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Hands may reach the lengths of space and time but it may not always pull back what it seeking. James was pulled to my universe in my place. Sent him to research study the creatures of my known time and space. I gave him my blood and a page. That was plenty to allow him interaction into my boundaries. He is a smart lizard man, he would know to avoid sorrows. He would do me a bigger favor doing this. Give the gods a taste of bad luck for the time being, even if Jasper did go animalistic and eat one. It not hard to soul remove.

I spend my time finishing my thoughts. Relaxing at this peaceful place. Giving myself some better treatment to recover. I am for sure aware that my universe is likely a singular hell landscape without me. Leave it to a reptile man to ponder the way logic reins my worlds.

Mr Death here is not at all like my book review pen pal at home. This guy isn't even a fancy for any sort of drink sharing. On the better days when I can talk to the soul of my death god title without much after thought by the the shell, we would review whole book universes of authors across our universe. He is a handy translator for dead languages and runic writting stories. I sort of actually miss the murderer. My death may hate my concept of erasing souls from space time completely and on off times will have my host tortured like a meat bag.

But for all gods to be equally powers and duty, this fella still screaming at the souls of other crimson creatures, maybe also a few wondering clothus souls too. This guy is so unintentionally annoying, his innocent in maybe ways, unaware of his words setting up for his own insults. A good thing this is the clothus realm of no time at all. What can seem like eternity for the guy to learn to insult things better will only be moments of suffering for me. At least that much I understand about time in the Clothus realm.

"I am bored of this spot. Come scream at some clothus instead." Taking this death by the upper arm. Dragged about as a doll and maybe at somepoint seated on my shoulder like a pet. I seated us both back in the Clothus copies of Jaspers works. Getting stuck in and lost to the knowledge of even more timelines and thier concepts too.

There is a world were monster folks and humans fought a war. The ashes of the fallen on both sides spurng the shadows of the damned to become physical forms among the living. These shadows were named hollow. Given that entire encyclopedia of Hollow sprang, the disease of revenging souls must have ravaged several surrounding timelines. The books have yet to be completed, so I ponder in a educational guess that the timelines of these creatures still exists too. Do they in fact have a Ender like me protecting their boundaries or is the universe self protective already? The more I read into what makes Hollows the more they sound like dream worms managing to eat living current space time. I am sure it can fix itself or adapt in accepting dream worms like that.

Ah, the chronicles of the Tricksters. That there will be the undertaker timeline branching I was worried about. Unfinished business. Very good. Nothing of my business. The souls has it all under concepts. Lost my tool in undertaker politics, I don't really feel bad for loosing the undertaker from my worlds order. Gods of my universe do enough screwing around. I end up having to put them in soul time out from time to time. The Odin incident was plenty enough of my awakening.

Living objects collection. Souled objects. Things that have obtained artificial souks such as machines. Things requiring souls in duty, such as the scythes of grim repairs and Clothus in visitation. Pardon? Clothus turn into living objects while in visitation to other worlds. Since when?

"Sir!" A rather large grown up Jasper rose from my doorway, "You must bring back these." A letter of goodies... several letters. Different Enders. Some from Twilight. My shattered James. Horus lost his eye to a clothus, very funny.

"You tell them to trade me with broken things. Things that don't belong. Say of horus ends up with 9 eyes due to time paradox breaking matters. You send those sorts of universe breaking stuff to me." This little Jasper throws a while bunch of stuff my way and lowered lost to my doors allowances.

"How does a god loose eyes?" Death beside me turned pale. Jasper has already left.

"It take to long to understand. You wouldn't understand." A travelers diary. Not a normal traveler. A god title soul who is aimlessly potting about time and space even because lost from this timelines need of him. Last entry was something about ending up on the opposite version of his existing current life. Becoming Lucifer of his new home timeline. When god of a neighbors timeline becomes yours to keep, I guess.

"When did we end up in the clothus university?" Mr Death whispered and still pale. I must have shelved a whole tonne, the weights of the books lifted off me. The musical clatter of many hard covers echoing in a singular. I drew in all my facets into a whole body, finishing the coping of books. My mind understanding my next steps. I knew who to pester now. I pat Death to the shoulder and threw him to return back from where I snatched the poor lad. I straighten up in a neat little mockery of one them.

Walking to the central chess board isn't hard. It's the political arguments to get there that would. But I am done with minds games. I have work to do. I only need to slap the kings of this place into shape.