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"None shall past!" Royal guardsmen pose Halberts in perfect rows. Dark grey with black trimmings. The front aim lower with pointing to the feet, second row was aiming mid chest for maximized torso stabs and there is a last row at the back ready to replace the two ahead. They blocked a gate that was entry into the hell courts. Leery of strangers making forced impact to the living world.

"Then I shall-" The fool was knocked in the side by some friendly fire. The group just came from those grounds no to long ago, talking to some strange student from a school eclipsed the grounds for minor offence courts.

The hot head was something of a god with brute strength. Has a flare for craft and smith's metal work. His equipment reflects his days at a forge, sharp and neat. Short, stout and extra sweaty from the conditions of other extreme temperature layers.

The lady in a blue cloak was clearly a sort of goddess of water. She looks more like a water fairy or a Niphy larva of a dragonfly. Features pointy and the eyes ready to pop the sockets. She looked refine in human glamour. She seems actually sort of creepy this side of the veil.

"Stand ready!" A captain hails. He soon gasped oddly that made his men whisper and quickly the captainin a higher pitch demanded, "Men! Turn 180! Now. Incoming unknown entities behind us!" Yet it is to late, the raptor smashed head first, breaking formations and laying bodies knocked cold guards. Hard to say that they were injured or dead... they are spirit people then living humans. Ethereal bodies have stranger rubbery affects when in a native veil.

"Can I eat them now?" Loki jumps about like a dog waiting to be thrown a stick. The steampunk looked quiet grumpy while they sit perfectly and unmoved by any jolted actions. Loki's tail flares up as he smells something, lowering himself to stook and hiss. He took the rider off his back and hugs her in such tiny front arms. She dangles about like a stuffed toy to such a protective child. She not at all being squished or harmed. Loki makes defensive pacing about, circling around the colour group of misfits. He whips his tail at shattering something, it must have been some sort of spell casted by someone in the group. He paces about few extra times, slowing into a still stance. Waving weight between falling or staying up right. Little hands slight grip and the girl lands perfectly on her own feet.

"Following consequences." She waves her left hand, moving just a second faster then Loki landing hard behind. She wasn't affected by whatever was thrown her direction, passing right through into the circle with these strangers. Some twitched and others draw strange blades, "There is a cycle here, even of we don't make new souls. A closed system of using the amount of complete souls we have. Fleeting test of fight or flight for this universe. Its about to learn which choose." She plucked a weapon from the air, petting it to chill it out and posed causal in throwing the book to form before her, "Gladly the gods can stay gods when they die. It be a nightmare chasing souls to go back in place when there no other souls to exactly replace thier knowledge." She heard the pages flustered in annoyance, "That's because thier names are in Curiosity's section. They wouldn't have been able to pass over the living lands, even if eclipses. It's also clear to me that they have his bindings... he made a contract. As them creeps do." She tilts at how these folks are confused. She slowly makes a stare to directly to the shadow man between them, "Strangerly your aren't in his contract. Is that because you upset him or that the side affect of being in contact to his race puts you in a worse position?" She narrows in a way her mask opened widen predator eyes, "But still through me... Your name is in my tome too." She brought a smirk and the shadow guy steps with dragging them away from her, "Don't worry. I am not like my family. They would butcher you all up to work out your blood type and enslave you all. Unlike them, I know who you all. I happen to be your ally, a friend. I just so also happen to be your grim reaper this time. A temporary thing. I think life and death will realize that mistake and take back the temporary follow influence eventually." She stands straight in how the book finally found names. She does even have to move, the pages throw origami dagger in each chest and back out to fold back into the book. She nods with whatever the book was stating about these souls. She makes her own combat fast moves in soul checking the shadow guy, she is ever so gently holding the dust cloud and pours all back into the empty shell. She was quick to not even have him hit the floor. The shadow stays seated on the floor in panick a while but she pats his head in sharing that emotional experience. The damned was clearly more human or that he wasn't sure of her still. Maybe it's a him problem that isn't to be shared.

"Sigil Action. Take these names off the wanted criminal list. Each has been executed on the spot and been verified ID ordering within the Compendium. I stake this claim. In the name of being the devourer of tomes." She stands giving breathing space, out their little circle. She stands in watching them slowly recovering, "Executed by God Eater vermin, just how much cruel can the universe demand of strangers. Such use will affect their abilities back home. In future, we might even cause thier names to be exiled from thier home tomes. We really need a new system of punishment layers." She narrows in how Sigil recorded this, images are taken and the pane menus fade. She stands back to causal and seeing the frist to stand was the shadow man. He sheds two types of tears, clear as human and blacken as a damned. She bows her head at respecting him and he quick to sort of the party members. Viles of cures to each.

