Illusion illustrations

The ink of pages flexed out as a solid door, that even clatters on the wall as she steps her human form out from the pages. She was every bit a clothus mimicking a living human as possible. She had went to great length of making her skin into appearance of folds priestess robs and a hood that shelters her face. The moment that see a clay face, the illusion will break. So she delays at the best she can. She gives off the impression of struggling to hold a box of things and breathing patterns. Her velvet gloved hands brushed table while she slides the heavy box on.

"Honestly, this was a lot to pack. You managed to cram in so much in that little office space." She sighs in relief of not holding the box weight anymore, "We really should ask the lord what he plans to do with all these relics. Some these items aren't even meant to be used they way they are." She picks up a raven skull and pets it. She had even softly makes steps to stand at his left side and then lean on him to peer at the other three people here, "Oh. You three. Your not even the same religion. What are the three of you doing here? Don't you have work to do?" She questioned them.

"Who asks?" She plays it shy in hiding behind her parnter.

"It doesn't matter since you would never believed. There is no point in showing who I am if you don't want take a chance. There is danger in disillusionment and its not my place to understand order of laws." She returns back through the page doorway and returns with another box of things, "I took their potions ingredients. Since this stuff makes great use for wards and candles." She was even picking through it, "Some the poisons will be handy for restoration." She gently puts a vile back into the box, "Did you ever get that chance to find out about what happened to the crimson souls?" She asked so causal and gentle towards the bird Ender that it didn't even realize she was talking at him.

"What does that last part translate to?" The whispers of the three clueless god followers. The shrugs.

"She asked you. Not me." Curiosity swept Daniel off shoulder in that, "I don't speak or understand Ender." The fluff of Daniel landing into the box she was going through.

"I have a request about the books. Given that there isn't any miracle beings..." He is all shy, "You need to help Sean." Wing brushed the back of the head and the foot scratches the other leg. His uncomfortable to say the least in maybe not having a way to pay this debt for this huge undertaking.

"I will do the work in the living portion if Silver focuses on the death portions." She poked him, "You keep my partner safe while I am busy. I will devour anyone that upsets the books. I do mean it. Expect the souls spat out of course. I dislike their fuss too." She jabs really hard on him that last fewer pokes. Daniel was even pushed by the strength, "Well?" She forced his beak up to square eyes. He fluffed in fear.

"Yes my lady." He coos and she let's him be. She posed a open hand and a feather turned into torn of his tome. This was what allows the access she needed. She graphs it to herself and the thundering of many tomes began. She was able to sense direction of where someone opened a book and the level of gently these beings have. In having a part of the living tome, she turned from clothus to human. She was wrapped in shadow cloth and veiled in lacing befitting a keeper of book to life. She can reach to any book and make any corrections at the focus of her mind. Mistakes, spills and mistreated was not tolerated. Pages flowing of those now suddenly devoured by the books of life acting more harsh then any death tome did. She was ruthless in her punishment for even minor details.

"Sheesh, I am exhausted. That was quiet a drain of energy." She had used the nearest surface to find balance, "I think I am just going..." She slips to land at the floor. She deep sleep, passed out right on the spot.

"Remind me, I lied about who was possessive of who." Daniel huffed in how she was now scooped up into a bundle and laying along the sofa now. Her dream self was here in ghost. It forfill what the tomes of life are doing while she sleeps and watched what happens to her sleeping body. That feather cloak used to blanket her and he sits kneeling to her side. She had the ink doorway closed and those pages stay at plaster drawings to the wallpaper.

"She matters to me. It is that simple." Matthews playing with her hands and seeing that she was quiet dirty. Even still, he doesn't even mind. He can have her borrow a bath later and some servant to fetch her an outfit. He pats her head and she was at ease that bit more. His warmth she simply reached and held. He had a stupid lovers grin about it, turly fallen for her. Love at first sight or it's how felt this moment gazing to her sleeping expression.

"I didn't know you had a girlfriend. I thought you were to in love with your practice of being a religious man." He seriously glared that direction for the meer instant. It was not his normal reaction from what was an on going joke or assumption.

"She's not a Darkwood or Seer. If she is, you want to get out of this quickly." He ignored them, "Do you even know who that really is?"

