There isn't much a gap in wealth but rather magic is status. The more members of the close family that can cast levels of degree in magic - those are the nobleman. Those weak of spells or magic less are the under foot. The leaders of this lands are said to be the ones that can move the islands locations on a whim. There are exceptions and this is the source. Divine practices are not elemental. Nor is dark magic like golem creation and cursing favoured either. There isn't a lot of education facilities. The streets is matter of survival, being outcasted is a death sentence to many.
"Forgive us!" Plenty of the dark practice magic users here of this church corridor beg and bow. Four of them came here pulling the mad man with a not silver sword to escape her, "Lady Noctorm." Plenty are shivering by her presence and there a degree of them trying to protect the idiots that aren't in the know.
"This corridor should allow any unholy beings form welcoming themselves." This is a priest after all and his was grappled to silence.
"I want that sword and I can leave." She commanded. The folks that fear make sure she get her demands. Holding the man back and pry the sword from his hands. He muffled and hissed about it.
A brave one lowered to a kneel presenting it. She takes the sword and proceeds to eat it. She snaps the brittle bite sizes and tossed them to her inhuman jawline. By the hilt, she waved with her left hand dismissive. She walked the corridor into the palace.
Few follow her with crazy eyes. Three follow because they have to. And the grace of explaining it all fall to those that soon are screamed by the priest. She doesn't travel far her to face plant into Ravenswood. Or rather, he became sync to the current location. He is a human man mage, holding the young lady protective of her. But she shows the broken sword and that she finished eating it there. He takes a while to understand and remember her. There is plenty of moment that he freaked out that she was going to attack him, the further fear of her seemingly lacking humanity. Her eyes on him at the last lick of the hilt, he knew her and was calm again. She able to smoothly play about his clothes, some habits transcend, and then she follows to slip towards the lad. She softly playing about his callor tie too. She barely registered with her right hand holding the body of Omens back from attacking. She became satisfied of the lads overall look and soon cradles Omens like a baby at her arms. Letting the hissing vessel squeaking and bite her right hand.
"We came just in time." She nods to herself, "His name is untampered. Very beautiful."
"Dont you dare." Ravenswood flicked some soul felt words of fear, and laced with recalling her true being.
"I wouldn't anyways. I know this neighborhood and it is part of my Empire. I look after these tomes with great honour." And that is plenty for Omens to stop his fuss, "Look at you little vessel of Omens. This brings me back to wonderful times. The days when although we're didn't see each others views. We had one thing in common." She pats Ravenswood arm, "This one always walks foot frist in trouble." Omens has even snorted at knowing that was pretty on point. So she let's the bird ride shoulders. She minds not her or Ravenswood. She feels plenty of her name being translated but there is slow progression. She can sense that she can not completely be added here, feeling bad for the editor.
"So it is true about how there is a queen who owns the nightmare people?" Heard this and had a long time processing this strange human assumption.
"Nightmare people are also Proxy here." Omens chimes in but then thought she wouldn't hear him. But she does react accordingly, having definitely heard the god and postures thinking over. She chooses silence with a smile.
"She's a lot more complicated then just nightmares." Ravenswood shook, "But now that we are banished from the palace. Will it be alright if we borrowed your manor?" She is looked at them with blank shock. She owns a whole manor here? Damn what sort of monsters live this edge? Or is this a Enders territory that uses my resources? What exactly is this for me or to me?
"I have a manor here. That's not a good thing." She muttered thoughtless for a bit. She thinks harder and harder. She makes more bent thinking poses the longer this lingers.
"You're a clothus. Of course you have a noble ownership." Omens huffed in disbelief she forgot, "Ther are plenty of crazy folks here to beg your favour. Regardless if it means offering corpse and soul." She shurgs of that being nothing new. She is the one that takes guiding them, feeling her heart and senses of past memories to be the tie to lead. She postures they need to bring their belonging along too. Then knowing humans have baggage needs.
"Thank goodness that finally that weird bird man is expelled from the court palace. Always ruining..." the silver tongue soon snaps shut in wide eye seeing her holding Ravenswood hands. Pulling him along and in her other was the exiled prince. The two barely time to slump their things at shoulder.
"There will have been a reason for such a manor if this crossing point has vital impacts." She concluded at her own chaotically wayward mind. She ignores how the light beams her skin when damned evades it. She sees all but things in shadow. Shadow just cuts to total darkness in her sight. She however can sense things inside shadows, especially those shadows she sent her clouded sense to be touching.
