Preaperations and twists

There are many strange buildings along the island of mages. All the biggest mansion homes are owned by the subsequent nobility whom control one territory and the main assistant that territory makes. This subject has been said before, family names whom have required tastes. The division of rich and poor is nore this distinction of whom is allowed close to energy gather points which are basically gate holes to other worlds.

Some worlds can be accessed for humans normally if the gap is strong enough yet do you really want to?

If the manifestations for the shadows of the damned being more visible around such doors doesn't freak you out. Then does the fact that those places beyond have measures to prevent human tainting it. The most common example is like being out right murdered by a story book characters. That is if you cross to far away from your life orgin. Manifest of horrors are not pleasant beings and speak the same garbled language. The sort of nonsense noise to put any demons in shivers or gods in discomfort.

Yet by law of some twisted meanings, those things too are soul creatures. They to have many versions of their own cultures, history, religion and even a grim reaper. This representation of a soul guider whom that deals in the horror flicks. A little uncomfortable fact of the matter is that this horror is the 'fear whisperer'.

It were having a difficult time with snatching a dead soul of a horror manifest, while interrupting the demon called Amsoday.

Amsoday is indeed the clever snake that Christians fight over being the snake that tricked Eve. The story humans have created and the actual way things work in distance realms is very different.

If you ask me, humans have this amazing way of prediting what happens to the gods. That the Gods dismiss the bibles and rants as nonsense to be praised for. There are a few high ranking gods whom know this to be fact and try hard to manipulate the outcomes by having god followers rewrite such beloved religious text (all in vain really).

The fear whisperer is a thing you may have encounter before a few times so far. Many times when humans overcomes their inner fear. The fear reaper is a shapeless shadow mass that hides from all pure sources of light and darkness. It cares little in maintaining consistency of eyes, mouths and body structure. It just easier to hide from both the human overcoming the fear and the preoccupied fear trying to stay alive a moment longer.

It has that notion of horror that the representation of pride from a certain popular manga series. You know, the story of two brothers in a world of transmutation practices. A interesting take of how some laws of other realms can be twisted to near realm breaking proportions.

Rant aside, fear whisperer has failed to be stealthy enough. It had the snaking twisted demon of great power begging to not be touched or looked at with so many eyes and drooling mouths. The beg was so unlike the great arch demnon that it throw a apple from the Eden garden tree. The apple was a distraction long enough for the fear that held over Asmoday was captured and taken into soul recycling.

The floor decays and up roots of many demon types whom want this dropped gods apple for themselves. To be snatched away by a local humanoid, out of reach of hell once again.

Asmoday is a clever slip tongue... trades a soul contract for that little bit of godly power. He wants the credit he deserves in impressing the higher boss (maybe even posion the competition with it). He is sick of little demon imps pushing luck with his territory. By his command, he summons a unassuming imp whom stupidly continues naming itself Trax. The apple is sealed for delivery in the best condition on arrival to new destination. Just for extra measure threatens some middle snobs to follow Trax until the apple is delivered to the intended recipient. Distrusting by nature, he watches what unfolds around little Trax. To point of begging mercy to the horror reaper of whispers. Cursing the entity of its interference in his plans. Asmoday let's stream out on the broken pile of dead beat snobs whom faulted him.

The whisperer among demons now dapped in the flesh skins of the fear repear was now able to temporarily solidify existence within holy church ground only. Borrowing energy from True Death's domain and the fear energy ate by shadows of the damn is the only way this was allowed. This imp crosses with taking seat on a back pew... waiting for the living followers. No... for the living whisper.

In the meantime of how smooth preparations to realm crossing is at near finish. I crashed myself eight times into doorway frames and hinged door areas. Even furnishings of lone standing closets and cabinets were out to poke my eyes out. I can hear the connective thoughts of other fragements of myself. Most strong is constant need to look from the corners of my sight away out of reach but close enough to neck me.

"James." I jolted in having a half heart attack. It been expected something else to happen, not for the private queens favorite servant to speak up. A nanny like mannered women... whom is the exact age as the Queen. Its like her voice or soul does not suit her body image. I can not say that to her, she would pull me by the ear and lecture me.

"Yes." I knocked my head again as I answer.

"You have a visitor from the church requesting you." I had that feeling that the fragment there said something to the follower of Omens. Whatever it was about, "My lady wishes for you to take the young baby prince with you. That you are soul responsible to protect. She beleive you going to a good place will benefit the baby prince." Oh wow... I have to carry him and protect him the whole trip. Its a good thing I am good with children... knowing I should be a child myself. But let's ignore that a moment.

"I will protect the young prince." The maid nods in agreeing, putting a few protective necklances on me, "No doubts that they are matching to the young prince wear." The maid nods and with putting the baby satchel of supplies to me too, "I will fetch him immediately before I leave for the king."