"It. She may prefer being a lady... but it's a it." Daniel speaking openly at the back of the sofa edge, "I have a great debt I owe her but she can't be anything more to me. I don't have interest of her at all, not even her content has me wowed. I don't even know how she can trust such amount of dangerous souls." He slips languages from this point. Listing nonsense and loosing himself in all manners of details he knew and even some assumptions. She was certainly content in letting this nonsense prattle more. It was Matthews that pushed Daniel off the sofa edge, a nice clattered thud of the bird form trying to get itself back to look its camouflage.

"I may not know who you are but I have the time to get to know you better." He doesn't mind her at all and even finds how she was holding his hand that way was endearing. Her dream self takes a gander what the god miracle souls were, she used Matthews in reference. Sure enough it was trust that the soul of gods are temporarily graphed beside the followers souls or in creatures that suited them. Even the Egyptian modern and renoun old were graphing. The work was of three Enders. Her lady, James and Daniel. James is temporarily graphed as the living name Phillips and Daniel was graphed as a death carrier. The names themselves were for one reason or another loosing themselves, not just fading but breaking too. This is a natural process in a closed completed tome but this was happening to a unfinished tomes. It is affecting time and space being written into the present moments. She sees that this is the best that the Enders can do given the situation, even ending the world's will only make things difficult for the waning letters of names. Souls are being refined before they can even finish growing as gemstones objects. To many times was the worlds reborn, this was the proof that even that method had a limited amount of times and attempts. She was satisfied with understanding and she no longer nosed in the Enders business. She got on with her temporarily placed duty of keeping the living tome in check and that she had to live among the real world.

"Aren't you hungry? it's time you woke up." She certainly doesn't want to but she had the hand taken from her and it made her stretch awake. She certainly clicked some double joints along her shoulders and knees whole she did and looks to him with a pout.

"I guess I have to." She sits up, "But I feel a bit sick and even slight disortation for a moment." She could not help but to the snatching past his shoulder and catch a book from falling onto the floor. She pulls it to herself, checked the condition of the overall surface and slips it back to some place it belongs. She wasn't so nuances now. He only seen her make a book appear and disappeared. He didn't even considered reading it over her shoulder or bothering to find its title.

"What do I even call you?" He gently helps her to stand. She tilts at how strange he didn't know. She then sort of remembered why he would at the moment and simply just smiles soft. She had even pitied both him and the god graphed on him.

"To those that have complete souls, I am just a curse upon thier lifestyle and ways. Yet to the hurt ones, I am a warmth and shelter. I have been compared to sunlight in a dusk of winter. Soft warmth that showered hope and comfort. A promise for hopeful things." She adjusted her cloth carefully, "For temporarily, I am the keeper of the living tomes of this universe. I give life but transferring names ready to be born again or reaching out for a name to speak to me. The pages filter what reality or world such a name belongs. Of that was placement mistake, there is death gods for that." She certainly doesn't paint it up to be great, "Life is quiet gamble of chances. A string of opportunities, lucky moments and misfortunes. A ride quiet painful and bumpy and shapes souls ready for thier next lifetimes. It doesn't have to be humans that have this. There is other worlds then the humans." She indeed has a far reach of things and a grasp of the galaxy as a whole. The life of other worlds are often just short lived bacterium but thier lives are as significant as any other. Some worlds hide what shape life takes, hidden away from humanity.

"Alright then." He has her pushed along and she walks willingly of his directions. Out of the office and through to a corridor of statues, each the embodiments a portion of what those gods mean. She certainly wasn't quiet prepare to be thrown into a gaggle of nuns. They all gasp in catching her and feeling her cloths, "She need more clothes and a proper clean up. I leave it to you lot. if she does anything weird, just let her sort herself out." The crowd nods and she was dragged off by the sheer will power of hard working ladies. They make look like it was no effort to have her tossed into a warm bath house. When she resurfaced out the water quickly for air and reaction of body temperature changes. There a lot of giggling.

"I will take it from here." She blinks at the lass with red eyes and black hair. The nuns all give a wave and left instantly. The meer glimmer of light reflects off the strangers skin, scales that altered colours to mimick look of human shape.

"Which name is it this time?" At least they recognize that they were both monsters in a living world of humans.

"I get to blame you for telling Daniel my demon name." Twilight's tuts, "Now come on and stop hiding your form. Get clean." Twilight altered to her reptile form, coiling within the waters. Soaking in the warmth and finding herself purring, "Then again. I found that angel I was looking for from my past. So I guess I can't be mad that you told Daniel my demon name."

