Grey uniforms and cream crest inlays this white marble kingdom. As undertakers are not all realms of evil and hell. This particular angelic association of undertakers are the bird kingdoms. Each has a citizen at the table in deep matter of interest. Most critical factors cropping up are how the reasons the insect crests have been troubling the birds. That business was stiffened closed by the insects interaction with humans. Poaching undertaker candidates from such lowly crowns was key to topic. All turning silent as the meer hiss about the lacking powers of several low brow kingdoms was unethical to them. That there should always be a soul crown empowering these movements.
"The term of language has changed. No long is the clan blood of tricksters a empowered human and mix undertaker body. Trickster is now a label to all hybirds that are human, looked down upon as human. Which sounds very demon opinion. If it was anyone of us, the more human an undertaker is; the greater their experience."
"But the Tricksters were once humans that didn't know the rules, therefore wording that caution of trust. It is unchanged even now as they are a bunch of unlawful people. The need a grip hand like us to show them law."
Plenty of the feather are roughed here, postures of clay white dolls with lifeless expressions. Articulate left hands and right hands in repeating segments of topic. Overly concerned with how the lower kingdoms are not resourced enough to make candidates shine their best uses. There now bubbles a scheme were each will take a slice of pie. Omens having perached nearby caught these words, feathers bend like fingers scratching his under chin. Death in the White and Black speckle grey bird body looked to Omens, watching how whatever Omens has thought about. It was decreasing his vessels life. And given death is sharing this body, it was then this vessel to stomp over and bare a foot over Omens and hiss.
"Careful what you scheme against the Abyss little god. We are always waiting. Always hungry." Omens all frenzied by who he thought was death to treat him so. Squrims and backs away enough with glare. Deaths eyes cleared again and he looked about confused on why he moved against his will. Omens seeing that the other is confused stands up back straight.
"Just how easy is it to disturb peace for you?" Death isn't in control again and with how loki break jaw line with a wicked grin. Tail at fluster. He takes a jump and collected Omens. Carries the gods to cross the boundaries where they should not cast. They land very rough as Loki flat ears in shock of his beloved girlie was here of all places and right now. Laying lowly at the floor in shame of being caught bringing these two gods to this land.
"Death and Omens? You came at such timing that would only be described as the answer from the universe to my prayer." She scoops both birds, "In fact, I can now run this idea by you both." She has them to each shoulder, "If you run from me, you will suffer. The only other being you can trust is the Ender. But do not beleive in the fakes here." She slain a nearby object that soon sprays this area in blue sticky substance. She lowers in plucking souls from inside the goo. She seals glass jars, and force summoning force the local tome access, but for a first time - it reacted in refusing hard. Eventually it came but as a blank book, which not mattered because she still did her duty as a shepherd of souls to account the souls in her hands. Once the tome could not stop her even when it stopped so hard, it stuck around as a cursed tattoo over her and labels her a soul carrier. She had death check her work and still the tome was displeasure was sharp to cut her skin. No matter her wounds, she remains unfazed.
"I am not disappointed with the tomes defense." She voiced with moving on this slowly shifting road of holy plants and purification aura. She surrounded with things trying to take away the energy she contains. As she become fought over by local creatures for a chance to be there level up materials. As sigil has classed her to the locals as a rare and dangerous threat that could be harvested for soul adjustment.
"The heavenly worlds are the polar opposite systems to hell realms. Hell is so full of decaying breaking down souls that their system of empowerment is about shedding unnecessary things. This is why repenting and sacrifice is one the highest and fastest ways a demons lifts socially. Ear mark by individual and collective actions. The human perception of evil is because of this hard heart methodology. To break one's heart. To step on one's pride. To hurt others to better yourself. These are foul in human eyes. But humans don't see the demon side of life, how demons are constantly chained, stepped on and even the strongest demon of high power has flaws so pitiful." She speaks gentle to her two bird allies that tilted curious of her mood to speak strange topic, "Heaven realms are a scarier place of emptiness. For all the beautiful on the outside, hides voids that even darkness is swallowed." She slain the next blood blue creature in her way and with some lowering to pluck soul seedlings. She labels the glass jar, tome fixed up again and moves on in prolonging the silence.
"The souls are so quiet here." Death in the body of her pet Loki pondered.
"This entire realm is the equality of a small hamelin in England. They are so spread sparce from each other that you can't comprehend the soul language spoken here. So in other words, it's like 50 humans... but these souls aren't human ones. Well... heavenly world are screwed up places. It's beautiful to look at and it's all it's good for." Omens tilted woth looking behind her, "Don't stare to hard into the soulless creature. It will eat your soul. It's all it wants. A soul for itself." Omens sharp forwards and finally now spotted others of this race around them. He has finally started to feel why gods don't come here unless to die. This place is used as execution for terrible gods. Even death is restless here.