"Please be safe yourself, Crafter." hugging around me with the warm any parent or grandparent gives. It was nice... nice to be warm welcomed to someone personal space. I sometimes forget this. I got out of grapple, dash about for a last little collection of things the fey want to ward the prince with.

They gave me a better new woven bag for everything I am carrying, a backpack that has a pocket for the prince to be on my front and the supply of items on my back. A sort of turtle shelling armour about it. Soft to the inside. I have my precaution of adding layers.

I make it around to the nursery, stood short of the door. Hearing the king and brother arguing. I weren't the only one whom was stood arkwaed in waiting. The god the king follows in glare match with Inks. I stare at the two at the door with prolong notion of thinking how weird that they matched exactly how the other two are inside the room. I broke this staring contest in knocking at the door, knew I as ignored and just entered.

I walked between the king and the brother with going straight to baby Philip. I do my normal soft nattering at the child of long stinged nonsense that only this child would maybe know what I am saying. To be treated with a giggle and smile, and a babble of a replied nonsense. I boop his nose and have him into the fey nesting around me. I make sure his well dressed for the occasion, all the safe rune paints added and nappy clean.

"Just such magic to see your handling work." I huffed with knowing that voice all to well, "I take that you know where we are all going."

"No doubt. There is someone... some whom is actually waiting for me." I reply in his language and no care for the horror gasps of the two brothers, "Did you need me to guide you through the changed landscape?" I have no fear of staring into a sane thoughtful mask. Ink being arkward with his frowning smile. A poker face it does often. The shape twirls in snaps a bit and then unwinds, "You still haven't broken any of my trust. Even the fear whisperer watched you at work, pleased about it. Not sure if that matters but... whatever."

"Mmm... that does sound interesting. What is a whisper?" I narrow with staring at him... since he should remember. He does the same then really frowns, "Why are you not fixed?"

"Forgetting again... history is dull when repeating the wrong ways over and over. A pain we endure until the title of elder is cleaned away." The long blink of it thinking about that, "Do whatever needs done. That's the reason for why your here are all, remember?"

"Vaguely... I don't know if I like you." I shrug and ignore him.

"Are you all ready? You really that brave to... Well... never mind. Your choose." I was saying all that about Markus. His clothing choose were a little... unsuitable. He prepared for hell travel and was arguing about taking the prince straight there then detours through pure holy grounds for nonsense. The prince giggling and muttering at me front about inky.

"I know, sir. It is so forgetful. The adventures we both had with the ink of distorted horror." I was being serious in my reply with the baby prince. The long humm and babble, "Well to be fair, whom can blame the poor guy. His job is a disaster and more." The prince giggles at that.

I have no doubt that the prince is intellectually aware of my words and conversations. It seems that soul is tainted in awareness of being a ender. Highly likely that he is but of another timeline. Weird things like this happen quite often. This child being a ender of a torn timeline currently on restoration. I sigh guessing this is true to the king too... another ender soul. But a forgetful one... stabilized due to history patterns. I just wonder what ink is going to do about them or if his having a holiday. Its nice to step back from the canvas to see a bigger picture sometimes.

"Whose the one whom is host of the current timeline cloth?" Mark asks, I look about him with that oil sheen affect over him... and sigh.

"Should be the most pained soul... according to the universe. But like... there is this strange concentration of broken cloth timelines and torn soul tomes. Time is messed up in wrong ways. there being... how many enders?" I pause with Philip answering, "183... yeah. the crystal oath hunters." I look right to inks, "Your meant to be the bloody elder ender whom should be fixing stuff. The host is whomever you choose. The agreement among enders being to accept that your top dog. Its why no ender is killing each other." I take pause with Philip adding, "and the most broken and insane fools locked Twilight Saphires abyss pool. She doing well by the way. Misses us."

The huff of the four of them getting lost from the information. Philip mopes at them too, that annoyance of not being understood. He flutters about with wanting to leave. I do as he ask. I am the princes servant. We are fully geared up and we have caught in up with the fragement of me at church.

The royal Palace has a hidden passageway that cuts straight to the cathedral grounds, for royal privacy to prayer. This route is used a lot by the follower of omens and the other trusted God followers. The walk through was met with many such followers moving to the side as we walk through, perplexed as I informed them the king and his brother were at the children's nursery upstairs.

"Servant..." a pope figure waiting for the kings arrival.

"Forgive my use of such entrance but the queen would be pleased with me taking us through common streets to be here. I am simply to protect my master in his journey." I bow carefully with cradling the prince. The pope recognized that I was holding someone precious, "The will of gods is and always be mysterious to us." A prayer said often.

"In my blessing and at great honour, May the many or one guide the young one safe." A cast of blessing over the prince with a flick of holy water. The prince babbles annoyed by the nonsense, ignored as child infant babble. I bow again and took leave away. The pope at whisper to a clergy to watch us while here.

