She frowns in how the tome forced itself, bursting to throw pages across the room. The Shinigami ducked evading the burst. Arthur was soon a part of stopped time by force, dropped his human shape and into his ender form. He covered his ear in pain, the pitching of a soul is unmistakable. The undertaker drew together and flee the human world to the disc gates. She the least affected by it, soon slaps the book to the counter to shut up. The shock of hard love worked to quiet down.
"Alright, without screaming at us. May we see the pages that are hurt?" She speaks so smooth and lacking humanity behind it. But this command was balanced and the tome was able to get its act together. Turned on over to abnormal realms page, in a segment of tomes that concerns between death realms. The biggest problem was the death gods blade through the language lettering, cutting the words and breaking the bonds. She just felt she figured something from the half inked entry. She postures over the ender and used his access, and sure plenty. She presented this removed true titles. The ender takes the tome of the true title gods and knew what to do, slowly at her.
"I don't do anything against your wishes. You are the master Ender of this tome." She gestures respecting him.
"Damage control the slip." He tells her and she nods, "No editing anything, only the tome repairs." She nods again, "Look after me." She softly bows and the title being slips shadows. She turns with the Shinigami.
"You are not going to use human sacrifice to repair the tome?" He asked.
"I came from the abyss and crossed the lands of dreams, phobias and nightmares that make hell scream." She gets up to the kichten, walks across with kneeling to put Arthur in a better comfortable position. The tome floated after her like a toddler begging for a plaster on a small cut. She gets Arthur resting his head to her lap. And then leans pulling materials; the air magic itself turned by taboo clothus materials, the leftover torn remains of previous world magic and elements and stripes of unknown creature skin flesh. A demon skin from a recently is making the best use at this moment. Her claws scissor away the materials to thin sheets to fine tissue paper. She lifted the ink to float the air but is able to repair the parchment tome itself. The shinigami sits across with turning pages holding parts down or aliging the language back along the page to how it was. The language and bonds broken and untampered. Just the physical placing of these things stabilized onto surface. She tilted hearing the true god use the tome while soul editing, the distance whispers of the ender tone remarks the death of True Death.
"This is the best we get. I dont have enough materials of this realm to continue the lesser damaged layers. I will have to make some trades to continue." She checked over the lesser layers in what souls that are at risk of slipping. She makes many mental notes of what they are now and potentially what changes could. She eyes up how may realm chapters this crosses, knowing this made a distorted gate from one tome edge through to the prick through hole.
The energy transmission and lives this knocks. She however slowed in wondering how phantom pages of her living world are filtered through, the toxicity passing these holes and the sterilizing it does as a result. Not blood out of universes colliding. She softly felt over the phantom pages with pondering, able to read the empty broken striped surfaces. Bleached and stain removed of inks. Just impressions of what was barely pressed there.
"Stop that." Shinigami hissed.
"The phantom pages are empty, there are no souls or soulless written there. I know those lands." She softly closes the tome, "Are we ready for unease?" She asked.
"Leana!" Omens snarls, "What have you done?" She looked to the Shinigami and it stands. They began speaking between them. She started painting protection seals over Arthur, the last of the runic clay made makeup based crayon. She was suddenly released with a throw hand of the Shinigami. Raven looks around confused. She softly wraps Arthur's eyes with abnormal cloth to aid him with perspective against hidden dangers of her world. Hoping he detect the abyss creatures before he got ate.
"He is OK. He is just sleeping." She pulled Raven down to their level.
"A swear this is why... he suffers insomnia and narcolepsy. I am glad you caught him in time. Normally his already landed in bad postures." She frowns, "He did anyway? It can't be helped. You tried to." They work together with picking Arthur up, and getting him to the sleeping room. She hangs a few additional things to the dream catcher that Raven has. An incense stick lit at the soft tray. A comforter and chair at bed side.
"I will handle this." She pats Ravens arm, "You sort out food stuff." She reclines getting comfortable to the nurse chair, "Or anything else that needs doing. I am sure you got work to do." He sits to the bed across from her, brushing Arthur softly in checking. He was checking over the seals and nods impressed. He faces her and smirks.
