"I am grateful for your continued lifetime of work to the greater universe. I leave a gift of my energy. I have no use of these snip its, and hope it empowers you to making great soul warriors." She lifts from her imperial bowing. The two birds soon land on each shoulder and she turns smoothly with exiting the palace. The gate doors to the god realm seals close, and the stone work is revitalised with greater thrum of energy held inside. Back as the solid stone it was always.
"Wasn't that a taste of our future technology?" Death asking them.
"Crystal holographic imaging, 3 dimensional environmental replication and reflex training by trick of the mind... Humans call it VR. You lot use it as some super computer panel access." Wafted the sigil interface up with looking at the tick list. At the last system refreshing update, she completed every task she had promised to do. From dreamers, demigods and Summons. It wasn't anything left but for her to think about settling. But she had this long journey and has plenty a time to think about it, changing her mind. I do not feel the energy of belonging or home here. I am just an unwelcomed alien here. I guess I should go back to the human worlds I knew.
"Intruder!" spears pointed at her, folks escorting guests to this gate. The spears are softly lowered as the stone gate strums warning the little people to leave her be. Her skin so painted of so many heavenly seals and so many trials she completed has altered her appearance. Sugar glazed as some beauty with the energy of murder under her feet. Omens wiggles and coos happy. Taking flight and face frist into Matthew's chest. The two greeting like old freinds, mirroring some strange cooing from both bird and man. She smiles softly and Death tilted confused.
"I have been fixing the other half of the ones you missed." She announced to all but she was speaking directly towards the title Enders. Her accent shivered them all in how there seems a unwelcoming undertone to her voice. Even Matthew was jolted at shock hearing her so voided of humanity and depth.
"She's been having to practice the local speak." Omens excuses her, "Trixie, ease off."
"I think I see your point." Death tuts, "How cruel..." She sighed with a low genuine frown, "I am taking leave. I know I need to sort my own nest." He left with a god gate small enough for him. It closed with soon a explosive energy of the surrounding temple being restored by her casting. She moved her hands in spell word casting, the temple Pavilion palace of this sect was vivid of all is glorious paints. Morals titled back to gemstone shine. No dust speck and no cloth unwashed. Gold leafing spreading the ceiling in plant growing patterns. All to the glory of how it should be for the beloved heavenly gods. At the end of her wafting hands, she posed prayer. The many candles and braziers alight in flames.
"Where have you been all this time?" Matthew stabbing emotional anger at her, "Why haven't you followed me?" She can tell this was another one those times his soul is acting before he can think about it. But even as he was making approach to her, he was soon ice cold at her front. The ender mask intervening between them both. And then Omens with cooing explaining she took the longer route, as if siding that she intended to meet at the end of this. Really him being here when she is was Fate's work.
"If only you remeber why." she huffed as her reply, "You don't remember what I do. What I gave... what you took. It doesn't matter anymore, but still your soul is so confused and angry. Maybe its sorrow. You have an odd way of showing it." holding his chin, "Well I have finished my tasks here unless you have some scheme you need my hands. You wish to borrow my eyes or claws. Is there anything?" the mask of ender closed with knowing she done plenty, "I am going to drift about. I suspect I will find some tome pages to restore. I am not running away." she lets go and was bear hugged around. She frowns but let herself be a life size human doll. Carried close as if providing so of comfortable relief.
"I guess we haven't need to stay either. Now the palace is fully restored." fellow Ender's of this group take exit with gates, shadows or hung hidden around the leading Ender.
"Going home." The Ender voices with pulling both his hosts to return back to main hallway of the Sect. The little folks lower in kneeling but it is Matthew as the leader of the group to stand facing the Elders.
"Restoring the great palace was to easy a task, and all we came to do. It been a pleasure to having you host us." He throws his right hand and casts a undertaker's disc to lift here in the hall. His men lift and exit. And the members stand in shock, "Forgive my wife's little touches. She loves the small details. From replacing your entire dish sets and vases... and the hidden things you spend years finding. She really out does herself." he dragging her to crossing and she gave a little left hand waft. The dust of the disc drops and then melted, as it was material no belonging to the heavenly worlds.