The hundreds of pews lining the ground floor full of common people at prayer or meditation. Side Chambers of church monks, nuns, priests and other faith popes. Every ornate pillar is carved of creatures and god images. Glass stained windows that illuminate everything on hypnotic patterns, illustrations of each religion symbolism and devote at praising gods. The grand vast space was a lot on the eyes of God statues and murals.

"I am so thankful that none of the glass golem want to attack us." I step right up to someone stood next to the follower of omens... a certain fella I felt to find. Covered in the drapes of another whom wanted to find me. Whom has managed to be rolling a large stone. I look about the stone with long confusion and shook off that question.

"I mean it takes 94 years of labour to reconstruct one. Melting glass into the panel, the paints from other realms base dyes and the ton upon ton of lead holding it up. The shaping cutting and forgetting what the window used to be... Oh man... so annoying." I slip right into conversation just fine that even the god in bird shape didn't realize I said it and not the demon in disguise, "Hows the flaming ashes of hatred and pain been for you?" the hand shake I have with greeting the demon and point out of Philip. Philip well impressed that my other fragements of my self being so independent living. A eye of the cloth opened to peer at Philip and he wiggles more excited about the fear manifest being here too.

"Someday we will be at war and it be annoying." The imp is no different to my height and age as expected, "I heard you both been plagued about with the ink fool."

"We know." I huffed and that carry of knowledge is passed without further words. The long annoyed share of sighing and now I know the stone is going to heaven grounds for some god bowl dish thing. Philip just now realizes about how broken I am, babbling how messed up I am, "You just don't know the half of it, sir." I reply indifferent to it, "Anyways. As performance for that just in case another cloth law book fools around. Trade is trade but no souls." I grin.

"Oh man. You been hanging out with soft feathers to long again. They been really up on some court battle there. Seriously nut case stuff. The contact among them is being ignored." I have my satchel opened and just giving it to the imp. The imp whisperer having exchange of carved goods in the ton amounts. Little token figures he needed for things. The drapes of the fear whisperer is also eating things and removing stone bits for me to carve new things with. This prolong trade event was finished at a satisfying deal hand shake. The handshake is more like a hunter of oath gestures hidden into a banter like game of patty cake.

"I feel left out of having no answers about this." The large bird of shimmering black feathers coos softly at his follower, "This might be one of the rare occasions that something it outside the knowledge of gods and man."

"It is." The imp is back to moving the stone crystal core around and walking we me guiding to the summoning gates at the locked back end of the cathedral, a place where God followers travel to God domains.

"Judge!" I shouted in opening the double doors. Excitement to see the scythe of final judgment in mock death god shape, "You need to visit Twilight some time. She would help sharpen you edges for you." I shouted this with ignoring everyone else in the room around the summon circle. The imp is totally aware of why they are all pouting at it.

"I have black sand and the fear has soul dust." the imp also careless of the amount of clothus, gods and followers here. We walk right into the crowd and peer at the corpse at the center of the broken summons. The share of thoughts between fragements with the eventually finding answer.

"Undead whisperer!" I gave my gestures and that of the corpse pulled itself to gather and sitting happy at us. A sort of stare that would be consider murder, in their ways of law would be happiness, "I am so disgusted to unsee you. Take this." I toss over a carving that took me ages to finish. The undead guy so happy to have to throws a knife towards me. The imp caught it and pockets it, passed me a exchange value. The undead guy stand and the burnt instantly in leave.

"Sometimes I wonder whom does a better job at keeping gods on toes about laws." the imp comments and I nod. Philip babbles and we snickered at that. He not comfortable with the existence of undead crossing over.

"Nah, the whisperer asked about 2 years ago that commission. He was expecting to pick it up today. The dream said so." I answer Philip.

"I fix this mess we broke." the imp move around doing so, "watch my stone delivery." I gave that beyond nod of agreeing and disagree.

"Oh, you being here explains everything that just happened." Sean towers over me with looking into us. He twitch with hate, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Ink to busy doing stuff that has nothing to do with me. He has mark as host." Philip also added to my words, "exactly." Sean stares at Philip and back to me. Confused, "Ink forgot too which is concerning. But like... ender. ender. ender." I pointed them out and the hiss of the crowds at me, "I am a ex-host of the elder. Ink meant to be the elder. The god title ran off to the time for something."

"Twilight needs you judging soul work for something." the imp shouting backwards and the nod from me and Philip.

"So... whats a is a whisper?" He asks, "Its making a mess of the soul tome."

"Did he say I was just bookmarking places?" I try to recall.

"Heading for categories." the fear whisperer smacks lips and give some few a heart attack. Philip laughing at them and babbling that he seen the god title whisperer in his tome looking for a cursed soul object for something. Sean massaged his temples of the mock human shape his in...

