Leana has best she could washed away any remains of harmful coating off her, spoke another several police interviews and was home about normal time.
It all still. Not a sound the moment she steps up the drive way. But she's not paying attention, she reached and unlocked the front door with considerable effort. Tossing her bag by the door and exasperation sighing for what a day it been.
"One more step and the human here gets harmed." It would seem that this voice isn't human and that things aren't as they seem. She looked about at the outside the front door that hasn't closed yet, bird in mid flight not landing the perch yet. The car isn't parked in the road. She peers through the first door, an angel mucking about the food pantry. The kitchen clock stopped.
"Why is there a demon lord so high of the hell realms so busted in murdering mortals? Let the lady free." Negotiation by an undertaker, "If this woman was supernaturally gifted, do you think she would have broken free by now?" Leana softly hide herself from sight, avoiding being detected. Front door closed. School bag brought up stairs carefully. She crawls the stairs slowly and sees the protective barrier. She makes it through.
"Leana! What are you doing?" Her real mother here. But this. This isn't her mothers human shape. In fact she not human at all. This was the turn to her mother private bedroom, sealed with salt and sage. The only invited spirits here was the grim reaper still in the midst of soul name transfer.
"I just got home from college. I was preoccupied about the murder investigation at my college. What happened to you? Why is there a demon downstairs with your body?" There a sharp long silence that falls into a hug. A while long enough for emotions to drain, the reaper to mid writing. Her mother pulls back and holds strong in making the point across.
"I don't have a lot of time. The files and my words are on your dresser in your room. Open the sealed wax box first. All will be clear." her mother places her fingers at Leana's forehead - indicating interaction with the 3rd eye and insighting the seventh sense, "I grant you inheritance. I pass over my eyes to you. I pass my duty to you. May the grace of the hidden gods grant you permissions." Energy from her mother feed into breaking the eye blindfolds, "and leave you to contact my father. Not the police." Marks of the red hand are burning into Leana skin, "I love you. Please do not have yourself captured by that demon too. Play along to a point."
Leana softly nods, only for her mother to face the grime's posturing to a gateway for only the dead to pass. Leaving Leana in her mother's bedroom. She stares across to her bedroom in seeing a team of undertakers shifting through her room. But not one of them as bothered the dresser. She watched the shade of the dresser flickering off from the light source. She considers this all is linking to the demon downstairs. If they are hired by the demon lord making a muck of her life. She is forced back down the stairs. Appearing as if she came home from college just now. She hears the kitchen clock chimes, the living room TV blasting some commercials and the sound of someone cleaning in the sink.
"Welcome home, how was your day?" Her mother's voice but not the accent or tone. The distracting of not trying to slip over the abnormal puddle of tacky blue liquids and meaty strips.
"Just another day of helping the police with a mass poisoning happening in the college." This didn't pose as anything of a reaction by her fake mom. Leana makes it to the ground floor without breaking her legs. Blue tacky stickiness, silver pools that are slick icy solid and feathers splatter across the corridor. A massive set of wings are knife pinned across the wall. There is a soft sound of something in the living room trying to move. But she crossed in sight of the kitchen. Her mom's corpse was visibly deformed and acting like its normal. Washing hands of blue. There a really busted body by the garage door. The tea towel loosely over the face.
"You remember what your grandfather was like?" The fake mother continued with a causal tone of being 'normal'.
"Which one. You forgot it seems too." She testing this stranger so she can avoid it, "I miss the Sunday roast and that snow holiday up in the mountains." The demon is baffled confused, "Or was it the either American ones." Not to through her completely under the bus, to act as if she was asking clarification for which ones. Assuming her 'mother' meant her British ones.
"Three sets? Sheesh." He muttered under breath and she manages it to the living room. She slowly hide behind the sofa where the limb crushed undertaker is. The TV was stopped and the demon huffed and sneers; using the pause break to stop pretending a moment. Using the pause to break character for personal reaction - hoping she wasn't able to hear or react in pause time. Of course she heard the confirmation this wasn't her mother and that she indeed sees the undertaker gesturing for her to run away from here. She helps the undertaker up and carefully to the back door. Time came again. And the TV was back to the daytime show. The fake mother sighed, and Leana know she needed to reaction in some way. Maybe in driving a point of no return, it was time to trick it to touch something demons don't.