"The moral of Omens or the city of the dead? And not sometime more romantic that isn't about dying." He voiced.
"What? So you want to marry in London or Ireland?" She crossed her arms, "Heaven forbid Wales with long bows." He genuinely laughed and yet knotted up in how personal that stung, "If you want the unfiltered turth of who we are to each other. By all means, I trust you. I forgiving you a long many lives ago. I would even say I own my everything because you care for me." She takes his hand, "But you stand to loose Omens and your humanity if you dug that deep." She traces the inked tattoos that matched them, "I am just some stray girl you were ordered to use. Train her to be a double agent. Yet in the end, we both made mistakes, regrets and pain. It has been so long, those wounds dont matter and those lives are meaningless to our current way." She softly started letting go.
"You are going no where. You are exactly where I need you." He held her harshly in keeping the grip, "Do not leave. Do not escape me." She tilts a little confused but she shrugs this off as another one of his odd times. He has these moments as an ender, treating her as a safety blanket or close protection doll from whatever wears deep in his soul. She is as guilty for doing these sort of strange snaps with him, so its fitting for a street to be both ways.
"I do wonder which one is the monster sometimes." She smiles in her natural way and long deep gazing through him. She felt all his name of his place in tomes and briefly crosses the same set of missing pieces. His undertaker soul lettering is missing, lacking the alphabetical soul history that carried these gaps. She however isn't concerned as she has already found these parts to a duty tome. She however does carry awareness that his duty as an undertaker part of his soul doesn't exist in ths current universe. That that duty tome is only barely attached to the living world with bleached tome pages. The plague tome that ripped out all the afterlife. She does know that there a good chance of humans existing normally in underground cities away from the toxic surface. That undertakers could hide among and therefore be.
"What was it like when you frist seeing the gods and other beings?" Raven voices seems causal but his still knotted and held back. She shuffled in the chair and offers him to share the seat. It's massive for the purpose of being a bed side chair. But likely he got this big chair due to always accidentally sleeping in it while waiting for Arthur's condition to improve. Raven actually replaced better, habits of preference maybe. Whatever the case, she thinks about her answer deeply.
"I was afraid. I was left without explanation or a teacher. I hardly knew how to live, let alone the life after death. Naive assumptions about the worlds I came to without experiencing death. I went to many worlds as a living human without protection of a god. I did what was told by the tome, a thing that didn't care that I broke rules for even reading the content inside. But I had to read it to write those things if was told do. My frist life was consumed with being the hands of the tome. No questions asked and dragged around. A scared little girl that didnt know who was saving her and who was using her." She leans away because it was pure from her soul and it hurt her saying it.
"I did a lot of things not knowing it was wrong. The tome didnt care. Only that I did the writting like I was told to do." She shook, "You didn't come into my life for a while. When you did, you were just a guy in a black uniform. Spying for your monarchs order. By my second human life, of which I still never died the first time, you intervened in stopping me from disruption of some argument between an angel and a demon. Kept me around as a pet. You taught me a sterilized and careful version of the afterlife. I died in your arms. I recall you were so mad at me for being so ignorant and trusting. But I finally know what pain of death was. And my next sets of lives tumbled there. I gave up a few too. Unstable." She finds herself pulled into his embrace, and accepted just leaning into him for this hug. She wasn't sure to continue talking, "I guess with how many worlds I crossed. Enslaved to the clothus by curse. And the things they force me to do to one page of the index. Yes one page. I made sure you ran away with the rest of the book. I cursed you with that. But it was much wiser then letting the clothus break the entire book. On the most smartest things I had ever done. Although when I bought back my soul name and freed from chains, it was just that page left. Just my name left." She felt drowsy, and its likely the incense and this comfort.
"It was worth hunting down the existance eater, tearing all those souls free from the torture. So many tomes. So many pages. So many lives, deaths and beings I promised to do right." She completely drifted.
