Vale and shrouds

It was not to board to big of names to be moved from the locate birth places and the mass migration moving to the nearby Town of Vale. The entire town is the all ages, school plus university ground. These was some public town stores that thrived but it was the Magic equivalent of Oxford. Every building around there was purposed for a classroom or storage of study materials. These was hidden high tech facilities underground that held those unable to contorl the energy they have.

The estate of mages that Matthew stays at the moment is actually the stately Manor and museum site. These was plenty of mythical story collection that is housed here and some not wildly known religious artifacts vaulted here. The Gladers that live here are the twins James and Daniel - both are underage learners to the public eye. Matthew is the parental guardian watching over while the queen and king were off in thier own lives. Mark been trying to be a bad influence and poison some young minds to turn against his brother. The long time rivals like getting under each other's skin.

Whatever discussion happening in front of her wasn't her bother. It was minor with Matthew reminding the lads about normal behavior in front of normal people. He was likely trying to give a hit to Dahlias if she wasn't so distracted.

"The new term is starting next week, and we have Tricksters from North America joining us. I can't have any poor relationships between us while your father is undercover." Matthew pokes her arm in making this point to her directly. She rolls eyes at this.

"I don't mind my ex-sibilings. They are only as rotten as the tree they fell from. I am no different really." She smacked the blade fan into a chain and echos a long time, "Just how many chains is it going to get the point across before I have to snap the finger tips." She tilts in the direction that the tome that was bothering her was making sound at. She frown deeply in just how clueless this person is.

"Hey, do not make another corpse around the book shelves." James pointed at her.

"Soulless aren't corpses." She corrected him, "A mind can still think and act without a soul. Angels are prime example." She trying so hard with this annoyance. Trying to have patience. The book that was being looked through was slammed closed. She simple used the next book on the shelf to knock them with it. The Tome was under her protection, a duty saddled to her by a letter she received from Daniel's insanity asking her help. They need a book keeper to watch the living tomes while the Enders were fixing four different death tome universes at the same time. She isn't to do anything like alter names in the books, just keep them in prime condition and protected. The mass migration of names being shuffled lately is happening in many realms. Even the good dream worlds were temporarily placed into the living heaven realms, this was so the soul density was kept small as dead souls are being pilgrimage slowly into being among the living in a natural way. The amount of names written on the same paper slip can blood each other if written roughly.

"What is the point of the rhythmic tapping?" Daniel having another headache and likely her tapping adds to it.

"It is the mirror of the gears in the sin chain mechanism." Her finger patters regardless, "This only happens when a key soul is being translated and reborn. I do find a reborn cogs tend to follow with an new Ender." She pats softer, "I have sent someone to check the boundaries around the many tectonic plates... Investigating what universe is so desperate to make a Ender and for what purpose does such undertaking." She tilts in inspecting their reactions. Indeed they don't understand. She however heard the sin chains creaking like this when James became his title. She heard it for the queen when she was forced to wipe her universe down to soul pages. So just how many souls was about to be cleaned off and who was it to wear such a thankless mantal. She had even dreamers informing her constantly of how the flames of creation were flickering weaker. That a shroud of void was slowly smothering the laws and bending assumptions. She was distrustful of each Ender that already was around, and now a new one was to be made. A new soul turned by the corruption of pain and sorrow. The pity of this being to commit to break laws to be left broken and with less then they started with. To be haunted in things forgotten. She suspected this a while of who the next person is. But she can't see why or how that is. Then again, his a good at masking his feelings. Even from himself. Just what exactly is going to break her Curiosity with his life before him now?

"I guess I have stuff finish now. I am glad we had this little talk." Matthew stands and he is definitely stressed. The mask of his god lands on his right shoulder. She altered into a bird, she lands gently on his left side. She tilts inspecting his expressions he tries to hide from others. She can hear the chains he been dragging behind them, not hers... his. She Also sees a new one forming around Master Raven, unsure of what sin it will be when it's done.

