Progression steps to Careers for the future.

"Welcome to a new year. A new turnover. From this point onwards will impact your future and how you will learn will be divided into the classical national recognised subjects that other schools have. You are all expected to take English and Mathematics but the other subjects are down to your skills and interests. You will need to be considering that these are the stepping stones into a career outside of school grounds."

The new teacher was brought in from another school, importantly they don't have the sight most students exhibit. This teacher has had real-world experiences. Any odd habits created from the internal school environment are about to be chopped away by this strict teacher. Given that Lea has the past life experience with such standards, this was a normal teacher for her - not as strict as the other students' views. To her, it is a bonus that this teacher is utterly blind from any spirit types, so any interaction with ghosts is going to be reprimanded from doing so. That was the sort of thing she expected from this school and is finally seeing implanted with the national curriculum.

"Do not talk while I am talking!" So it begins the hard way for most students. She had even sighed at being used to hearing that phrase. This teacher was right to it, making a bunch of folks stand up and be told off as talkers. Ridiculed by being caught red-handed. The students have to learn to be normal. Show no signs of being abnormal. This teacher has them all sit down now with ringing ears.

"There is no room for nonsense. You need to consider the way you conduct yourselves and how you should act in a workplace environment. You aren't going to stay here forever." They knocked on the board, "The subjects that are on offer are going to be limited. If there are enough students, that subject with getting proper funding. If there isn't enough, you will have to expend that cost to your families for private lessons." Nods by the vast majority in understanding that. There is plenty of people looking into Science, Geography and Sociology. There was a clump of minorities in Art painting, performing art and photography. Three or four individuals is asking for private tutors in subjects not offered.

"Pardon... just a few students need these." written letters to certain people. Lea is one of them. As expected, her father's side has already chosen her. Gladly it's things she is good at and enjoys. But there is four other classes that she was never told about.

Although they are self-explanatory; Cult study, Charms making (making candles, powders and any sort of tools to fight the unseen), Religious Study (It would seem this is a depth study from the demon and angel perspectives), and lastly is noted as 'Otherworlders Laws study'. Everything that had to do with the undertakers or the spiritual side. She notes that they have her letter on yellow paper, so it was recognised that she was dyslexic by them. She sees there is a notice that she was being asked at the end of this study period to stop by a private tutor's room.

She lets her mask side finish reading any hidden notices while acting like focusing back on the teacher. Several students waved the papers notices and are excused. She lets the teacher conclude the current speech and then joins those needing notice of leave. She waves her note like others. Excused all the same. According to her mask, there was a study introduction taking place as soon as she receives the notice, which was while a lot of them were leaving as they did. There were her older siblings even waited in the corridor to guide the selection to where they are heading.

"Any need to preparation to walk to the other side?" The eldest was one of the few that doesn't allow his bais or annoyance with her to affect their relationship. He keeps things strictly business, the older she is. He was the first to recognise she kept strictly business from the start.

"I would need to swap a few things." She states, "I promise to be quick as the tome allows." She was honest that there has been interrupts due to the books fuss for things. Her wording made him sigh, understanding that she wasn't trying to be a problem.

"I have to accompany you to the dorm then." She shurgs at that.

"Just don't get mad by the god eaters. They love plucking nerves, literally." She steps fast in taking the shortest route, which at points freaked him out. His never used these short cuts due to being a interruption to any demons working in the paper offices or just discomfort for passing beings with auras. She snatched his hand as they zip past the demon tree in the outer courtyard. She had even said something snappy to it. They both signed in once through double doors. She didn't bat an eye about the many undertakers hovering the corridors. She was just quick at dragging her sibiling past everything and straight through to her room, blocking some demon from entering with them.

"You are nuts." He concluded, shivering at how they just ignored a death god. He was about to lean when Loki landed at his feet and hissed in a squawk.