"How dare there be anyone to decide the fate for us! We are free willed! We have our own chooses!" Such an up roar, a makeshift realm of shards to other places. A half job of barely kept together beings. Seats so many damned that can speak freely and gods titles that hear them. This broken realm of so many fragments of memories and souls. Outrage is the theme and outrage is the energy across this entire existence.
"So you're all just so mad about being saved from being erased?" The ender title seated as the sort of judge and spoke that shot straight through these bodies.
"We lived, dead and were resting. Our souls were in sleep. The universe was on break."
"But it wasn't." The ender huffed, "One entire tome chapter was still active, still had active souls living and dying. One entire set of worlds from a desolate universe was about to break all the other parts of the book if it wasn't returned to the tome correctly. You are all angry for being woke up early and shuffled into the correct soul density?" And that was it, the room rupture into slaughtering itself. The ender sat back with a headache, letting these souls duke it out onto there was sense. Although he was looking fed up.
"I should have just let the last page of the index crumple and dust. Feed it to the same eater of existance that broke you all." She couldn't help her voice ring out and she looked at her own hands, the tome of this place rested, "Nothing mattered. All those things that made your souls didnt matter. It was just a stupid thing that was empty and useless. All those religions that came and gone. Worlds and history. Traditions. That stuff that made you who you are. It was just a joke." She holds the tome hurt with a hug, "I should have just gave up."
Sure most of the room faces her and many went for her. Yet none reached, they were piles at her feet, the wisps of someone around protecting her. The ender huffed glad to see both his hosts here. And with more help.
"This is the stomach realm of the snake surrounding the death realm. This is fragments of the god worlds of my tome, still active and have sway over things that mattered. Yet here they are wallow and blind." Explains it to everyone. Arthur's Ender shape steps around and sits beside the title of her worlds. They exchange tome souls and a bunch of bits. Her inventory of so many materials was part of it. Written out of the ledgers. Still she held the tome of this fragments place, waiting to be told what is desired.
"There isn't anything left." Hissed.
"There is 130 countries underground, a human settlement on the moon and four side realm that work as heaven, hell and two between crossings." The title of Ender hissed back, "There still live and death. Still humans blindly praying for salvation. For the sake of trying to wake you freaks up, there still existance you are responsible for. I dont care that your grumpy from a half nap. The world is about to be soulless if you continue ignoring the very worshipers that love you." The room flexed with stammering shock.
"And I just knew that she would find a way to save these fools." Curiosity in full uniform steps from a disc dust gate, "Keeping me and my promise safe." Crossing the slain, and steps into himself. Returning whole. She sensed the tome shuffle in fixing the name changes and the realm around them. With Raven being also Curiosity; that emptiness was gone. That small bit of conversation before fallen into sleep has seem to rung in his for thoughts, distracted totally with how much that turth consumes him.
"Leana, will you give him the tome?" The ender asked.
"Sure." She steps softly and close with checking over her partner, "Are you alright? You seem much better back together like this." Brushing his hat on him with a smile. Her other hand placing the tome gently to his hold. She made his hand hold the tome tightly, as he stuck all frosted foot, "Did my ranting at you shake things? I have always been talking to you. You just never hear me." She tilts, "I guess I talk so much that you stopped listening. Come along now, we have the tome index pulling back together. Let them be angry with me."
She was held tightly closer, feeling her pulse and life of breath. A unsteady surprised heart beat. He hugged around her just as much as he did the tome between them. With a sigh of releif. The title they shared as ender tuts like this fool can't stop being clinging for things this soul grabs most for. The self aware mask made a huffed tilt of knowing and understanding why Curiosity is why he is. Arthur leans confused seeing disconnect of title and the pair hosts.
"I choose both of them as my host. I found jumping bodies when time reverted back and forth was convenient with two hosts. It makes jobs like tome repairs from page world to tome space easier to repair. I see where the damages are from her eyes and his hands to manipulate the outside factors. Over time she gained uses with abyss creatures and his ties among the gods got messy. Yet still it is a world for me. Not for all beings to attempt. Even the gods fight their hosts." Atrthur nods at this and tilts even more confused.