"We have packed as you requested." The palace servants now and shiver. Two backpacks of all the personal belongings are firmly held by the men.
"And not a part missing." She checked and a maid kneels indicating there was something missing. She can already figure it out. Shadow stealing the valued goods from pick pockets. She stole mail. She has far reach enough to steal from the royal treasury. She only takes what is for only the prince.
"The Empress makes her rounds!" Plenty of her own staff are as hard working to please her and presented a cane for her. She takes it with feeling the attachments and very soon realized her dreams while being in a adult care home. Those days of lacking organs are because she was clothus here at the same time. She isn't sure if she dead already here or if some other outcome played. Even so, she walks with her cane. Knowing it was a key for a lot of areas.
"The catacombs requirements your attention." A servant voices. She thinks about how the broken half living souls are given shelter there. So this place is a fragment of the 'broken tomes. She has enough understanding to worked out enough.
"Sigil." She voiced and instantly a prompt shows, a glitches one with oozing drips, "I was just making sure you were OK." Petting the pane, "You have been so nice in looking after me. It seems only fair as allies to help."
The ooze soon grappled her arm and it pours into her veins. She holds her pain mute and vacant. When Ravenswood steps around checking her, she flicks into full life and sees his status window without prompt. Her left eye turned to sigil itself. Her body and many parts are converted. Her soul and mind plenty boosted the system of Sigil to working. Her clothus skins edited with Sigil crystal flex and new materials. She smiles warm but blank of Ravenswood.
"Prove to me that your not to harm us." She huffed in being back to his distuting nature of her and torn her own skin for him. Putting her servants to scream and squirm around them. She wraps these two with her portions, silent and still vacant.
"Lady... why?" The material wounds turned stone at the edges, stopping any bleed out. She takes her cane and forwards with dragging them. She turns purposely ignoring the extra bodies and spirits here. She breaches past a salt line barrier, taking both Ravenswood and the Ex-prince.
"Good to see an empty desk." Talking of the reception desk that you met at the manors waiting room and front area, "That version of death was recycled home." She recalls, the manor is this creepy run down place. It lacks humans and the whole manor facilities lacks humans in mind. Only few toilets are this front public space. She has a private bedroom upstairs with a joint toilet. There are many private owned rent rooms along the west wing for not humans. The east side of the building is all hunter guild and court hiring. It matters for all realms excluding humans. But has to be the human realm due to the concern for human involvements. Some matters are debated and other matters are decided already - regardless of interventions.
"Executioner!" Pouring itself from the stairs and taking a rolling tumble, planting themselves at her feet. Soon sobbing so wet around her feet, "How can this be you were recorded as died? How does a mistress come back to life? We must rejoice." She knows it's real nature and plenty steps out of its gripple of her ankle. She was even quicker as stabbing it through the chest with a claws and breaking the immersion of her human appearance. She throws the rag back over the stairs, and wipes her claws clean in disgust with a rag from her storage.
"Do not pity that thing. It is fine. It pleasures in pain." She informed both Ravenswood and the Ex-prince, "Which also means this is the set of souls that are peaceful and with human sensibility. Well enough human features to be set for use." She proceeds at repairing her appearance. The mock man giggles to itself eventually as the wound closed across with a sticky creaking sound. The exprince hid behind Ravenswood with being afraid of the creep. Ravenswood shelters the lad under a layer of cloak to keep anything else staring this way.
"You know what I am like. I just never quiet finish or leave when I should have." She was enough to be back to conversation, "other then my supposed or actual proper death. What has happened since?"
"Most of the humans left and the humans that repaired too. They went through gates, shadow or among the mages of this land. Off to live." It crawls slowly back to near her feet and in begging, "The rest of us stayed here but adapted. We became part of the manor. Several mage nobility tried but none stayed here to make it their home. It's currently owned by a dark arts family but they too failed use. It's been abandoned since. The key lost." She thought about the key and remember she was gifted her Dagger key by an angel in her home tome. It's not the only key. There be a few keys to this place scattered and missing.
"You still wish to stay or try to stay here?" The two of them and harshly kicked the fool back away from her. It popped and squeaked but giggles all the same.