The god eater in pose of a scythe, its illusion and skin flakes into dust and left behind is bones and gemstones along the staff handle. For as many souls as those she taken lives - the haunting reminders she must carry as her sin.

"This is the weight of my sin." She explained in her hand loosely directed to the scythe, "I wonder just how many or the limit of capacity of souls must be for me to fall a sinner. Or is it my reasoning to weight me? The chains I bare weigh more by the tomes sins then my own. Does that mean that I am all that keeps the books afloat above crimes, a tool of crime itself?" She ponders in ranting at mostly Sigil that was the only being listening, "Or is it just the sort of soul I am that has no way of properly being judged. Sure as a mortal human I will die and be judged like other mortals. But there is no depth of this current universe to truly take understands of my long soul journey. What lead my very soul to be attached to this newbie universe. The story I within hold in how I became the tome devourer. I don't eat souls. I don't even do anything to the empty shells that are left behind when those things become nameless and lost." She folds her arms to how the misfits were getting up now, "They got what they came for... it was no use for us. We don't have any need for such corpses laying around." The pages that returned were the ones that belong to this universe. What was imprinted and left on those gods was the eclipse pages of areas that lost soul and energy. Locations that haven't even a name anymore. Just fragment of space time that never had soul or purpose. Concepts that hide inside between veiled perception. It is a gift for survival of some the worst this universe and the next could offer in punishment differently as.

They stagger slightly in helping each other to walk, they leave through a gate of the shadow man's making. A being whom was given so much more then the rest. So many lost pages poured from one book to the next. The runic marking have left her and painted the human hidden underneath that mask. She pities the soul of the boy that had his name stolen from him and forced a duty of Ender because of the misuse. Then again, his the real soul servant of the creepy insane mage. That servant has it easier then the scythe of Judgement.

"Don't touch strangers so carelessly. Yet there you do exactly that." She frowns in why she's the one getting lectured by the panel of Sigil.

"It was an exchange. All them broken area with no souls and lacking purpose. Areas with no history or time weave to even exist here. They need them. They have more souls then places to keep them. That was part of why they were likely forced in this journey outside thier boundaries. Granted to them by Curiosity's Clothus contract." She stares deeply at the last trace. She had even collected the formed stone feather left behind, once more in added upon her ring. She puts away her weapon of choose, "They were punished according to the current laws and we can't retrospective enforce more or less on them. They are out of reach now, history we can't change. This was the bare maximum as a watcher of boundaries that my duties allow me to do. We can't exactly stop anyone entering or leaving. Yet... we shouldn't be so careless. There are any newborn souls being created here. We get only what we have. There much be change soon or we will be left stagnant forever."

"Your trust to reap souls and give life has been suspended. Life and death both are currently in war from other circumstances and is not actually relates to you. I take it that you have no clarification to be allowed to intervene."

She walks to Loki, petting him awake and cooing softly as the panel spoke. The administration talking to her in the same causal way she took it.

"Internal universe affairs was never anything determined by a boarder influencer, just while I prevent external ones from dictating us." She had Loki back to a small thing on her shoulder and she steps over the men laying about dazed and being sorted by allies. She was right to stepping back into the living lands when the notes that she wasn't allowed to. A surface barrier created by God's prevents the movement of souls in and out the living lands. Her humanity was snatched but her soul was left behind.

She stares at how her living side was hospitalized and put under machines. Bed ridden and not exactly living or dying. Warps of time flex of her going with the times. Her father side took over her care, her mother was heart broken and unable to cope with how her daughter changed. Her own soul watching over herself in pondering when would she even beable to go through now. Even Shadows can't cross this. There were no spare entries from hell and heaven was incomplete in this universe. The undertakers were also in this quantum lock, halve in among the living and halve locked among the death realms. Even Tomes... Name transfer wasn't able to happen. No one was living and dying according to the book. That isn't true, it's that it wasn't able to record it happening in a time lock. The gods that were at the mercy of what life and death were doing began to play games of their own. Schemes that would hope to end life and deaths bickering quicker.