"Headings?" The grim reaper Sean is working beside... I think Sean is training this death god with the duty, "The tome of dead names has none."

"They are talking about the tome of soul names... not dead names. which makes sense for this freak." Sean annoyance is with pause to me. Looking at the fragements, "So why are you not like... Well... gathering yourself."

"The edge whisper is having a boarder war with the outside time realm neighbours. I heard from dream." the imp gasps at that news.

"Thats what the clothus was screaming at court about." in saying as he gasps, "A shame his going to be murdered." In connection of thoughts.

"So... what is a whisperer?" Sean asks.

"US. me. them. you know. Its a collective title that makes sense. We whisper to each other, regardless of boundaries and fragement status. Broken across time and space, set as temporary category headings for ease of researching souls. The tome itself doesn't mind. Its just upset about the god whisper leave to fetch things without consent or something." I have a strained headache from that.

The imp finished with fixing the summon gate and bowing to the goddess of summons. Pleading with offerings passed to the many hands in shape of a lady.

"I get now... its a title you been given to make sense of why and how you work." Sean could be anger at me anymore, but still passed with not fixing myself. He sighed in admitting he finds the heading helpful to, "What do I need to do if I meet another whisper and wish not to be attacked by it."

"The godslayer doesn't talk." the imp warns, "The fear is sketchy, no offence." the drapes sway in slightly. Back to his rock and tolling over to the lady of summons and his explaining of the stone destination. She scruffs head and takes it there for him.

"Most whisperer will exchange items for items. You put down what you want trading or sent to another realm. We deliver it or give a realm exchanged value of trade. The price is set regardless of what the destination is. We could even deliver lost scythes of fallen gods from where they are found to the vaults at no fee. We aren't idiots or jerks that want to be the cause of headache to oath hunters, enders and inks." I took out a carving, "So here is a example of what I mean. You know what this is." Sean plucked it from my hand and stares in shivering... putting back to my hand, "When one of them is broken by screwed up misuse of time, we are hired to source, imbue and carve. Its just a example." I put it away and take out four coins, "We have trade partners of souls whom are like me but in thier own realm twists. Saphires isn't the only tome creature to be highly aware. Folks from the broken tomes.... whom want things back together again." he takes the coins with look, "Throw a coin to a wall and a summon door is opened. Beware of laws and time skips. We don't recommend such way of travel. My way is safer... which is to hold the coin to the heart. You feel the way you must go... then you are protected and unbreaking of laws."

"Nice. Another potential customer... The Traveller Tavern of lost is going to be so excited." The imp rejoices. Philip asked about what that is, "A shop exchange point that is allows dream material be given to gods and fear manifests."

"The owner is a soul from a broken tome that uses a time watch instead of cloth weaving for history space existence." I added, "I was talking to them last night about a carving I was struggling to finish. they are going to inform the whisper of the area when it has a answer for me."

"Why?" the imp asked me.

"I don't know the measurements of oath cog identification credit. The war hammer worlds. I had also on the same problem with repairing and removing a enquistior from somewhere they didn't belong. That's what edge said." That is nodded in agreeing it being a problem.

For a long while with the arrival of the king eventually, the order of things carries on. The imp leaves to met us somewhere else again. The gate through to some other realm is open for God followers like the king and omens to go. I stay back from leaving with the crowd. Smiling with that young hand reached out waiting for me.

I let the angelic strength pull me and Philip through, skin tattoos of entry by visitations. This was the only way a angel is allow guide a godless human through here. The mark is a rune blessing that halos me and him.

"Feathers!" the handshake greeting now that I was on his side of the door and quick to exchange a whole ton of things with the feathers. Trade is including feathers of fallen or missing action angels. He gives Philip a blessing and a lot of God gifts in forms of objects and skin tag runes. I needed to changed the nappy anyways so it was a good time to.

"I don't even know where to start asking." I looked up to a very strong solider... his wings of golden red hue and the uniform is military. He was sent to find us using a table to sort the prince out. The prince all sorted and back into the nesting on my chest.

"Its a honour to met a archangel like you." I greet with a hand shake, "I am the living whisper. I am the servant of the prince of mage society. I am a long time trade partner of Grey feathers."

"I don't if it a wise thing to tell." He worried.

"I have been guiding him safe since he was reborn. I know my duty as a watching protector of humanity. Due to the abnormal stances of... Well their soul. It must be fate that I am to continue like this." Grey feathers answers, "regardless of human beliefs. I will prevent him from falling. Teach the good path of laws."

"Then you have my faith that the Lords willed it be." the archangel seems accepting of this weird friendship of the fledging and the young human. That the words has made sense and swayed him. I poke with pointing put a direction.

"We better catch up." Items put away and in hold hands. The three of us left the archangel to his wandering thoughts.