"Teach me about the souls here." Death requests and she chuckled a little of that. She slain another in her way and with another jar full. She finally creaked a broken inhuman smile.
"The gods at the start of all created many races of holy beings. But they didn't know how to make souls at the time. Every universe has an interesting version of this fact and each unique made race of soulless entities slowly developed into their own soul creatures. They are empty with barely a grain of soul. Raised in harsh beautiful terrible places. The grow becoming a soul or making one. Either way, the results is this. The holy beasts and humanoids of heavenly realms are ill experienced made souls that are instructed by gods to be tools. Thus some adapt to be suitable tools to the gods that made them. Some become protective shroud that absorbed the excess of demons. Plenty become so much a threat to the gods that they are dropped to earth as fallen as punishment. But really dropping such creatures among humans is more like a reward of scarier results. You give these things souls without teaching them what souls mean... and you will have a disaster of the decline of humanity." She ponders of they learned anything from her or had even ignored her. They might have not even heard her speaking if they were afraid of the soulless around them.
"So your saying that angels, as they are the only interactive race of heavens. Are soulless creeps?" Omens getting over that.
"It takes several years for angels to develop before being allow interaction. They are empty. They gain a soul fragments. The soul taints the wings and they develop into a long childhood period of learning. The uppers beings either divide to successfully mimic of humans or a useful inhuman god tool. Even higher angels from the foot men have abilities gained from experiences. The highest that aren't gods are allow reincarnation among humans. Thus releasing a steady flow of good souls to harvest fragments for the next generation of empty vessels. Each version of angels have adapted differing grown methods and rates of what they think is successful. You both know about the truth of this universe being the graveyard of broken tomes. So thus there so many heavenly realms of monsters that humanity is having to step in slaying them. It's all a cycle system. Humans being devote to God's blessing for the strength to fit the soulless monsters. The soulless are granted chance to learn humans. Gods are gifted free worship. Win all around. It has flaws. But I am not fazed." She has finally made it to an area that has a lot less soulless in as before. She holds the two bird in her arms and kneels before the place she walked to.
"Forgave my invasion onto you. I am Simply to work the way of gods order. To do something beyond their flawed understanding. Donot. Please may I request your aid and use your power to make safety for a bypass through these realms. You can poach the ones that don't follow the rules. See fit as the owner of these grounds."
The area soon pixilated and then drops as meat cubes. The image of this place lost its luster and glam. And soon a towering block of stone inspected her prostration.
"Shattering Empress, I never would have thought you to lowering to me. You are a feared creature for even me." Even so it shapes into a benifit nightmare gore creature to suit what it assumed of her taste of allience. She may flinch and frown in disgust of this display, she stand straightened with knowing it's assumptions by this.
"Clueless the gods that made these soulless are of the monsters becoming to smart. But the need for passage of upper layers to have free pass to the human worlds is needed. Or else we risk the attraction of the creatures of dark hollow to take over. We must allow the high fragile powered souls to spread their energy to block these sources of malious." She voiced confident, "I bring exchange. I bring." Speaking the language these things world origin. It flexed impressed of her practice and fluency. It thinks deeply.
"Clothus made them." It retorts in distain.
"Clothus break. I make do. Repairing." She huffed, "Grounded here I am. Impose great unseen wonder of unknown. Pray I do. Here I came it made me." The mass thinks with then nodding of this.
"Gone the silver rivers. We make road and replace it. Without holy flow, fall all in darkness." It pats her in a friendly stances, "You so smart now. Yet... become the opposite. So soul strong and weak all over. We met when you cling weak as soul and unknowing of your strength."
They bow to each other in finishing a long clothus materials exchanges. The two gods caught in these wagging slam hands and stabbing threatened tones. Only then was a great soul laugh vibes by both her and this donot. The thing makes the work happen in making construction of the silver rivers.
"And now I have to cross the other side of the river." She makes it to the murky blacken sands here and with human effort unstuck herself to climbing up the embarkment to the ruined remains of flooded buildings. The waters had drowned the place of lives and life of this settlement among learning angelic beings. Ex-humans having a beautiful another life. The place has lavished holy grace and wealth since these lot were so human. That transfered culture was all here. They have their own currency and based the worth on thier own rules.
"What do you own a favor for?" Is the distracted phrase used against those nit themselves. Spat her way and turned to be ignored. She had even laughed in just how human this place is. Even the nesh ways humans divide was present as some old western town in white marble. It was as the finery of Italian greatest architectural smarts was raised by the stupidity of clashing American fonts. It was so good a perfected way of life here that their response to natural disaster like the loose of the silver river is met by human mock engineers. Business men hiss of her spying the aqueduct plans. That cracking the under ground for the water table was among plan B for these folks.