The great elder took a sip of his tea and then chuckled.
"A fine woman knows good tea." The meal at each person was changed to a higher quality of ingredients. No only were they a lavished sect of great treasure but it was as if honour had been restored to the broken hearts. Rewarded for all those years of becoming powerful. It became a celebration and remembrance of what this greatness costed them. Plenty reaching for Sake. Distantly feeling the souls of their lost brothers be among them.
The gate softly walked members whom were about done with wearing drapes as clothing. Even more in removing the horrid foot wear and poor quality socks. Several casts magic with pulling spare clothing from storage and being returned back to their preferred mage styles.
"I am not going back again." Matthew hissed at stepping from the portal and omens huffed in relief in knowing these lands and souls. He wasn't ready for the portal to soon snatch the girl from grasp and dissolve as blue flames. Omens pulling Matthew to safety from the blue flames. All of them stare in shock of the gate's reaction. From the flames roaring stronger, steps a fine white porcelain being. The flames becoming her dress. She makes some strange clicks and poses. But eventually the energy eases down and left behind is a nightmare in the body of an undertaker. Her paint and every last detail puts unease if staring to deeply. On the surface glance, she was a curvy woman with nothing to be shy of. From hip to chest, there was plenty of envy to spoken. There a last whooshing spray and black lace grows in spreading over her. Black bridal veiling and hide all to modesty. She befits her position of dark merchant, hung of tools of her trade along all her body.
"Mmm..." She removed a silver case from her clothing materials, she slips one blacken red runic cig to pursed lips and puts the case back away. She used her claw nails to spark a purple flame. She stood smoking staring at these men all discomforted by her, "Oh you're all so cute." She finds it flattering with left hand teasing them, "I am not going to eat you." She purred, "But if you keep tempting me, I might lick your names."
"Do not dare!" Omens hissed with having learnt from death over the travels. She huffed smoke at the bird and the cloud vapour altering many strange colours. She then was petting something invisible at her side, at hip height of her. She was soon at her knees seemingly tummy rubbing these unseen things. She making many baby talking sounds and with a whipped wrist gesture, she stands holding chain leashes of two demon dogs. They sit on her feet, much larger then she can handle in thin body. one lifting its nose at her. Tongue hung out at the side of the mouth with a big white grin. She made a kissy noise and they stand prancing feet, and huffing happy.
"My girls have escaped the hell realms." She tuts, "I suspect there be quiet a mess here among undertakers. Arms and bodies laying around. No heads... the head would be left alone." She shakes in being disappointed about it.
"Mom! Mom is back!" She sighed again of hearing these voice, as now she being crawled of all things. From eight legs and the colony of rats. Even Morpheus was riding the back of one the demon dogs. A snake poked from her veil, licked the air and back under in her hair. She snaps with making them all behave and with the tome opening in floating at her front. She reads up the chapters available. She slowly tilted with seeing a lot of tomes removed. She titled even deeper as entire complete copies aren't accessing anymore. She worried of lacking sustaining, but when a mess of new lands were flooding into the book. Many animals disappear again. She releases the chains since there isn't dogs attached. Her finished Cig was put out and added back into the case. She shakes deeply in many thoughts again.
"Sleep." She folds slowly at his arms, and the group stare in shock that he did that to her. Making it no argument that his the most powerful Ender here, "We all should get back to things." they disburse among undertakers. He was altered by Omen's blessing, pulled to fitting a god follower like him. She softly was more awake then he wants her to be. Her left hand secretly scrolling through the reward collections and that the incomplete last task of the heavenly realm was impossible for her.
Return to place of origin; to receive final soul transformations is go back to where your soul belongs. Task completion; 34%. Her finger trembles of this and she back to playing dead. Swimming in her minds and soul voices. The many voices a loud hiss of tidal chaos. As per always, sunk inside with to many worries then she needs.
He took so many turns and evaded many beings from stopping them both. On a stealth mission to not get caught by his coworkers, friends and family.
The place was mostly silence, the space here was deaden energy and lacking any bother of security.
Return to place of origin at 68%...