"Loki. Enough." She snaps her left hand fingers and Loki settles. Complains but settles. She throws what she has to into her backpack and blocked the book from slaping her face, "I didn't ignore the lord of death for nothing. You told me that if I am going to interact with higher gods then I need the things." She pokes the book floating in the air. It shuffled at thinking about this. It relaxs in how she was dressing too, putting on appropriate formal clothing. She doesn't time to care about her brother here. Not the first time she changed in front of strangers. Gladly a god eater with the fingers to do it, helps tighten the overall dress. There was lacing on both sides. She had even time to add the charms into her hair, up in tight buns so it wasn't in her way. Long hair to the waist was just always in the way. She marks her calender with notes and glared about how her mask side has something about today. She grabs the undertaker weapons that her mask collects, adding them to her outfit.

"Right?" She asks her book. It flows pages all over her, paper masking every surface. She was ready.

"Clearly you don't need classes." He notes with getting up.

"You represent the family. I represent the tome. We aren't the same side, in spite of what everyone assumed." She waved him to leave her room. He frowns but moved on. She slams the door closed with locking it from anyone entering or exit. She had even smiled to Death that crossed arms at her, "The way Clothus handle death is not the same as humans. That's your first mistake and second... He is now a keeper of a section. Clearly a section that death and life are not allow access to. That's their choose, not me. I am just the index." She growls low in a whisper. Death posed a hand to his chin at processing why she said those things and what her point is. Her deep scowl for this subject had answered a lot the god came here for.

He waves at summoning the tome and shows a section, more of that influence that prevented god sight is spreading. She brushed the page and the streak she left behind was visible, dirty even. She inspected the feel of the residue, her mind clicked at what the calenders was meant and why this was.

"This is to protect you from something that's is happening on those pages. If anything..." She wipes her hands clean on something her mask passed to her, "You don't want to know." Death crosses arms back to square one, "I am not translating what it was just saying is the better answer." She wave the book to return closed and back to death, "You have enough nightmares to worry about. You don't want something to make things worse." Death seems disliking to this refusal but he was powerless to change her mind. For now, death followed her just as so many spirit people are anyways. She was following her eldest half blood brother to the class they were meant to be at. Signed out at the dorm exit. Heading to the church annex, the route he was comfortable with. She would make many whispers to satisfy as many folks to leave her alone long enough. It was busy. The spirit of the tome has left her to do its job today. It was busy with whatever the death god was here to complain about. So now a ton of spirit people have to ask her for access or information that she has access to.

"And last to arrive is..." The general archangel glares. He had even twitched a moment to nearly grab for a weapon. For once she had the initiative, she throws her right hand and grasps closed on some weapon that wasn't visible to anyone. As she draws it to close the distance from the old man's wings, the veil the protected any sight was cutting. A long staff shape, a dark plastic or charring wood handle. He flexed just narrowly being missed, glimmers the scythe edge which ripples skin in proximity. She had intent to kill, and the stand off was putting everyone to back off.

"Stop, please." That was a demon lady whom should been the one to wear the wings. The good deeds of this demon was plenty for show neutral stances. The unnatural and unorthodox weapon is shrunk to better suit her mock undertakers outfit, her mask showing the scars that been chipped off her face. This wasn't the time to hide her scars.

"You have my personal respect. I hope you keep him in check." She stands alone, "Grandmother." She wasn't like the other Seers. She was the black sheep. How she turned weapons on someone with greater titles was clear show. Here all the younger Seers and some few cursed students, they all gulped in shock of her actions.

"Lady Tricky." She sighed at this use of her name, she leans using the scythe as the pole to stabd with. She inspected those that approached and how they grovelling, "Please. Can you explain the situation? What happened to the souls?" The pages that are underway with... ugh. that. She can help her disgust at knowing, "Is it truly bad?"

"Oh everyone is just dandy. No soul to my knowledge is in any dire issues... well at least those pages are as they should be soon. Any scary things in the meantime are... well." She throws her left hand at dismissing such assumptions, "Besides whatever pleases the books. You know? Indulgence for the poor books not allowed to have fun with interactions. It's like once in a blue moon chance that it gets to have play in a realm inside the boundaries."