"I don't think us on the streets will work out any better." Ravenswood voice, "We will stay in your room." She turns with breaking some clothus threads which has this place magic sealed. It's how mages couldn't use energy here since she blocked. With the minor alter state, everything from the crystals used as lights to the public water fountain in the waiting hall began life again. She steps around checking the left messages on the reception desk and the guest room book for clue for who stays and who left. There several new entries but they all left too. Someone has been keeping this record updated. So she added to it. Back for the dead. Her partner and what feels like the adopted son. No name per always. She puts it back and the freak happy of being wounded was being kicked by prince. Ravenswood has been looking around for any omen fate creatures. Omens has took flight seeking anything about this place he can.
"On the surface is just a place that acts part hotel and middle class family apartments. At least for this entrance." Ravenswood voices with an air of caution. He makes a sharp stare on what Omens found, moving around to the corridor connected to the Guild counters. Stopped at hovering of the way time locked. She helps move the prince away from the creep pet. She steps with seeing the time crystal, blocking the passage.
"Its a empty still corridor." The prince voiced confused.
"Time has stopped acting beyond it." She tells with soft pats, "It smells of death there. And plenty of sounds of souls unhappy." She thinks it over, "The dark art family would have tried to clean out this place of the spirits whom are locked here. In failing to displaced them, only made it worse." Ravenswood walks through the corridor as a human that isn't affect by tome stop. Soon the prince follows. She takes hold of Omens vessel and carries them through the crystal. Making to the other side.
"More visitors that break rules." Death huffed of displeasure. Omens is freed and lands to death. They go into God speak and talked of how she not as she seems. Warning death she could ruin him.
"Rude, I wouldn't willing eat a death title unless it was an act of protection." She blurted in passing them. She sees how the Prince and Ravenswood are inspecting corpses together. How a lad is unfazed by the sight of dead told her enough that this kids had something wrong happen in his life. She now faces each of the guild counters and soul snatched each of the broken around here. She ate them, repairs and spat them out into new bodies. She lifted her tome of broken names to made sure the alterations are recognized and recording. She shuffled next with moving the human corpses that death is working with. None of these souls show anything of her concerns. Simple that they died trying to raid the hunters guild. Her Sigil eye became active in showing her they had no status as guild registered and thus were treated as local monster request fodder. Given her authorities of the sigil pane, she makes some small decisions that will aid things. She labels this guild area as active with a host guild master of 'beyond ranker'. She changes how humans are status here and rewords the conduct rules. This works enough, the staff are soon active to soon speak greif at Death and Omens. She closed the pane down for a new one with the rankers list open. Actively scan of what status beings are in her building. She finds an interesting something on this page. She finds her own several deaths here, her old names... all these names she died aburpt by the hands of Wrath. Wrath is here too. Two of him - her time of orgin and this tome. She out ranked him and his unable to make Sigil enact commands. His been trying to prevent death taking her soul from here. Jokes on him, her soul fragments already escaped. They came back to her eventually. She wouldn't have been reborn human enough otherwise. So any fragments here left that had without will be back to her soon.
"I am now the guild master of this establishment. I give you permission to enact your duties as a death god over these unfortunate souls." Her voice stabbed through all and had even death trip tongue. Even the tome at his hands suddenly came itself, active at sorting pages faster and floating beside the scythe. The scythe isn't playing around with getting things done. Death being forced by his own book and scythe did as he should. Helping the humans stuck here. Her guild creatures wrapped the dead and sent them to the church for burials. The time stop flexed and shattered, and now the whole area was fading in old worn out tables and long cleaned up messes. It was a tired decorated place of open space and some benches. Along walls is counters with staff at waiting. The front entrance of this side of the manor unlocked itself and several gate portals tore open at the walls they been set to. It wasn't long for path walkers to step foot among and for death to take his leave. Ravenswood and the prince back to her side.
"You are strong enough to made the crossing in hosting others." Her handler of the area steps with gifting documents of attention.
"That of the catacombs? I heard it needed my attention." The handler takes back the documents in knowing exactly her meaning.
"Two of the same sin title are currently using it for dismantling your corpses." Ravenswood jolted with pale expression hearing it from the handler.
"Unwelcomed guests whom are strong enough to make God eaters avoid. A shame... his soul name was beautiful once. A shame his so sinful enough to ruin himself to beyond reconfiguritation." She sighed feeling back for the demon title, "Ruined." She straighten back and huffed, "Anything else about the Catacombs I must worry about?" The handler shivered unsure and slowly.
"There seems something from the abyss waiting there." She nods of that.
"Another one. I wonder what they are." She shurgs, "The last fella was headless. I do wonder what this one breaks."
"This one claims to be a keeper."