For as much he could try, he knows that the guards of the kingdom would always be posted at the kings office and at the side of the pond entry he hopes to access. So he slides with making a check in with the monarch frist.
"When I said you need to fix your sync between you, I didn't mean that you break bond. That is unless you got some sort of plan about why?" His monarch speaking no of the host of the crown but the crown speaking through the host with hostility.
"She can be hard to find when slipped among humans." He excuses but the monarch waved them to leave. He bows and now openly walked to the pond next door. And instead of her going alone and always loosing her to the water ways. He walked as both together. Besides they are caked in heavenly realm dirt, mineral dust and ashen layers. These sorts of things washed off here helps stable the whole undertakers realm ponds of their mineral restore.
Return to origin 70%: requirements met the last 30% isn't required for transformation. Soul adaptation in progress. Partner linked. They receive most of your skills in exchange of ability to skip requirements. Additionally bonuses from his link are being obtained by you.
She stares at the open sea sky, no cloud and no objects that fits the word of sun or moon. No stars. The sand mucked around her and braces her surfaces. She can barely sit up when a arm lays across her chest in sort of preventing her. She looked to her side and smiled gently in him. He glares with shaking his head at her moving. Pointing at something.
It will dismember us.
She looks at the direction of many scavengers poking the sands here.
"Hey Old freinds." She slips his arm off and sits up. She can barely get control of herself with the new limbs but she managed it. Huffs a little in feeling alive here.
"The young miss!" These monsters greet like it was meant to be finding her around here. Like mates meeting in some pub. Plenty sign a greeting and she retorts back her own. But it was vague as she posed that she is home. This is exactly where here soul was always and has been. They show her the neat finds in the sand searching. Some folks help her partner up too and explain old stories. That they all had history and how she is the lovely lady that bandaged and helped them. From when they got caught in the not trees around this place to being knocked by the water. They all merchants pick treasure to sell back in the waters home. That they are all creatures of both land and sea.
But the sea is our universe... this sand is just time and shattered remains of left overs. I just give up trying to figure it out man. Nothing about the mutiverse makes sense. This water shoreline eclipses the five ender tomes you met already. Marcurs, Daniel, James, The lady queen of which I never know her name and the brother of Marcus which is always the Queens husband. This not place is famously named; the time scar sea.
She pats her partners back with keeping the laugh of some joke among collectors. It was that he was her big catch, they all are glad she found someone in her life. Happy for her happiness. Like any mates they turn about each other about small personal stuff. Talk of human manners like how relationships haven't been best for individuals.
"What made you pick him?" The one cautious fella that wanted to know she was going to be OK.
"He saved me many times I can count, knows my darkest family secrets and murdered me in mercy when I needed it. I also got him home at the cost of loosing mine, yet here I am for more. Soul bonded and duty kept." She showed off the fact she matching undertaker bond is so deeply inlaced into her that there isn't any breaking this bond.
"Life in that ocean isn't good and easy." Another huffed seeing her point, "I am either coming back a black ethereal mass of untouchable horror. Sometimes I am fat black short haired cat. I only really been human once and got murdered by my serial killer wife." The pats of shoulder and all were stomping off to a camp made at the safe clearing. Here plenty servants or other rescued survivor shout welcome.
"Mujer sabia! Abuela!" She hugs the frail woman hard welcoming, bring back those years of motel stopping back forwards to her heart. The old lady greets the lady equally with relief to see the miss. Being in charge of this encampment of folks discarded by the sea. Although in Spanish, everything and everyone from the hotels long stay history was around. Even scary demon pants. It was a treasure to welcomed by these diverse characters. Matthew soon included with such warm and taken aside by the men to be dressed in appropriate condition. She was too, taken to private and dressed up. The woman gossiping plenty of their lovers, trends of trades and food.
It was as if time had never passed between them, carefree. Passing intergenerational advice renew, no matter the circumstance. And just for only a brief second she was there standing among this gaggle, and welcomed by the found family. This was her foundation. These folks were each a brick inlay of what makes her get through the hardest of times. Not one was direct family. She didn't know their names. But this was home. This was her unfiltered identity. A mix of many cultures, races, eras of time and shattered remains of outcasts.