"Wait..." Death jolted at that, "This is the tomes doing?"

"I don't have the lifetime to explain. Plus the book with literally snatch you through a gate and scream at you if you did know. All I know is that we just let the natures way of things do the stuff. If you don't like it. You were always welcome to just leave. They don't stop anyone leaving or entering. They do however enforce the laws needed for internal or external passing." She caught a book that was thrown her way, "See this index is the god eater section. Them folks are all you have to convince." She tucks this tome away, like magic pockets.

She takes stop with how she knows it was the book telling her to stop there. She puts on that bleak doll stare, soft smile that could be a frown. Death had enough words to seem to get on with business. He left this gathering for now. She takes her stare to how the grandparents are explaining their parts. The angel explains laws of heaven. The demon explaining hell. They further added that they are both the cause of the precursor of the Seer curse. They make arkward dots to how utterly mute the young keeper is being. After all, she actually the teacher in this situation. She the undertakers representative, or she was meant to be. There is a pair of undertakers here to take that teaching place.

"Little miss." She twitched in slight anger of the undertaker king, she had even a moment to shuffle her feet. She doesn't bow to him, exactly telling that she wasn't happy with the man. She stays mute and keeping her gaurd up.

"You're being beyond rude." A living sibiling makes fuss and went to push her. Thier hands went through her. She didn't even feel them.

"We are quiet mad at the moment." She states at the king, "Not only did you tamper with the page. You mishandled the book. It seems adding more chains isn't enough." She echoed in both living and death voices. Everyone is impressed by that talent. Yet... there a sort of third voice about her, "How dare you tamper souls! The universe has made it clear that it can not handle a punishment for you. Now we are granted something because of you."

"What are you doing?" A near by protector of the mortals unveiled to be speaking in this same voice, "This is breaking rules." The sort of folks that stay hidden to protect the balance of living and dead. Mostly higher then normal ranking undertakers or local gods that are worship by current ages.

"So does smashing souls." She waved her left hand at making that point, "He didn't exactly do something that has a rule within this boundary. Yet this rule is a multiverse keeping. Smashing souls is been banned within the allied territory. The punishment that awaiting this fool is one devised by the elder universes."

"Why was I not told?" A local soul collector or as many call a grim reaper was angry too.

"Which part? Just consider how many pages we have spare for reason. Lost broken tomes. From idiots like this." She glares upon the king, "He is no worse then the clothus I have prevented crossing our boundaries. Enslaving names is a taboo practice. To used such things as to smash souls." She tilts with that deep feeling grasping through the hearts. It was like she had hands holding tight in their souls, "It be no different to misuse of the core index. Such punishment is the same. Did you know that you did wrong? Were you confused that you didn't fall as a sinner? Did you think nothing of it? Just hoped that the accident would go away." This was making those around gasping for air, she was affecting the living land with the depth of abilities.

"Why is the punishment misuse of the tome different to the act of say I were to kill a living person in my hands? Wouldn't it be the same?" The king makes a point.

"The external laws are... well the principal of them doesn't have concept in this universe, yet. Once this place has been established better... the punishment would be no different to a dead murdering the living. Yet because this land in a newborn universe, it hasn't the established laws as it should. Some things are not finalised as votes soul laws yet." She was right with her explaining but the issue was her terms doesn't have definitive understanding. She speaks to broadly for them. There no sense grasping the understanding.

