.
A notifaction prompt at her pane.
The trial of gods over your soul has ended. You are no longer condemned or sinner to transgress of those that used you. Final status: abnormal human with unique soul powers. Please use your soul knowledge sparingly. Upon death, you shall fall as a Fallown - forever an Undertaker's black. Tome access as the Core keeper is restored. Your welcome to rewrite your real names upon your place, as a price of forgiveness for not being able to solve your other soul matters. We gods do not act in the realms beyond humanity.
Please choose the point in your lives that you wish to move forwards with. None of the clothus history is known. You are the only one that knows what they done and the only hands to detangle their scars. This means you share as part title of Ender. But you knew that already.