"Given our tome was broken into two halves. Two hosts had a side each. But it meant the title itself became self aware and experienced of things. It makes its own moves." She huffed in retort, muffled with Curiosity chest in her face. But it was hear and understood.
"I can go back to my place." Among the few gods that actually live their lives and duty with gratitude. Some souls are best for what they are. And plenty more are little go of the anger and rage being woke up. It just left the the soured ones. The ones felt wronged. From something beyond the contorls of anyone, still they blame and sneer. And back to 'killing' each other. Arthur and the ender bagged these stubborn souls in a container. Left these souls in the tight space to settle the difference between themselves. Carried carefully out of here.
"Do not let me go or leave me." From this being squished with a tome at hands. To waking to the living world. Holding his hands. Squished on the massive chair. Hugged all the way around her waist and soft breathing down her neck. She couldn't help but turn bright red finding herself this way.
"This is the most attached I have ever seen him another then Omens." Arthur awake too.
"I should be honored but that doesn't bow well with this life and its compilations. I am the blood of two annoying cults. Both sides likely want me dead or a pawn." She softly huffed and feels squished tighter. It only makes her blush harder.
"It doesn't matter what your background is to him." Arthur smirks, "You can be a queen of Nightmares and he wouldnt bat an eye."
"Seriously? You say that as a joke. You do know what my other names are. Right?" She less red with trying to be serious, "Do not make me give you a tea visit." Managed her left hand to tell him off with. To find that wakes Raven, snorting at that.
"And be glad its a tea visit and not one her repair jobs on your soul." He adds, "Breaking human shape and being ate whole is something you dont need twice repeating." He also posed his left hand with articulated over hers to use her hand to jab too. She back to blush again.
"You have your own bedroom." Arthur huffed.
"And the last time I left you unattended, you bleed across to the bathroom and sleep in your fluids in the tub." Raven huffed annoyed.
"Yeah but being stabbed with a god slayer claw does affect both human and damned sides. He was bleeding both bodies." She tuts, "Been there. Held my stomach together for so long. Its a habit now." Raven frowns knowing she been through such misery without him, he actually very aware of all previous things and very much what happened to her when his not around. Petting her head in soothing and pity. She puts up with that.
"Can we go get food and what time is our study class?" Arthur alerts.
"The general classes already started but the private tutoring is after then. We have about two hours for then. Its enough time to change, wash and eat." She spoke up, "In fact... not to be that person." She winks, "Pardon me. What's the timetable today?" She shouted. From the corner of the room a smart device blips with a light. It thinks through.
"Good afternoon my lady. You have three noble mage families to speak to. The tutoring course at 4pm and a special reminder set at 6pm for a royal dinner meal. You have four unopened mail and a client cue in Nocturm."
"Most grateful, can I have a nickname to ask through this device?" She waits, "I am even paying you wages? Would you like being paid wages for this?" This blips the device twice.
"In your service, Mistress Trixie. Helix is my call." It shuts off from there and she thinks about that.
"Oh, that right. I did set up the AI that became aware from the Helix data to become the administrator for the Darknet." She punched into her hand, "All safe crystal technology and storaged across the soulless tome."
"She owns Nocturm." Raven voiced at Arthur, "The darknet is where you buy spare ink, lost relics and corpse parts. You have to go to her directly for tome page and jarred souls. The exchange of scrap anything from paper to pests. Scrap metal to unknown world currency." Raven smugly advertising for her the services that she does. The proud husband of his rich and famous wife. She wiggled eventually out of his grip.
"I am getting into some proper clothing, a cold shower and maybe even dye my hair." She pinched Raven, "If something happens, crash into the bathroom like always yeah? Damn stalker." She lets him free and he giggles at that. Arthur looked disturbed by how far along this relationship is before him.
"Your married on paper. Your total strangers otherwise."
