Welcome into a hidden mage estate

"Welcome home." The gate of Sigil back to the new living realm was straight into some weird blood cult basement gig. The walls are art works of demon lords, monsters of the abyss gates and 'malevolence' gods ring (the under hand gods who wish negativity over humanity). Surrounded in a salt and black circle were Gladers and Darkwood members. The two sides of the family were only differ by which ones were open in the use of being cursed with a mask. There is also few trustees, those that keep the secrets of magic, damned and the afterlife a secert from the mundane world.

The duty bound broken by lawful means are the top five members of the Royal mage family. In a twist of events, are each now Enders. Each Ender looks after a contental plate of the living world. The literal tectonic mantel plates on the earth's crusts were the melded living universes put together forcefully. There is more then five tectonic plates that makes the earth but these five Enders choose to be allies than to kill each other. Given the many universes were once one whole, the soul count and family logistics makes sense. Even the foundation history of these tectonic plate boundaries align well enough for the mundane world to not realise it.

Thanks to having this split had screwed the god folks and cursed them. How else do you explain the three split contract with Omens and Matthew. Even so, its was nice that the god host caught her up this much before they arrived in the living word. Some administration of signing some papers, she was now empowered by the same energies that the damned mask omen and the host gives to Matthew. She also slipped her nickname into both tomes of the twin young Enders while those two were shocked about loosing that abnormal sins chain. She still part damned enough to have a mask without the aid of being cursed by omens but the translation between her and the god soul was much cleaner then between Matthew and the damned. Matthew has a closer link with the host in contact really. The dynamics of this three way contract works good for Omens. The host is able to do his duty and rely on darkness as must as light. A even more odd pull of fate was that the host god had a personal name, Raven. Small universes Web of connections. It makes you wonder if Raven was a shared name between these two more then Curiosity had with Lea.

"You finally got rid of the chain." Mark exclaims at patting the twins warmly, "Do tell how do you remove them? I just sick of them."

"Ask Dahlias." Both twins slide look at her. Matthew held her right up to the queen with a big grin. Dahlia was in bird form mostly listening to the host god Raven. So being presented like pet was somewhat expected.

"I found the girl." He said so excited, "She is real. That picture from the hospital was her. She draw it." She at least respects the Queen of mages in a soft bow although the title isn't quiet right. She just a rich someone in the public veiws of mundane people and even most mage subjects too. This queen is one of the five. So was the mage king and his darkwood brother Marcus aka Mark. Close family that choose not to kill each other and in this version of the universe, they are not considered royalty but just higher nobility. For now, for sake of keeping tabs of these five history's... she keeps those titles as nicknames in her mind and still act to those titles when not observed.

"That one from long coma dream you said you were in James's universe?" She asked to be sure. Matthew nods and not in care of what that meant.

"The place we came from was the boarder into a clothus realm. She's a clothus. Yet... I get the feeling that she was made into one by unseen ways. In other words." James paused.

"The way we can explain the Tricksters." Daniel continues, "We learned that the Tricksters were a family at war with the way order is kept off boundaries. That flexs of segment time is possible to stablize due to the race called undertakers. They are the care takers of loose pages, lost tomes and soul organisers where there isn't grim reapers or death gods. For that matter the concepts we know within stable universes was govern by them."

"So undertakers and Tricksters are simply balancing control souls where there isn't stability." Mark posed open hands at shrugging.

"Ah, right." The mask of omens tuts and then turned to her, "For some reason your bloodline family are crossed over as clothus."

"Being a clothus is a universe punishment. It makes sense. They all did break something of stable law. Just as I was a living being cross to a dead realm in full body. Some members have degrees of worse or lighter breaks. But the cosmic punishment is always the same. The founding members royalty screwed up and its a quiet famous in house story secert." She spoke gentle in returning this to the omen mask Lord.

"I only was able to translate half of that." Matthew rubs an ear, her bird voice is chirpy young after all. Not all vocals was human hearing.

"You really should put that in writing." The mask frowns, "I can't even fathom the scale of generations being so..." His lord lost for words there. She fluffed and then peels away into folding out from bird to book. It looked painful to watch. Yet now she was a floating glamoire, she can focus that knowledge into the pages stamped in there. The shape change did take energy from her, so she isn't able to fill ink over the vellum pages.