"Hey mom, can you make some tea? I had a really tough day at college. You should use the leaves at the pantry top shelf. Don't forget that the tap water isn't safe, so used the bottled without a label on the pantry floor. I think you meant American Saturday grandfather. His the most normal." The demon sighed in relief that he thinks the plan is on track. As he struggles with opening the pantry, she opens the back door. He did not struggle to grappled the top shelf of 'tea' without a step stool her mom needs. He hissed pained by touching the holy bottled water. It were this point that, she makes it out the house with the undertaker.
"Fucking Demons." She hissed helping around the side yard fast, "Why are we cursed by this freak?" She hears the house crashing loudly and ducked them both to avoid a smashing glass window.
"Why are you helping me? I could be a demon." The undertaker speaks flatty as the spirits of the dead tend to sound to someone of the living. The tone indifferent for a human to comprehend. Yet there was nervous tells in how he twitched finger joints and missteps for more then just broken limbs.
"Going by the unicorn crest, I think we're OK." She kicked the side gate and there is help. These allies used chants that spell crafted blocking some sort of curse or demon attack. They came quickly to take this fella off her hands. She gets back to the front driveway looking back a little of the house strange. Parts glassed over with time turned into stone. She shields herself as more smashing windows. Maybe even smashed time barriers.
"I hate demon possession." Among the undertaker flat tone as it is for all the spirit people and yet felt like a sigh. Just another day handling hell court issues.
"Well more like her corpse is being possessed. Her soul was not taken by it and was instead crossed over with the Death oath order." Leana informs, "Sadly there is several minor death god are laying around here and none of you access the living books." The turn of several heads her way, "So how does one remove a demon spirit out from a human corpse? Preferably where I am not cast as the murderer in court."
The pairs between several posture a debt, some make a few court gesturing in suggesting (yet hoping she not able to understand them and not see they are here to screw her while in kahoots with this demon). The occasional Clothus term of lip made words. Mixed crests of kingdoms; none have heavenly connections. None are any personal history with her. All but one guy. She saved him from the house.
"Well the original body the demon was using is still around here." She frowns in this being criminal case two. It was the best answer they came up with in order to keep her a neutral party. Realizing that if she this wise about the tome, she going to have some back hand in knowing demon courts and the way these undertakers can be hired to take her side (for a higher fee).
"If you can banish the demon, we can do everything else." She huffed at that was a good enough compromise without costs or change of dynamics. As maybe to show off her power that they should fear, she poses her right hand over towards this house. She not speaks a word from human lips but rather a long damned tongue of a more ancient elder god. It wasn't long that the demon lord from inside the walls is screaming, the undertakers took cover with feeling a strain within their own bodies. This demon lord trying to flee the house. He opened the front door with a swift kick, following into a pelting forced pace, rushing at her without wearing her mom's corpse. Only to be grappled and pulled back into the house. The gate she opened is closed with her properly enchanting the verse fully to the very end of the incantation.
She sits on the floor in spent energy. In paused time, caughting her breath and recollecting her stable energy from the human world she is a part of. The undertakers take over carries out the angel corpse and the dust of another three undertakers. The folded uniforms of three unicorn crests. The house is put to some sembelnce of appearing unchanged on the outside. Keeping the suburb english terrace houses at check, foundations stable and no blind one made wise of the unknown changes.
By the last of the normal crew, she given a missing persons case file, stamped with the English term for those taken by the abnormalities of the land. Declaring her mother as one the 'blinked' population. Someone set forwards or backwards in time. This paperwork aligned Leana to be the house owner and bill payer. They reversed some of time, Leana wasn't to the driveway yet. Stopped a second from walking through.
"Thank you for helping. But now this will be made into a court against the demon lord." The busted undertaker having a few last word before going through the dust disc gate. Leaving her to those passive aggressive warning, sounding as indifferent as it does always by spirits of the dead.
"He has a history of hunting Fallowns." She informs back in returning that warning, "Its a long one." This made the undertaker jolt in having felt that changes something and quicker at passing around her to stop her entering. She frowns confused, "However his just screwed up with a tome keeper." She said with a soft shoulder pat to the undertaker without harming them, "And with little authority that it matters, if he declares war over my ownership and lands. Then we settle by the laws of creatures." The undertaker confused now, takes a notepad out and began making lots of notes. She only had to look away to had slipped from the same time frame as them. She turned back to face, meeting with empty space and not a trace of undertakers anywhere. She stares of the real world, passing car that drove past her house finally. The sound of that bird startled and flew off.