"Then why are you aware?" The lady demon cutting in, she had cast several spells that was undoing hold of the humans. She was trying to ground this girl back to reality. Sadly the girl knows what she's doing and aware of reality to the living world. She was just this influential over many. The girl has no choose, she brings together her hands. In a clap, time paused. The area around glitches, her living body was all the more clearly being nothing but a puppet. Her soul was so much more then a body can take and currently a real limb of her soul was struggling hold over the king, snarling at every breath. Presence in a land of the living, when a creature shouldn't be.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am the one that devours lost pages. I was once a lost speck in the cosmos of many universes. We all were. But a war with the dreams and reality came to clash in many universes. Born creatures that were both dream and living. Became was there dead with ethereal bodies - named clothus. The counterparts are folks like me. My race designation is actually called Crimson. Crimson souls are outer universe beings. Yet... A small piece of me is human. I am living little girl in the veil of this universe. I am a paradox, both in and outside. This universe is still growing, still to young to cope with things like me. Still to naive to handle soul breakers like this undertaker king. It can become crushed by such careless use. Smashed souls are unstable, they can unwittingly break things that protect humans. Breaking the veil boundaries between dreams and reality." The king is picked up, "I see that my words are lost. Lost in translation. Fickle fool."

"See this is why I try so hard at being nice. I lie to your faces because... I have to." The living side flicked her hand with casting chains over the demon, angel and even grim reaper (its clear that this guy was lower the status bar than his boss visiting her), "This universe is to small. It can not cope with beings above God's. God is the highest in universe tier a soul can be. There is no dictionary word beyond it." She caught the weapon of the scared living humans whom were eclipsed on accident.

She sighs and tones down a bunch. She not mad at humans, they are the victims here. She gives a smile and clears her voice. She adjusted for living speak. She waves her left hand dismissively and sort of telling them there wasn't no harm here.

Humans look at each other nervously but stand down. They kept weapons held. She nods in thanking them.

"So demons are for hell. Angels are for heaven. Then you have undertakers." She forced the king to be a puppet for now while she spoke this explaining, "Undertakers are sort of mediators between angels and demons. They protect living from dead soul matters. They are explorers of lost realms and catalogue the sort of lifeforms encountered. This is all noted into a compendium, such book is divided by segments. It makes sense in a general way. There is part for living souls and dead souls. You could say that undertakers at history keepers, helping recording of lives and deaths. Undertakers help death gods in sorting out any spelling or operation errors in the records. They are indecisive souls that are for heaven or hell." She had the king dancing about actions in proving the living a visual sight to follow, she makes the man pose open arms, "Any questions so far about what undertakers are and what they do?"

"Not related to undertakers but what is the thing forcing the undertaker to move?" a brave human.

"The book that the undertakers use to record data is special. It need a soul to adapt in many forms and have access to its vast data wherever a book holder is within the universe. The book has a sort of defensive form when someone tries to misuse the information or when a untrained person accidentally has access to such information. It also sort like a super complex computer with many ways." She posed like she was showing this off, "You need something to stop viruses or error data from forming. This is the spirit world version of fire walls and it has sentient ability like any other AI." She adds.

"That makes sense." Several nodding to her explanation of the concept, "But that's not a spirit." She tilts.

"Well it's a supernatural cursed book. Of course it isn't a spirit." She had managed to laugh that off like it was a joke. She is however extremely scared of the books reaction to her words, "It's here because that guy did something that made it have to punish him." There was plenty of the humans who actually were convinced so much, they put the weapons away. Her sibilings were the last to hold anything against her. She tilted her head which mirrored by the visible creature above looking down upon them. They out right dropped weapons to the floor, backing off scared. She made sure to now act like she was ignoring them, but really she has her defensive on.

"So the books are just a cloud of vast information about whose alive or dead, what realms exist and what soulless things exist. It's not actually got a form at all. It's just what our minds see it is." A human pieces thier own conclusions, "Never mind being a book. It can literally be the gate to the centre of the universe with stems that branch throughout time and space."

"Congratulations. You are apparently smarter then the undertaker king." She hooks her living self around this human, "He used the book to break some poor soul. In your terms. He sent someone to the center of the universe without thinking of the consequences. Just think about the amount of walls and barriers that are in place for living to not interact with the souls of the dead. And this guy." She pulls the undertaker king to them, "Well he just broke those walls. He caused the devastating consequences of I think 4 realms of total melt down break down."

"I did what?" The king hearing it like this was the first time he heard of it. The human she linked about with thinks about it.