Thank you for taking me here, Ace. This was exactly what I was searching for. A band of humanity made by monsters pretending to be OK and pick corpses off the beach to get by. Not that your wrong, but it's this collection of souls I care for the most. These are the pets I cherished when they are bent to universe law.
Now it was his turn looking at each and everyone of these people mock monsters. Slowly from how their manners are, what the topics of realms they mentioned. He was a drift so hard of each of these being. Freezing to a dead stop at someone glaring harshly the most.
"You have a second chance. You know everything you need. You know how she felt. Don't waste it." This being backs away into the voids having toyed all of them all along and orchestra of how things were pulled back, "I handed down my ownership to the next. He has been watching you as much as I had." The vague words were whispers in darkness.
"Squeaky is a mysterious fella. He took her at the first turn of things, when this ocean was a mud puddle of corpses." Morpheus of darkness night replaces where the stranger went, "I will be looking after this world now." The eyes narrow, "He was right though. I am going to pull back everything. I am filter cleaning the big puddle over there. It be restarted again... and the clothus will be back. The gods will have no recognition of tomes scars. You are an Ender, you know." Together they look at the purple waves, "She will be whole again, unchartered and erased." Morpheus tilts, "Until she meets you again. You changed her world for the better in spite that darkness." They make smiles but held differing meanings. That the stress of it all falls on Matthew while Morpheus is happy to return to the ocean among the depths as a thing belonging. They all had belonging at somepoint there.
"We all will meet again. No matter what and how." Matthew nervously spoke and the men all cheer of this.
"A round of drinks on him!" The men sneer and lifted the finished work. Lifted to shoulders and celebration like a proper wedding. It felt like one without the ceremony, putting the bride and groom ahead of a drift wood table. Drinks at each place and all sneer in a toast. Each a prolong speech about how they met one the two and the greater purpose it led thanks to the help. So many of them were once humans, that fell on hard times and one way or other was lost their way. Each meeting a even harsher afterlife and saved again by the bride or groom. Matthew was the most taken in by all these stories and grossed in how he touched their lives.
How total strangers can change someone's life without evening meaning to. How no soul is meaningless and detached. How this group were just among the net of misfortune. These were exactly the people the god omens should have sway for. Speaking of...
"To the couple!" The black thing of rainbow highlights. Only these highlights form shape of eyes or mouth. A shapeless and almost non presence. Blended in the surroundings but unmissable. Unmistakably. Even terrifying.
"I will find you. I expect you to trust me." Omens huffed pointing down at his follower, "No hesitations!" The creep soon sheds a layer of skin and peels back the god hood. All along was indeed something horrible under that appearance.
"No wonder you caused discord for the title of Omens." She unfazed, "I always wondered why your names were broken."
"Stop peeping in the titles!" He hissed by the group all laughed.
"Without her check ups, I don't think we be a memories." The demon down the table held that long distance stare, playing about his drinking glass with nerve, "I had thought that at least someone would remember me, but I was just the faceless worker in the back street convention store. I thought it was just the fault of not owning my business. But it was only her stopping by. Nearly erased by careless candle placing." He shakes off the thought, "Make sure to stop by girl." She nods of that.
Everyone makes pats with shoulders. Plenty speaking up for what they think went wrong. Some scrapped hard to find reasons and others assumed it can be changed if they did it again. Everyone had a part that swayed anothers life. Indirectly circling back to each other.
"Just be the best version of you. Someone kind and patient. But take chances when it strikes. Because if it doesn't pan well, your kindness will be handed back." The demon guy pointed their way, "I prefer that you check in. Sometimes having someone constant reminder take away that feeling alone." She warmly nods at that, because she understands what hurt she prevents for such a guy. Matthew tilts looking at the sea as the sky glows bright, everyone turned facing the flash.
They hold hands hard... and as the brightness passes. Everyone was under water. Swept by the tide that drowns them back. She sank fast, didn't struggle or fight the current. She watched Matthew panic above, their hands from each other. Pulled apart by undercurrents and unsettled derby.