All was well until the front window of the kitchen sprays so far past the driveway. She sighed of the two more bodies at her house. This was after the undertakers have already fixed things. She takes her phone out and began calling the number that her spirit mom expected her to call for help with. The sudden ringing from a pocket of one these two corpses; coal black tar flesh, smelling of over done pork BBQ, through her front window. Defiantly no breathing. She hung up since it went to voice message. She was told to never leave voice messages. She calls two more times in gap, so that this confirms the other phone is indeed who she calls. She sort of knew it by the way she quick call a fourth time. She approaches cautious up the drive way; picking up a good enough stick length from the yard. She uses a stick to open the front door at a distance. The force of the release slams it wide open, vacuum pressure throws more bodies across in front of her. She sighed since she could have sworn she closed the gate. The nightmares gate she used to banish that demon Lord.
"I am screwed." She has to admit, with care steps around the tangled bodies at her front door. She uses a stick to poke the two folks from the front window. With being sure folks are soulless, she leans carefully into the house. And eye always back to those at her yard.
However in stepping into the house, this not the home she knew. She looked back and the front yard is no longer the quaint English suburb. Replaced with sand dunes and half carcass remains. Uniform placement in square measured space and labeled with yellow numbered flags. She knows this place in her sleeping world, she should not have came here as a living human.
Bringing her to lifting her hands and checking the tomes, indeed she is passed. Passed dead in her front door. The college mass murder posioning must have reached her. Tolling her body without her realizing it. She indeed a dead person but there a strange set of rules at play. She can go back to the living world as a living human. She live as some urban myth in the neighbourhood.
"Actually that works for me." She speaks to herself with hoping being alone. She felt a lot more confident in knowing this world of her dreams. She isn't however completely ignorant and arms herself with several tools nearby. She scales the whole place for what is visible and hides to tome check. She makes it to her private bedroom, her full body mirror. It's the crossing to her human world bedroom. She smoothly makes it through and is met with additions her mother left her.
Exactly on her makeup dresser as her mother said. A wax sealed box with files sat underneath. A handed down pair of swords hung from the side, a thick paged book 'guide for the dearly departed' stood by her makeup mirror and several pouches of funds to buy her own huntress gear. She pockets the box without opening it, and hide it deep in herself. Letting her to the plastic file of important documents. Not inside but loosely on the surface is documentation for application into the United Kingdom's supernatural agents service.
Using her gifts to locate and protect humans in these shared fey lands. There a study book required for the exam into the service beside the dearly departed. This is the path her human life was meant to take if she was smart and learned of her gifts sooner then her mother meant. This was all rushed, she isn't meant to be told or explained anything. This application didn't seem like a life path for the clueless version of her. She isn't the same now but her willpower hasn't changed. This choose to not go through the application still happens. She has hunters ranking, and is potentially already among the dead.
"Well this wasn't what I was expecting." A damned seated itself in the shade of the documents, "Here I thought you be some boring nobody." She studies the stranger a long time, "Forgive me. I am the lawyer defence that was sent aid against the demon lord." This freak is expecting an easy fresh to the afterlife fool that will assume the damned is here for good intentions.
"And I bet your planting fake evidence that would seem as if it is was long time fan girl trying to catch herself a love demon." The Sarcastic tone is well missed on the damned but worse was they aren't going to disagree with the statement either, "You are dismissed from your service. You payment goes to the court or the demon lord that hired you to sabotage me. Take back your fake ritual crap." She shoved the whole bag of things that he planted. She stomps with sprays a chalk circle and lady summons took care of snatching the imp back to hell.
She gifted lady summons in gratitude and hoping the goddess favour's her. It works to a small extent. Summons marked Leana and leaves as soon she came. Summons attempts to cast out others but it clear that those folks are welcomed here, are of divine trust or are local that belong to the area. She glared at the space, dropping the cover the undertaker team was hoping that hide them from her. She waved her hand to lift a prompt, casting sigil to enact within this place. They can see she can indeed acts and use it. They looked to each other in the long silence between.
"System change; Identity shift." She commands and the while screens of floating crystal dimmed into black. Inverting into the dark access. Many previous names are glitching. Even her creature morph as a crown among creatures controlling the undertaker kingdoms. The only two status she is; human of black label (no approach and no awareness) and Dune sand Merchant (Darknet rarity mythical and Secret keeper of the Cog oaths), "Merchant it is." She tuts.