"One moment before you dare attempt reading her knowledge. Just considering the consequences. We could literally read a word out loud that can tear space time." Raven in ghost avatar mode is able to hold her closed and in deep glare to his follower and his cursed mask.

"They were talking about her bloodline being clothus. She started explaining why they are. In lost track of the translation. She's quiet pitchy." Matthew takes her off the ghost of the host, "We can't read blank pages anyway."

"She's a clothus glamoire?" The queen had to be sure.

"Scary then that. She the literal tome of clothus realms. Broken souls. and something. I can't translate it." James reading the metal binding with the embossed title on it. The lot of them had strange expressions or flicked a moment of memories in fear.

"The index of completed compendiums." Daniel took off his mask that spoke and he throw it. Letting it click hard on a wall surface nearby. He of course felt that pain of his face being thrown on a wall, but never stops him doing that.

"I have never heard of completed tomes before." The mage king tuts, "I have to see to believe." She flicked at considering on maybe chewing the shadow of the king to forfill that wish. She does however know that being a gramoire in a living world wad the closet form that god eaters can exist among living humans. So... she at that worry that she might turn into one herself. Or she is one already. She doesn't have the heart to eat Raven or the omen mask. She can't eat Matthew, except his negativity like fear. Emotional meals are a damned soul thing. It's all in part of being able to have energy to ink the pages. Can she even soak in water or eat human food. Does it have nutritional values? She doesn't know.

"Well we know that the Tricksters have only 7 living members that do not share the goal of the undead backing them. They are simply pawns making living with the gifts and interaction to the afterlife. They just know to be searching tomes for some members that got lost in the melding process. Making particular wishes to abnormal gods to learn the wherever abouts of Lea." She shudders for sure at someone calling her that name. Matthew felt her do that and hugged her hidden.

"Lea had a thing against the whole family too." James adding in, "She's the girl that Matthew soul swapped to travel universes. Whatever happened to him on Daniels universes at that time was why she was lost."

"Yeah. I know. It was me forgetting that she literally was a soul pirating a body. When you asked that Matthew was returned back, she spirited away. or rather he got pocessive and literally left the living world through doorway I have never seen used before." That peer at Matthew being weird as he is indeed possessive of her. It was actually hard to tell what sort of relationship this was labelling to be. He cares for her like family but hasn't the romantic fling. To be fair, Matthew doesn't do romance. No one in any lifetime has seen him with a partner or lover. Any fluttering on his part wasn't even serious and was really to lighten moods in joke. Any attempts at him was met with stone cold indifference or that he turned it against them. The guy was like the most undateable type too. Be might as well be married to his job and duty as a god follower. His weird about trusting people but has xray ability to know good or bad intentions.

"We don't even know what is with him and her." The mask of omens admits, "They were a undertaker pair once. That's about all do understand." The raise brows of those that did translate that.

"His history is only known to the mask. I don't know." Raven follows, "Whatever the mask states." That was understandable. The host is a light contract and doesnt have the full capacity to read his followers mind. The mask still can without contract but there is mistakes in the readings.

"Ah, I get it. You two were soul partners once. I spoken to undertakers before and wondered their partnerships. It the only way that they had share access to both opposite ends of a tome. But given your history when you were in my universe... She was still a living human during the exchange. That explains the whole being clothus now. She broke my universe law of no living among the dead." The queen has more insight of things then the men put together. Given it was her universe segment that had the blood attack of god eaters. The queen knows that Lea is the girl glamoire and wasn't just a clothus. The clothus part is disguise. Women running thier minds, "I am thankful you retain common sense and humanity. Your a strong willed soul. We are right to heed the Lord of omens. She really does have power above us as Enders. At least we are humans with cursed duties. She no longer human. Much like twilight situation maybe or Silver Sean."

"How do you know those two?" Daniel being uncomfortable by those name drops. Twilight was easy to cross. But... to know the scythe of judgement as Sean. That's abnormal. The Queen sighed in having a headache, flexed memories.

So having these five gathered in one place was likely due to a Trickster member trying to break something or that Matthew had a request. In any case, Dahlias Lea stays locked up as a closed book and hidden in Matthew's hug. She will have to wrap her head around what sort of type this life is and how to live. Clearly she is more afterlife side of things, so she will hide in Matthew's shadow in share with his lords mask. The host Raven isn't the one to hide in dark places.