"Man, i need to remember they aren't human." She snaps and she is made presentable, stood at this embankment and watched like some zoo animal.
"What do you want walker?" Hissef the leading authority of this area.
"I haven't a care about you and your folks. I am not here to stay. I will move on without a favour made. But I feel as though I owe this broken place a peice of warning and sorrow. As I wasn't here sooner to prevent the 5833 loss of lives here. 249 left of you all. And now faced with a shape shifting neighbour that will eat you. As the river doesn't stop it coming here." She see the terror the guy feels and tastes his mood on the tip of her tongue. The long silence as he deeply thinks this through. Once she began her casual clothus promises to not steal the name or soul of those not able to depart yet. There a soft relaxing flex to this man's shoulder.
"Across that mud is a thing that eats us?" She plays dumb to their mortality. But between this race of near humans, this was insight without loosing another of their own. It wasn't a choose but certainties that they have to hear her.
To bring this walker to a tavern for a conversation. He and his posy stand guarding, be it of her or the townfolk that frown against this walker. Some gauging her soul or powers. Others are intense with knowing the fear beyond that river. Plenty didn't just die to the flood and disaster. The blink of their casualties was fighting the monsters that were afraid of the loss of the river and the plenty from upper stream in search of water. The last stand of human sense in the heavenly realms is this place. Onwards is demi gods and soul eaters. The smart monsters beyond the vast strengths of heaven. Paradise was actually a place of terror and horror in sugar coating. If AI generated monsters became real, the donot was the virus glitch among the superior characters of this Web. As the others never break the illusion to anyone or anything willingly. Although, I guess I am the exception in that norm too.
"I going to say it simple as you can grasp. You believe what you want. After free will and individual wishes is a trait you all have clasp many centuries of adapting to being." The leader snarls a little that she knows of them better then previously trespassing folks, "I am the keeper of the abyss compendium. I protect souls that protect the laws we enjoy within being food by things beyond us." She takes pause in checking their reaction, "Your neighbour is a single soul. An outsider from my abyss tome. It wishes peace if you keep it. It wants to make the river bed a road. You will want to help it. It will bring others and business. Money and trade. Repair the economic situation. It will take away folks like me. You and the neighbour don't have to be friends. Just know each others boundaries. It wants peace. You want peace. You need income. It wants transport between points restored." She sees the guy thinking about this smartly, as clever beings have always been through here, "The river being gone isn't my fault. But the prolonged suffering of waiting for peace is. I have others like your friend cross the mud but upper river. I have to appease them too. Suffering is as I see, is my fault. Do you understand?" The guy thinks about this very hard. His folks melting too.
"Making the river bed a road will help us. So you going to river to make the monsters work together. The loss of our numbers is your fault indirectly. Thus you telling us this is a was of paying back forgiveness." She then make several following court gestures and plenty of soul promises. She then brought the four longest sealed jars from her inventory and released the many souls around here. Many empty suddenly have light behind them eyes. It grows the population to normal enough to make things less dire. She then forces the tome to transfer soul names. And with finish, the book closed. He nods with being more compelled of her.
"That makes you a monster wearing a human face too." He concluded.
"I don't have a classification or race. I am me. Both inside and outside the systems. The Empress of Noctorm is a cute face I wear but I began a human. I had something worst then fate and a stupid blindness. I was lost. Removed. I came back stronger. I finished what I needed but still I am here. I will no deny that someday I am a monster. Sometimes I am just a bleeding heart. Mostly that I am me. I respect those that don't mind me be it face value or my darkness." She has been less and less holding of her overall looks. She has been letting whatever she is to naturally be flowing about her. In enough moderate to not break rules. This show of nature without fear and with being judged back by assumptions was refreshing. Yes fear but it wasn't bad thing.
"You moderate the monsters by being made into one." The leader looking down, "We here are souls trying to be human. Oppsite of you."
"Feels like that Kate bush song." She smiles, "Anyways, believe what you wish. A nightmare stopped by and gave its grace." They stand together. Shake on this deal to keep peace. They guide her back to the river. She cloaked up and waved. She waved to the Donot too. She walked onwards. Stopping quiet a bit quicker then she expected.
"Squeaky." She lowered to the tuxedo short hair. A little black speck on a pink nose. A white chest and strong paws. She picked him up and he sings pitched tones. Ringing in mournful squeaks, hints his cute nickname. She hugs and listened to the creatures many soul tones and understands that it was trying to communicate what has done for her while she couldn't do anything. Once it finished with a big sigh, it has a session of bunting and baby time. Enjoying a few raspberries to the tummy. Once it has its modesty back in front thought, it was her personal walking guide along this river bed.