Her human skin tints and shades into grey. Breaking age and soon cloth covering by the shadows pull around her. Her clawed hands breach into light, clicking the other setting adjustments and advert postings. She automatically filing as she should as a wicked under dark creature knew to screw a demon lord. She sent paid trades with dream creatures to spy for her and to whisper the needed secrets to foil Wrath. She closed the pane with a swipe notion. In a smooth sharing motion, all her personal items sunk into her storage. A suitcase packed at her feet. The paperwork in a leather brief case, tatter and loved with the years of being Pen-heart. In just brushing the leathers, her glitched mock demon appearance flickers alive. In the notification of both death noticing her hand work in his tomes and the court summons. Her pen-heart identity solidified, peeling her into a mock Clothus of a featureless face. Just to seal that deal, she removed the wax box; seals to keep her human traits of being alive into hidden from these spirit people. These god made materials became part of her.
"What are you?" plenty of weapons raised and at guard.
"Oh dear, I don't think your system has the concepts to understanding of how to label my soul." She speaks as they did and hears them as if they are humans. Meaning the seals and adapting worked, "At best, my soul came from the abyss of the unknown. I walk places you cant, the human translation." She clicked her tongue for that made them all jump backwards at the ready moment to launch.
She held over her jawline with deep thinking. Mostly that she was occupied by the messages through the transparent message board of her Nocturm. Just casting her presence has put threats and assassin requests to have her finished. There was someone stupid enough to request plainly to have her court cases placated with fake witnesses and discrimination against her evidence. To truly black mail her in all ways. But they just made it even easier for her. Taking copies of every single paid to Nocturm Darknet noticeboard; then being the master of the lands to erase all traces of these requests. Stamping them as 'completed'.
"Excuse me! Is there anyone here?" shouted from downstairs. She shook out of it, shifted instantly back to her human living life. Breathing in choking air. She follows on an autopolit, trying to save herself from this place in fire. The undertakers lowered with shock and just grouped with following behind her. She kicked a few burnt bits out of her way, slide hurting herself down the stairs. She makes it to the front door, someone brave soon pulls her to cleaner air and safety. She chokes from smoke inhalation. A Oxygen mask over her.
"Can you speak?" She heard and she barely about to form words with between gasps, "You have any idea what happened?" She shurgs.
"Mom's candle? Someone break in? I don't know. I was upstairs. I thought I was the only person home." She looked at how someone was being interviewed, "I think I know that guy. He checks up on my wellbeing" she looked at the cuffed guy, "Who the hell is that?" The person makes notes, "Or at least I know one of them means well and the other is a total stranger. I can't tell faces apart."
That detail is quickly written and the medical folks shuffle in. They do eye light test and basic cognitive check. She can understand parts of faces but put together is blurry. They take her heart reading and knew quickly she's not healthy.
"Not the Hospital again. Can I not?" She asked as the doors thud closed. They have monitors on her, "I have a police case number you may need to know about my health." She pats about and her phone out. The ET radios in asking about this and the volume was brought down. Whatever was just said made them look sad. They changed chooses, with opening the back doors again. Runner tells about her police number.
"You have to be kidding us?" Exclaimed but soon hissed quietly. The undertakers step around listening. Making notepad entries. The whole event putting as an abnormal event. She being given some painkillers that turned the world warpped in her human body. She soon lightly resting as they intended to. Her mask lifted spying instead.
"The norcotine mix in her blood stream has killed half the college she studies. A part mix of radioactive substance and a super cocktail putting kids into zombie state. Acting like they have rabis. She one the sceince kids that busted the teachers without being told about. Its meant to been kept hushed, but it will not be soon for the news to put public fears. Given they cant find where its being made and where this unknown radioactive material is sourced. Its put the goverment at red." Talking about it far away from her, but right in the shadows she has access of. Hearing it as if she was stood between the talking members, "Really its a mircale that she's sane and slowly dying with minimal side effect. Her blood rating is the highest of all the other students and seems least affected. Her family background checks out and she's not being groomed online. Just someone who touched the unfiltered source of this drug." That can be anything, but the flour in the pantry is looking suspect to her mental awarness, "The kids that been eating this stuff are in death beds. Half the level she is."
"Proving she's a fighter and maybe there something about it that isn't making her that affects as others."
"Its consistent. The ladies are the only set that lasting further. No medical tells for why this is."
"Maybe its a hormones inducing drugs." this is posed as a pontineal educational guess. They are much effort to protect themselves from exposure by the flames that could be kicking this potiental drug cocktail onto them.