"I know your even less a sinner then Lucifer and his the fallen that ruled hell for a bit. Or something." In comfort to be herself, she indeed relaxed into the splatter of leathers and pages. She soaked right down to the core, and had to cast several spells of magic to protect inks that had not set themselves into the vellum pages. She was right under, letting away the blood, dirt and smears dispate through the water. Twilight got herself out the murky water that Dahlias caused.

"Mucky girl. Look." Dahlias sees the endless dirt that floats about the water around her. She certainly knew that she can't allow it to stay formed here in this realm. She began casting her reach to skim softly and slowly this dirt reformed into lost pages or pours into vile to be reused as ink. She cleaned the water so pure an clear, that she can see Twilight's jaw slightly unhook with disbelief. The new formed pages are slipped into the back of her own tome. She let's the book itself deal with the sorting. She stays under the water, enjoying this relaxing time.

"And out we go." Twilight reptilian hands pulls Dahlias out, "Sheesh your such a busy body." Referring to the fact that the dirt was made into paper, "What if I didn't give you permission to have any part of me?"

"Not even the skin you were shedding?" Taking such thing out from thin air, "You do realize that your a literal walking material maker. Everything you are makes a part of some relic or artifacts. Even your comos glowing scales that plates you have use." She pats Twilight's head in sheer habit of petting god eaters all the time, "You would make the most terrifying bridge between nightmares and the clothus. But at least you actually live up to being the gender less shadow demon of hells gate." Twilight's tuts at that. They two heard folks coming and both of them altered into human forms again. They wrap up in towels and changed subjects.

"I think James will back hand his way around his father and uncle." Twilight playing to current affairs in the living world.

"Leave Daniel to go postal? Nah... I can see that." Dahlias laughed that, "Besides you want to know what the real dirt is, you go seeking out what the insanity side is up to doing. His the busy body that takes no holidays. Even Sean can't get Daniel to stop."

"You make a fair point." Twilight slightly purrs, "Get dressed already before you give the realms an ice age already." The two women laughed in totally ignoring the nuns and other god follower a out to use the bath house after them. So many confused people peering at the crystal cleaned pond that had the bottom of the pool visible. The hidden mosaic art uncovered and glimmering in the clear water.

"I have never seen this bath house so clean." The few peer over the edge looking into the water and then jolted at that thier reflect into it wasn't natural.

"This is no longer safe bathing water. This is a bath trap." Someone smart pulls them away from it, "The seal to the water worlds has been tampered." The attempted to go into this water was made, only to have found the surface be pure crystal. The water was completely unbroken crystal.

"But..." A god follower is able to use the crystal water like water. Her hand reach past the surface and back out. Drips go back in replacement of what she scooped. The area refills and the clump in hand turned colour and shape. A replica of the religious symbol they use left in the palm, in god silver.

"This is great! We have a method to test who is a real God follower and those that lie." A nun exclaims at such bright thought, "A religious metal relic will form in their hands. Only those with the greatest upon their shoulders can use such holy water."

In the meantime of learning how to wear clothing correctly. They talked of recent off world of human events. The sorts of interesting stuff dream talkers tend to see. The realms away from humanity having beautiful veiws and turly would stand as timeless art. Twilight helps brush Dahlias hair in sort of them hearing the nonsense of those that never encountered god host water before. Water from a god realm that purifies the simplest thoughts into a replica object. It's dangerous for those that attempt to misuse it but it will never cause real harm. The object taken away from the source will turn into metal or water - weighing judgement of the welders assumptions.

"What have you done?" James running past through the changing room and into the pond. He was about to find out what happened to a Ender that attempts use it.

"He going to be stupid." Twilight sighed.

"Nah, more like his past is literally going to pull him under. The water gives form to sinner chains to become sentient for a short time. Whatever those chains are fromed from... well they are about to remind him." Twilight stares blank a while in sort of shock, "He not going to die until Sean says so." Twilight could only make herself focus in brushing hair, "You can fish him out if you want. I am not stopped you." Twilight didn't need telling twice. Ran straight through the sliding door and dove into the pond without second guessing. She certainly succeeded in getting him out of the bath and herself in human shape. Her reflection inthe water was the only downside.

"You idiot." Twilight punched James in the arm. She is all pouty in dragging him away from the water, goes wrapping him up in many towels.