"So now there a sort of restoration. Like restoring a back up file." A few humans around are catching on with concept well enough but not in any way for nightmares or god influence information to enlighten souls to much.

"Can't exactly erase the data we are back up filing from." She adds.

"So your sort of merging the before and after files." Computer talks is so easy, "But then you still have left over error data in a recycling bin." She pats the humans shoulder in being a fantastic mouth peice for her. She like all the other humans stare at the king. There is a collective judgement being weighed here, everyone was sort of making assumptions that will inevitable have influenced the recovery of those pages.

"You make the computer talk sound easy but thats 5 entire worlds, maybe universes. That's not something so simple to fix back together." She blinks in totally ignoring this comment. She felt it in her bones that this person isn't wrong either, "There is going to be devastating scars left behind and victims." She gently nods to that point at least. She unhook herself off the students, each was having a mind blown up in realizing how simple she makes that sound. How terrifying the vast worlds in just this known universe is. One by one, there a deep set of displeasure towards the helpless king.

"Dethorne the king. Replacing him with someone better for the job." A human had even offered out his hand. This person was cursed in some way that would allow them to be a half living undertaker. Someone willing to be fresh meat on the desk. The king is unable to prevent his title being taken from him. A bound ring consolidated that this half living was to become the new crowned king. This satisfied enough conditions to pull back the creature of the tome to the curtains it hide within of. This warps time slightly and some of what happened was hazed in memories to be less frightening then it was. She claps in returning time back to play forwards. The pair of undertakers go into a better depth of other minor details.

For the living it was a blip of a moment. The ex-king stood slightly away from the group of newbie humans, he makes if last few orders. He was making preparation for the next in line, what he felt in that blip was nearly months for him. The chains weight taking a toll now, the extra loops was going to give way. He was just nearly staggering, swaying each step and pulling everything he got left to stay stable as a undertaker. Once he was out the picture, the aura of sourness dissipates in reverberating vague thoughts.

"We will be sending our suited best men to teach you the laws as you living humans have been selected to not ignoring your abilities calling." The lady demon. Given the study for this long, she really is like a fallen angel. There was clear show that there were once wings, that she speaks in an angels accent more then demon. She wears plenty of revealing clothing that would be on part to a goddess of fertility, scales of demon power patched those skin show areas. She sort of like a high level teir succubus. All the womanly features weren't to Lea's interested to detail over. Lea was envious of the makeup style and carried self confidence to wear a shameful outfit anywhere this publicly.

Lea had not waned any focus away from threats or danger around her. Spring forth from a gate created in mind to surprise all the students, the choosen partners offered hands to be the spirits to carry these living people to the other side. All of them excluded from Lea. Everyone else had to take time making preparations to be able to walk that gate.

"Lady Tricky due to your history. We can't actually allow you crossing." The pair of undertakers posed hands at rejection of Lea making any pass.

"Don't worry about it. I don't need your gate." She flutters her left hand, "Travelling is my duty. You can't exactly stop me." She seems to frown, "Did you know that Nightmares cross without need of a host?" She gives a fake bright smile and lifting the scythe from hidden veil. A weapon not of metal yet instead flesh. The pair stood back stunned of her contorl over a god eater in such a fashion, a object so pleased at being visible. The blade opens as a unhinged jaw, snapped a loud noise. She leans at petting the object and it purred.

"Stay away!" She makes stride, ignoring them. Only for such the use of their gate to matter. Her whole being broke down into pages. These sheets start at her feet, slicing up her waist. By the time the pages were at her eyes, she would have be blades hair distance to the undertakers gates. Sheets of papers were falling around, burning with interactions with the oxidation of living air. Even if soot might be left behind, that doesn't stay around - melting into voids slide among rays of constantly alternating wavelengths of light. True to in keeping within laws of living, there was science logical abilities to why she disappeared. A parlours trick that every great magician knows - misdirection. Future science will someday be able to explain how a human can walk on light, the only magic about her at all.