"Leana never changes. She loves her pets. Empathetic towards hurt lost things. Has this way to trusting of souls." She shook with leaving the lads. She barely moved past, with knowing had to she take Ender mask they share. She wear it while bathing, her mind rattling of all the typical pet owner concerns. Such as which of her five dogs will be stung next. Which of her cats is going to destroy a world that she will have to repair as a result. And the handling of what to do with the remains of the snake they gutted the gods from. That snake is by laws a dead being, but double death. It doesn't have the soul passage to rebirth in this world. So its on her to eat that soul and carry that burden. It is a deep aching pain of loss. She feels as just morning of losing the snake as it would to be for any close members.
"Here you are." Her spirit side is also taking a soak, seeping into a clay mineral source. Her mask as been at door work in the dream lands and her kingdom this entire time. She multitasking to keep herself from trouble and maintaining her presence. Making full of her darker sides reputation. The ender mask taking a healing bath as her the host. She reclines deep under the surface as both bodies, connected as on soul. Healing and feeling all her aspects. There is a background of emotions she has bottled inside and without harming anyone particularly.
Those was a good use of it. Leaking this emotional charge of held back feeling while under the water surface. Feeling all the spirit parts of her body flex and bend to release this. All the caking dirt, soot and layers of ash traveling in not so nice realms washed away. Fragments of energy and souls she didnt know she still clings with are fallen from her. It is also the ender title whom also becomes cleansed by this active pond. All the years of dirty sins and hard graphing to repair things. From whole encrusted with gemstone mosaic it repairs to concert Romain style. Its true shadow was stentched with death, ashes and blood. This pool has completely reached layers of clean that the ender never knew felt it needed.
That clearly purity pond was now a poisoned sludge. A perfect clay workers dream. She felt refreshed leaving the pool and so many jumped in after her. Thinking they won ticket to being alive. She only looked back in how they melted in all those emotions and stuff that created that pond. As a spirit she returned back to her crystal sleeping tomb, sealing herself in while her living world self rushed up to draw breath from the bath water surface. She sits up staring at how dirty she was before. She had to use a salt cake as a skin exfoliation. Citrus fruits over eyes and use a mayonnaise hair mask for a bit. She had to empty, clean and refill the tub again. Collecting the waste from going into the drains and instead jars it away. She was fine with laying back under to clean the mayonnaise and use proper soap this round. Soaking in oils and minerals.
"Dear wife." She heard knocking at the bathroom door. However it shouldn't be that clear. She is under a tub of water. She suspects its omens pretending to be Raven. She also held this bad feeling. There a stranger with a soul she hates. The knocking gave way to beating that door. Meaning her salt line has played a key aspect of preventing them. She lifted out of the surface with almost indifferent at drying her hair and body. Although the door banging was rhythmic, she was able to carry into makeup foundational layer and the overly complicated corset.
"Look the last time someone that wasn't him barged into the bathroom. That demon was skinned and ate on the spot." She flatly spoke an monotone match of her undertaker voice. Startling the door kicker to stop, "Harm the tome pages, one more time and the same thing will happen. Stripped of soul, skin and valuables. Chopped into quarters and fed into the meat market. A pound of human flesh sells highly." She hears nothing alarming after that.
She able to finish her time. All styled up at the mirror, makeup runic protection adjustments and fitting comfortable grey style. As she promised she would; her hair was dyed into a hypnotic neon colouring trend. Vivid unique and is out spoken pride about it. She uses her left hand on exiting the bathroom and stares of how nothing is out of place. So she takes through a time frozen living room. Omens is arguing disapprovingly with a bunch trying to sabotage her marriage. Omens doesn't want his follower heart broken by unfounded lies.
"Did I not say that human flesh is highly priced on the market?" She boomed across all and she snaps fingers with breaking time pause. It is her in contorl of everything, "Trespassing. Tampering of legal documents. Forging a fake mimic of my personal sealing authority. The attempted murder and the false Identification in sigils verification process." She gave one wave and all these folks were listed onto the potentially dangerous criminals charter. She went a little extra flick to put them as lowly merchant trust ranking, label them as poor quality negotiations and access denied into Darknet.
"How dare you!" The attempts to slash her with a strange knife. It grazed across her forearm and left a sizzling acid.
Acidic smell. This person is knock cold by Raven. It was the last guy in the room that was standing.