Dahlias now gets it, this was the James that Twilight was a partner to in her time as a angels pet. That this James really was the same guy across many universes that Twilight turned into a crimson soul for. Putting to wonder what sort of story had James had. To complicated really. Especially that Matthew was once Curiosity the undertaker and now she knows was a clothus named Raven. Raven was also once a god being but is that the same soul or a name borrowed by another. To be fair, Matthew doesn't realize his still under undertake practice of taken used names. Mathew was someone else once but Curiosity took that name. There is truth that nothing has a real name, that eventually even recycled tomes will break apart and change the way letters form words. A multiverse can make new versions and divide itself many ways so that it may collapse into itself.

"I should go back to my partner." She layers over the outfit with her own cloth skin of damned. It shimmers as clothus skin should in showing pictures. She settled a hood over and brushed her mask on. She certainly has goth bride with Greek theatre drama mask on. She would seem quiet haunting to cross paths with in a dim light area. In bright warm light, she is in a cream nun outfit and a soft constant veiled smile etched on. Patterns of what seems embroidery was hard to see, even close up.

She left bath house and gentle in peeking around corridor for any sense of direction. She finds herself following her stomach and nose, straight through to the large dinner hall. She had passed many corridor direction signs and had certainly grasped this was a public place. She had even respected the in site security men passing her by and some staff name badged people. She peers in hearing wings, she steps aside evading the dinner hall door shot open. A delinquent part of teenager didn't even bother looking to see if she was injured or that she was in the way. She tilts in that they do see her and laughed about her. Like her body shape was something to mock or her dead cold express at them being fools.

"You free to play around some time?" One playing cute in actually attempting to be 'attractive'. He was really on successful in being scared to death when she partly took off the mask and her real eyes paint glare in the baby falling to the floor.

"What was the saying?" She softly lowered, "I scraped my knees from climbing through hell instead of falling for you." She puts the mask correctly on with the express unchanged from the veiled smile, "Run little rabbit. I am no nice farmer." The freind helps his mate up and they flinched in how she watched them leaving the whole time. Once they were gone away long enough, she opens the dinner hall door herself. She tilts at listening to the chattered of age groups and she slips about in watching how they queue for food with trays.

"Wow there." The demon named Wilkinson. He inspected her as she did him. He couldn't place where he knew her from and she laughs to herself at his a teacher or office worker. The ugly tie looked neat in his mock human glamour, hiding his nature.

"Have you seen my Raven somewhere nearby?" She speaks gentle as a young lady does, "I think he has the lunch money I need. That is unless food is free." She used her hand to hide her unmoving mask lips, posed like she was mocking the demon. She tilts on odd angle as Wilkinson can't seem to find his words at all. She twirls softly in being impatient now. He still doesn't know what to say to her. She tongue clicked and turned away, softly patters inspected the wall which has the menu options. Nothing amazing which was expected from mass made school meals. She was softly reached and tugged by a student at her dress skirt. She looks around and then lowered to match eye level to the child. She tilts listening to them to say something. But all they can muster was pointing to the menu. She tilts and picked up the child. She held them as they can both now see the menu better. They pointed to words.

"Its this row today. Look." She points with her freeing her hand. She had the child sat balanced on her wasit doing so, " Its either vegan pasta or chorizo bits. Side of garlic bread or fresh vegetables. The dessert is lemon drizzle or mango sorbet." She reads pointing to each at a time, "They haven't really seasoned it at all and the fake sugar sweetener was used for the syrup in the cake." The child wanted down now and she puts him down. He thanks her and picked a tray. Waiting in the queue. She snickered at the luck of the child, he going to have the last slice of cake. She guesses this was the children's menu and that there be a sepreated place or menu choose for adults. She however doesn't know what age she looks like. Stuck in sort of being unsure. She softly turns to be met with Wilkinson back at her, he was clearly mad or something.

"I demand a duel. The winner buys the others lunch."

"Or forfeit a name." She pointed as that was her actual problem, "A demon like you has several names just in case of challenging a death god. This is law." She clearly doesn't use the visible part of lips to speak and Wilkinson shivered at his mistake. She tilts, "We will respect having a duel that doesn't harm anyone around us. Disarm or until the other has enough. Tap three times on the floor to forfeit. I don't plan on taking your life but I can accidentally if you displease me." She opens her hand, "Do we gave that deal, Mr Wilk?" Offered it watching for him to shake on it. He was just almost going to shake on it until he notes her lips has reshaped as a smirk. He backed off.