"That tends to be meaningless if that's what they told you." She pets their head, "Continue following the guildlines of law and with care among these humans." She soon arms her lads in putting them out back down the corridor they came from. Back to the hotel side. Her shadow locking the guild door behind them. She gets them to the waiting hall, and pins her useless fella as decoration to a wall. It madly screams but laughed. Wiggling the wall in being all dramatic.
"Am I starting to see what I am using this space for and what is its purpose." She lets them be, "Leave me to clean up the rooms, you two need to go sort your needs. I am not alive or human. I do not need food, drink or breath. At least not in how humans do. You have my favor, my consent of staying here if you dare to." She marks them both in her temporary pages of her tome and that they be sorted to proper boarding in a moment, "Death nor life can claim your souls. You have the ability of undertakers. If you unsure of laws or what I am talking of, ask Sigil crystal or guild staff. You are minimal marked under my wing. You will find catered by God's and love by God eaters. Nightmare people your neighbors. Shadows fearing you." On having marked them painfully on their left hands, perked away to inspect the instant tattoo. Ravenswood turns the lad for the front door and their backpacks dropped at her feet.
"Make sure you have good enough meals and to bring back what you need. I have a kitchen of use to you. If you so wish to prepare food." She waved them as the doors closed. She listens hard as they turn to each other about small stuff and history. She turns with Expelling spell craft to repair and clean this place. Even the fireplace beside the main door was alive of flame.
"What wood is that?" The creature sits at the sofa eye the strange hypnotic flame.
"One of several embers collected from dying universes." She replies causally, "Why else is time distorted here?" The thing gasped and sticks it's limb in. Indeed the fire isn't a harmful to creatures like it or her. She was happy of this and makes it up the stairs. Smoothly over the mid stair landing where waited a old item. She stopped to an old grandfather clock that been tampered and mysterious. Parts of gods maker artifacts and some of human time peices gearing assuming human understanding. The clock was plenty broken and lost to time. A relic from one her old acquaintances. No glass, it is crystal front clock face. Sealed marks on the inner door, 'James Crafter'. She softly with care and most tools in her shadow has it back. It chimes with such beautiful but old bells. She turns facing up the next steps. A glitch of time, she met eyes with the young lad only to disappear. A side affect of repairing the clock. She marches up to a corridor she seen many lifetimes before.
If it was covered in painting doors, small group photos of undertakers and the rule of gravity nonexistent. This is the corridor that Ravenswood was the last man of undertakers. The last tortured soul by the parasites of clothus. This corridor was all that was of that realm and kingdom. Back when she was new and clueless and was brought here to 'save' her. She became his responsibility and he had no clue she can time stop cross. Back when the archangel which is her ancestral line and the demon headmaster were under the same clothus control contract.
"I have died here." It was her voice but form another source. She looking down at that version of herself, "I couldn't come back." Eliza knowing it now, cuts the curtains and soon from the torn seams. That fallen kingdom is here now, the powder clay of all the slain undertakers, "The king and his men..." that version of her worried. Still she comforts the little part of herself with a warm welcomed hug. Let's the child cry and feel all her emotions. That girl passes out. She carried to the cot that Curiosity uses. Tucked in, all wounds are patched up and soft clues for what that girl is about to do. Eliza scruff the head a last time and soon clears this kingdom to be ready for reset. She well aware that her young old self had to jump into the hole of forgotten ones. To find the crowned king among and the other undertakers wrongfully imprisoned. She raises from hearing that version of Curisoity coming back. She slips the seams back to her orginial side, sews the gap closed. He glares confused of the distortion that should have been there and jolt of hearing the girl he brought to this ruins. At the last sew, she felt her soul fragments from back then stirring. She did escape that fate and life someway.
This corridor is long empty, plenty of the rooms once housed human enough souls left. She clears every room and left each to air freely. Once in a while there is flickers of snap memories. Past times she wasn't a human or that she rescues a soul fragment from danger. Each room was a temporary home for these fragments of people that didn't deserve breaking soul. She plenty aware where souls have left to, trackers still active on those fragmented fragile souls. And those she removed the trackers have been given homes or place as part of other souls.
"Oh? Someone still here." She knocked on this door and then glooms as there was tell of bad things. She opend it with force and soothes the passed body and looks after the soul fragment trapped inside, "Technically speaking you passed away, thus you are gone. But you gone like me. A ghost." She said to them. She gently explains the law of being a ghost, altering their Sigil ranking and eases with letting them take care of how they wish. Soon will be the end of this corridor which is the basement stairwell. The catacombs.