Just as she been a witness to this before. This universe was able to collapse and erase the living world. The names all collected in the living world was wiped out by a void abyss and the names recorded were gone. The outside shell of the universe stays intact, protecting the gods and the armies they contorl from such oblivion. Lea, the boundaries watcher was included from being saved the connection of being killed and wiped clean by the natural process. It was essentially restarting the universes core laws from scratch while maintaining the reasons of not repeating mistakes. She felt every part of the pain. Being right at this spot again and watching her living stem be ripped at the roots. She finds her self sometimes in these moments of hating the way she wasn't along to be normal. She mourns the loss of her everything taken from her, twisted such baring pain of sin just that more.

"Do you want some jobs to do in the meantime of waiting for humanity and your time period to return?" Sigil admin posed offer.

"Sure." She wobbles, "Yet I need to inspect my collections first to see how much have I lost this time again." She steps into the the very pages of the tome. Into the area that is sealed for her shadow storage. The drawings of realms. Her candle collection. She has so much of it lost from the transferring of pages. One fourth of what was... is all that she has left. So many pages given purpose and home. She can't feel to bad, it better this way. Many objects that relates were gone. Even her god eater list was taken some hits. Her dogs gone. Just the three cats now. She traces the copies of her favourite things, she made second copies if she loved visiting them but they will only ever exist as places in her dreams to visit.

The very few things left untouched was the very gear and things she was gifted as a solo universes walker herself. Things she came to this universe with her. She reached in brushing them, her hand altered from human to creature. She hovered in watching all of her body taking change. Not a human part left, just the internal emotional physic left. It made her more determined, taking up the full armor, belt of powders and the rewards of gifts other universes gave her in thanks for protecting. She picked up a dagger made of something cold, placing it to her heart concealing holder.

"Its not that bad... It could have been worse." She mutters to herself. She draw back from the tomes and the pages latched over her growing form. Towering as a twisted being that sweeps away evil God's from stealing this universe. Sigil updated its data of her, yet even the internal universe has ways to explain her depth of mastery and her way she carries power in her soul. Level most skills that were detected to be left faded question marks. Unable to properly assess a soul that can crush gods.

She promptly finds a corridor of thin boundary to watch over, sitting in deep glare and has unmoveable as to the area itself. She take seat, crossed legs and crossed arms holding her scars of old. Sigil hasn't anything to her scale to accomplish, even mundane requests would be overwhelmed by her influence. Often it is the work of fate or sheer universe unique events that will bring someone to find her. Otherwise she stands walks the corridors and finds another area to watch gaurd of. She collects some lost items in these sorts of trips or that she finds requests of things to collect through Sigil sever.

The central patting goes unchanged regardless of most living realms being unaccessable. It's still some old medieval grand Hall with stretched counters and picture signs. A few red cross boards along the counters for those places not functional at the moment.

"Welcome to..." She mutely lined goods along the counter as the guild staff shivered in horror. As per normal the management or someone higher grade sorts out the transactions. The few look perplex or even sad that she is here. Among the few undertakers hovering about, some were aware that she is a Trickster member. While the fact that she is here showed she wad not exactly family as many assumed.

She pulls her rewards to her and hung many of the pouches to her belts. Swift fingers that knot ties. She brushed the mask clear of all features and gently nods thanks.

"Boundary keeper." She hovers slightly in not moving away from someone to call her that. She had even tilted incidating she heard them, "This barrier between the living and dead is harmful. Even dream walkers are saying odd things."

"I am an external entity. You must plead this case to the internal affairs." She softly voices, "If I go breaking the rules." She posed a open hand, "What stops the nightmare of your dream from eating the real you instead?"

"That doesn't make sense." She turns away from the food of thought.

"If your going to break the boundaries, you need." She quick the throw the ice dagger through the chest of this stranger. They are unable to remove it themselves, standing in freaking out with seeing such item perceiving. She hovers right over this little band of minor gods and myths all upset from being homeless or lacking faith by the blocking barrier. She takes the dagger from the chest and returns it to the concealing sheath at her chest.

"Take your little riot to the lords of your homelands. Use your strength were it is not to harm or damage the living lands." She made them all take a step backwards away, "Blame the higher rankings. Not the innocent or unnecessary." She puts the wounded fella onto his seat. She gave him a good back wack and the feeling of cold left him. She began to ease away.

"I demand a duel." An undertaker pose alone, all the pump style of some smooth detective in a teach coat but none of the Noir film star glamour. Fitting as all undertakers are to how they died or what their soul beleive that killed them. He has a gunshot through his chest. His choose of weapon is the very same type the shot was made with, double barrel shot gun. He seem to carry his wound with pride. The dead don't have a fear of bacteria or care about what living call pain. The otherside was always sterile dirt and painless numbness.