From stopping to pick up treasures, glitches time broken items and help the few chained souls. It was apparent that Squeaky did the heavy lifting of contorl over monsters along the monst side of the river. As the creatures gave revence gestures as they go by. She only had to settle disputes among the soul humanoids on the heaven side; ex river towns, sigil guild counters and any interactive human language speakers. Once everyone understood her power as the Empress of Noctorm; as seen by the soulless kneeling to her and the soul eaters held back by her glare. There was no stopping her reaching to the source of the silver river.
"The clothus have ruined this place. Look all this mess." She voiced at approach of what should have been the temple trial of ascendancy. Angels get wings here and it functional was a sort of scales to determine biological holy changes. It gave dragons the organ to breath fire and the lower angelic races to chance beside the ones that humans interact with in the living realm.
"Trixie Teixeira Trickster." As it was doomed to be, a holy relic flew at and then throw her. It stuck hard into the door behind her. She looks around confused of the many soured expressed faces along these parts. She then sort of measured up many folks and took stop as Omens and her Speckled white allied Death lands perching about. Cooing tones of conversation. She huffed of them two and continues forward, forgetting this spear that went through her torso. It being exactly through her natural missing area of her body. Thus she felt nothing in letting the spear be stuck in the door behind her.
"I did promise to do something. I really didn't actually intend on this promise since what I expected once the repairs of the tomes were finished. That I should be removed once more. Not trapped on this side of the boundaries. But here I am a half breathing human and I am to live. If I have to live, I guess I can finish these things that weren't meant to be my business."
The vast crowds made path for her, avoiding her. Those that defensive of allowing a monster like her to the scale are met in match with court lycanthropy creatures. The stand off that she stands in the middle of.
"Look I admit that there several things broken here. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't know or understand things. What I am about to do is going to make your head hurt. But I am enough able as a clothus to remove the imbalanced cursing things the previous clothus made. They came here, likely in the pretense of saying that this improves the overall ruling of laws. But really they played god in things that shouldn't have been altered." She looked right over the alter that is used as the scales they judge with and the music instruments that are used to case mutantions in the angelic beings. Many soulless are sensitive to soul voices and the strums of life. They couldn't survive the human world due to this flaw. These instruments are what tran the strongest to take on human world tasks and are promoting to coloured wing status. As many angels systems rely on granting of wings, the purification of the feathers and the hues that ingrain soul traits to their own growing seed souls within themselves.
"I can hear these ones." Drath speaking causally and with sitting on her shoulder.
"No, don't sit on her. You will set for a bad pretense! Make it worse!" Omens hissed.
"But having death sit my shoulder is exactly right for this situation. I am a eater of soul names. I take the broken. For me this whole room is making me drool." She voiced, "I have some human modesty to know I shouldn't act on animalistic traits and that I am here to make the goddess of summons, oath and ugh..." She takes pause to pulled the scroll of named titled beings, "the entire assortment of heavenly ambassadors." She tossed the scroll back to sigils pane, "Be at ease with repairs to the lost temples. Find the missing judgement souls of each temple." She shakes at knowing it's a daunting task, "It be easier that I just do the pilgrimage an earn the respect of the judges to find them. Resolving any changes and doubts the judges may have gained in time of being off duty."
Everyone around in the stand off likely didn't caught a single meaning of her rambled, as she spoke human at them. Using human language of its emotional soul woven lacing and all the energy charged behind them. It is magic to these creatures, every last word. So in trembling her fear. So it was no stopping her just smoothing things along and being humanly brave to just go for it. In spite the raise of threat and screams of plenty in fear of waving woven magic words. Death flew and took care of the weak that died to her energy intensity. Omens sighed in how that just works out for the best. Even when it wasn't even how he wanted it to go.
Since she was upon the alter of judgement, all the vessels of angels and locals flee for their lives. They never look back, akin to some freak accident in a place to far from the real h of civilised land. It's just her, death, Omens and the soul in the object that this alter works for. She finds it tainted by clotbus and poisoned with outrageous assumptions. It's no better then a scythe that refuses to cut mortal beings. Thus becoming a normal bladed weapon that just stabs corpses instead of popping souls from corpses. This thorny crown, yes poetically as it is biblically assumed, is unable to understand soul wavering.
"Why not you listen to my souls many sorrows and have a reflection of yourself?" She lays onto the red cloth alter and puts on the crown. And in no time at all, her soul spoke in the millions of her voices. She does dialing down eventually. And settled in for therapy, it and her have a soul dialogue about the many hypothetically and possible. Her using her own experiences and what it wishes to try to grasp learning her woes.