"I refuse to be forced into service I didn't ask about."

"Oh I am glad you're not stupid but I am wasn't going to enslave you. You already have a collar to a Ender. That's service of suffering enough." She frowns even her mask carves that frown. He sighed and finally shakes in this, "I am not allowing you to enslave anyone under my care or take any of my names deemed to above your station." She agrees at least adding this in, "If I forfeit or lose, I will pay for a lunch meal and give you a lesser name of mine."

"Oh good." He tries to break the hand shake but she has a death grip. She tilts on knowing they hadn't finalized this yet.

"Place and time." She squeezed.

"Ouch... ugh... gym hall. When possible." She let's him go and both are temporarily in contract. She posed in asking him the direction and he frowns at being marked. He shows the way. She gives a glance back to the students and adults all bubbled in wondering what that was about. The gym hall was a open wood floor space with court marks for different sports. Large enough to have a basketball game or three badminton courts. Nothing equipment was set out.

"How does settling this in a fencing match sound?" He tossed her a foil. They weren't wearing any protective gear.

"Sounds nice, don't want to actually hurt each other." She felt the weight of the foil and gives it a few air jabs, "Let's use the centre circle of the football pitch lines as our boundaries. We can step out for a 10 second time out or ask each other questions. Once steps in, we must finish the agreement of who can forfeit or disarm who. If one breaks the 10 second break rule, they forfeit winning. Ending this little game."

"Good to know your a generous lady." He steps right up to the centre court and she does to. They give a soft bow and step in. He went for her hand of course but she swift foot slips past him. She evades and made passive jabs at open body points. She had some returned but nothing that made her give in. She wasn't hurting him as he wasn't hurting her. More that they were testing each others for weakness. This dance about made him test if she would accidently break by attack him while he had the ten second stand out the ring. She is about to contorl herself plenty at not making any attacks reach further then the set circle.

"Ugh... just what are you?" He asked stepping away.

"I am a book." She is at least honest and was so dead pan that he didn't believe her. She swaps hand, "But my soul is clearly not normal." He steps into the ring for that much and they trade pokes. She had her own questions and she steps put too, "You could always get your self out of any contract but you keep the one that has you under the king. Does your contract with the cursed man please you? Don't you remember all the times you suffered in his hands and were used as a sacrifice for hell to open among the living?" She doesn't actually want him to answer it, she steps into the ring and he was certainly mad for such words of a spy among them. All part of the game to get him to make a mistake and throw him off. She finds herself talking at him with her feet, tapping about constantly of stuff she knew of his past. But she speaks in clothus, body language wasn't making sense for the demon to bother tracking. If anything, she was making Wilkinson frustrated at being less able to jab because he can't tell how mouthy she is.

"Gah..." He steps out the ring a second and has some moment to think. He was cutting it close to stepping back in. He renews his pursuit to have her disarmed, even if it meant getting knocked on the floor. She was able to read his eyes and knocked the wind out of him with a timed air kick, he stumbled out the circle trying to caught it. She steps out too. She tilts in checking she didn't over use her strength. She steps in plenty of time but he still standing out the circle. He kneels at the floor and crawls himself back in. She steps out in gving him a breather.

"I will suffice having a nickname then taking anything precious to you. I am not that selfish." She twirls her blade, "Does your master have anything to do with why the gods souls are among humans?"

"The king was against his queens idea. She did this with the help of the twins." Wilkinson replies, "what's it to you?" She steps back in and posed ready to evade or attack. Wilkinson forced himself to stand but moves out the circle. He even drops the weapons and shows open hands. She makes a formal bow and drops the foil too.

"You have forfeit this game. Your buying me lunch and giving me a nickname." She shows the contract fade off her and the demon sees it off him to. He sighed at relief that she's true to her words, "I wouldn't want my parnter sad more with me. Don't even get me started on trying to not eat Mark the last time I seen him. I still have his shadow cloth between talons." She fluttered her left hand like it wasn't a big deal to her about fighting Mark and that she has stated her true reasoning to not upset her partner.

"Sure..." Wilkinson sighed and takes her back the way they came. He all achy from her jabs, he was very aware she went for his pressure points and that she aimed in ways of knowing his a demon... not human. Her extensive knowledge of being able to hurt him with a human fencing foil. His actually thankful for this outcome.