"You can't win." She dismissed, "Not unless you had someone more compelling." She huffed in how the man stands his ground, "What are you staking claim with? What name are you trying to justify with?" Undertakers are often nameless, unless thier peers provide one or that one was taken from a duel. She ponders the goal of this man.

"You can take my name if you win, it is Shad." Her mask eye formed and narrow in deep glare. The man shivers at that she has expressions at all, "If I win, you give me a name that you can afford to lose." She does have plenty of names from duels in the past. Demons sure love picking fights with her. Equally she has nine living names that need getting rid of eventually. It's not a bad thought.

"What claims to be the end point of our duel? Just how long do you wish to last before you give in defeat." She wants these terms clear, "If I am wounded enough and since my life is on the line..." She posed to silence the crowds, "What would you draw as you defeat? Will I have to harvest your soul or are you content at loosing a limb? I don't really want your limbs but I know there are beings that do." She lays it honest.

"This will be a clean duel. The frist to get injured from being disarmed. One weapon only." The man has some sort of notes on her, "No fake weapons."

"Anything is a weapon if you use it that way." She shurgs at this, "Yet I understand. I will not be using an aid. This seems just the exchange of names it seems. Not job roles or titles. Spare names kicking about, sounds more like friendly competition to waste time on."

"You truly are quiet a Tricky customer." Mr Shad sighed.

"Its one of my names. I am indeed Tricky. Tricky Trickster, a half living undertaker. I am the core index keeper of the many tomes. I over see the restoration of the physical copy." She takes a soft bow, "I am the devourer of tomes, the one that snatches pages just slightly out of reach of this universe. Allies of Enders."

"I wasn't not expecting a proper introduction." He is quiet shy, "The current hand of the British Undertakers core. I have several duel names collected including Shad. I am not so known or famous."

"No one really is in the grand scheme of things. Even gods can pass as fleeting vague clues eventually. Watching many worlds come and gone... so many places lost and found. Even voids of soulless creations have purpose." She draws the long sword out, she readies in stance. plenty of the crowds pulled back to make the ring and clap a beat. Encouraging the undertaker to keep his promises. They traded testing blows, not even putting any weight to it. She plays to sweep to knocking his aim and his forced to use the shot gun like a pole weapon. She got faster at playing more stretch pulls, she can't tired an opponent that doesn't need to sleep. The only way for her to make a undertaker bow to her is to make them remember they were once human and fall from the remembering pain. She aims for all the area of the gun shot wound because it's clearly what wounded his metal state. She brushed ever inching closer at being a hair length apart at times. She felt the strain but has to push through. He dropped his weapon.

"I yield." He shivers and she respected this, "You are given a spare name by me. It would actually better suit you to give you the name, spirit of the echos. A name I took claim from a duel. Does this forfill your reward?"

"I am satisfied enough for now." She sheaths her blade but she is in ready stance, "With the new name given, I am now have something to do. Until time again." She gives a little bowed nod. She peels away into segments of pages. The tome was formed and it too turned crispy and poofed into ashes before the whole of Sigil.

Everyone peers around at the challenger while the guild members make their notes. The trench coat undertakers makes his nerves pose and sinks among his peers. Plenty whisper of great stories they heard about the core index keeper. Her history in helping other universities had got her a rewarding life here in this universe. A luxurious chance to be grounded among humanity for even a short time is unheard of by demon folks that had less then that. Some demons are just creations within hell and know only hell laws.

The guild central network of this sigil is collecting data from requests of other Sigils that share borders with. Appeasing her longer history through reports, charts and articles notes. There is plenty to say she really does have a human soul, not so heartless as her name claims in being. In fact places restored from tragic comos events have her and the Elder of Enders to thank. A off members within a group of unique souls from far corners of many universes, each whom gone about giving clasped worlds and ruined scapes of time a chance. They have served to try to save the known world's from the threats beyond the scope of law binding.

Creatures such as the crimson souls and God slayers coming forward into network knowledge unlike before. They really are a tip of a many things that been turned into entries within the Compendium of the soulless and created. Tying over other races whom have no impact to internal universe affairs unless the systems of such universe was on the brink of collapse. Beings like Clothus, the mutations from death eating diseases and even Artificial life from machines. There are some universes that have more then just humans or animals. Humans are just some of what could be in a solar systems within a galaxy. There is a tome core that has a universe full of many galaxies, so many worlds that has creatures in the same time and even self running systems of their own.

This small universe isn't vast yet, humanity is just the dawn they toy with. Eventually the gods will come around to building other life sustained planets. Spreading new life onwards.