"There still a wide gap." Mark folds arms at his back and glares about, "If the glamoire is this girl as tome form. Where is all the realms it catalogues?"

"She's like twilight in a sense of being a gate keeper. Holding an abyssal void space in some compacity." Daniel crossed his arms at knowing this much, "There a back entry through the dream lands. I don't recommend it. Twilight and her freinds live in the dream boarders."

"We could ask Silver if he knew where his mountain city was." Jamed posed at asking.

"The crystal soul realms have been long been vacant of souls. The areas are simply slip curtains hidden between realms." She could not stop herself muttering. She gladly didn't speak anything that they could translate this time, well except the mask of Omens. It raised a brow in hearing her and was mostly silent for a while. Conversation among the five wafted shortly but she was lost with tracking it all. She stays at focus with the one that hears her most, the omens mask and Matthew.

"There a reason no new souls began to start in those places?" Omens asking gently to her.

"Cosmic energies shifting. They are dream curtains... not foundational like living curtains act. Like a layered painting. Those crystal realms are without a flame of creation, any atmosphere or magnetic field shielding." She replies in respecting the god soul. Often its these souls who knew about the cog layers of the universe, she has nothing to hide from the mask god. The cloth of masked god flicks, flexing to pose deep thinking.

"I don't know what they are talking about. Its damned version of something." Matthew telling Raven. Raven posed at thinking it over in wonder what context had them to whispering.

"Well these five came together to this crinkle in the curtains. We needed to close gaps to stop to much happening to the earth's core. We learned that sin chains are the same god metal as scythes. We lost Silver since his turned coat to the Tricksters. Wasn't really prepared to found someone like Dahlias in the creaks. It however answers many little things like how Tricksters move between living and dead realms. The law nature if they are clothus and not Damned."

"Clothus will still avoid sun light in true form. Instead of it being about light or temperatures. It's time slipping. They track time differently." She informed.

"So they literally avoid light because it makes them loose time?" The mask god asking.

"Its hard to grasp in concept. Darkness has stable due to no wavelength altering. Light causes wavelengths to move and this disables time counting for a clothus. They can train themselves to get use to it, just as a damned can learn to walk living world light." The enlightenment makes the god mask frown, a damned smile really.

"Clothus avoid light for what now?" Mark at least hearing the god mask, "They are Immune to sun light."

They all are tense. Most were holding something or were leaning on surfaces. The gate was finally zipped closed and the adrenalin was worn out.

"You really should go get some food and rest." The queen sighing at all her stubborn men, "You all travelled through a time void, that isn't going to do will for your bodies." This was further agreed by those whom waited for their return nodding and tending to any wounds that the party had from travel. The worst of wounds were mainly the Enders that played to harsh across boundaries.

Matthew was simply exhausted with minimal scratches. Dahlias stays hovering around only Matthew, always placed about on shelving nearby or inconspicuous places. He had been checked over by medical trained servants. He was in the guest hall for a short meal. Slowly he journeys the estate grounds to get to where his sleeping quaters are. The long evening for recovery is met with his relaxing in the estate church annex. He was the mage King's advisor and religion pope at command. The worship grounds was under Matthews care and a few site caretakers. The main alter area was unified for all gods but the alter up close has omen relics and guidance tools. There was even a stone that changed colour based in whose fate or aura made passing nearby. She does well to not disturb devotion of his need to make prayer. Devote as it gets to a man to his faith. Once he had finished his rituals of the night, he tucked into bed. His room was adjacent to the prayer hall, you had to walk small courtyard that a few god statues and memorials were at. There was other empty rooms for other god followers to borrow when needed. Each small bedroom was luxurious in style of furnishings and small tub bathrooms. A communal toilet was along the courtyard too. The centre of this little courtyard was the statue of death, it has a gateway at the pedestal straight to deaths domain. She can tell from the access she had to tome segments suddenly. The statue of life was indeed here but like the tome segment, is blocked from her, she suspected this.

She finds herself able to adapt from solid book form to act as a living painting. This transfer or translation of shape was less energy consuming. She became comfortable as a painting along his bedroom walls. She watched him as he was relaxing under quilted blanket covers. The exhaustion over whelming him into deep sleep. She was relaxed as he was, the rate he draw breath mesmerising her into sleep too. She drifted into dreamless sleeping. Even her mask formed itself to the corner, stood sleeping to the corner.