She settles at watching Matthew getting on with his normal life, doing things he was meant to do. Not being harrased to for fill meaningless duties for other masked gods. He is all the more wary in ready of his god to do something soon. Clearly it was something waning his religious focus, as he completely lost hearing of Omens at times. She doesn't intervene between man and his god. She definitely doesn't let it get to far and has a chain to rattle from time to time. She isn't making anything better or letting it get worse. At points she clearly wants to protect Matthew from Omens being weird. The pure souls of God's are all acting up strange by the passing hours, like lunch time for a toddler group. There was acts of divine use that was making life harder to ignore Omens being at his side. Purposely constantly in his face a show that the god was here and being under pressure to make time for irregular moment of prayer.

Matthew living world away from his god was normal as it gets. He is a insurance claim inspector for English owned properties. Much of these sorts of visits were in raual hidden countryside. More often he makes sure he claims of insurance money is legitimate. He often came to old peoples homes, care homes and small visits to property owned by the claimant. He gets to the bottom of who passed away and tends have poor timing to being a witness of funerals or being the one to discover lonely folks that are gone. He takes risks based on his gods signs of things, and has so far been lucky.

But Omens is acting up. She worried that omens is planning something behind Matthew's back. She going to pinned as the blame since she a recent change to the dynamics. She can't interfere with Matthew's living life but she can't exactly reason to him to stop trusting the God of omens. She can only help make things clear that Omens is actively trying to get him in poor circumstances.

On top of this, the living tome itself was having strange causes. She had to force the books to lock a few times, regardless of what gods wanted into it or not. She was pushing her limitations of following within laws, in order to protect the living tomes. She can't even turn to the Enders as the one already around don't fuss for this sort thing.

The evening came around and she choose a human form, sitting at the statues of gods. Matthew was having alone time in the bathroom in his room. She respects his privacy, but she sure that his god doesn't.

"Lea, right?" Silver came out from the pedestal of deaths statue. She is aware of him being there but isn't reacting to him. She sits with one knee drawn up, at the base of the goddess of life. She isn't the only soul here as Mother Nature's mask has been spying on Dahlias a while. Nature hide with Sean making presence here. Sean sighs in wondering what to do to get her attention, he had some bright spark moment and went to soul collect her. He was blocked by sin chains, so many small ones, as thin as silk. These little chains that she discovered Omens has been making over Matthew. These small things can be made into one, so many small things. So many petty small things. Alone each doesn't even matter. It's likely why she could find a way to tell Matthew about it. Sean goes to attempt again, but only then did it break three threads. Black sand poured patterns.

"Enough Sean, your as much a clothus as me." She had proof by pulling Sean upside-down by his own sins, "Your soul was turned into metal because you were given a gods death sentence. Or that you were loved and given a cremation by the puriest of flames." She folds back up, "I don't get hung up on back stories. Your world of object souls was just beautiful, it what draw me to read your story." He swings abouts frustrated with being caught by her, "How did it feel to take Daniel's side? When he was forced to use your soul judgment to evacuation the realms. You both came from the same universe and made such a lovely partnership." She looks up to how stiff Sean was at her asking this, "Clearly you didn't forgive him." She shrugs at this being the sin chain he tied in, "When did things get better?"

"How dare you! You're not meant to read them! The tomes of memories isn't for us to read in pleasure." He clearly doesn't have the mood to answer her. He barks at her for breaking such law and that she deserves to be a clothus she is. She shuts herself down in now holding both legs, scrunched underneath the statue of life. Sean loosing steam finally take a few breaths and tries using his way out of his sin chains. He thinks he had to physically get out if them, wiggling about like a worm on a hook. He finds himself getting weaker, which isn't normal. He all the more aware that a damned was nearby making him unable to act out.

"So when this new Ender comes to slay the other five. Are you going to let it happen? Watch the world's be reshaped by gods and then see it collapse too." She tilts and let's him out the chains. She looks down on Sean on the floor, "Your not going to be strong enough to judge the gods. To carry conviction as the law of revenge and wrath fall over all souls."

"I am judgement." Sean standing and posed ready to run her through.

"I am conviction." She swats him off course, "You were once, ready to wear a crown of thrones in order to set things. But you seems to lost this, weakened as the more involved you are to searching for your mother." He is all tied up by the sins he has about his universe and the family he had, "No. It was your whole family that did this to you. They never got written into a internal universe tome." She picked up a really old chain of his, one he forgot himself, "Your a sinner, you watched you family die. You hate stake and Apples. You walked the ends of your universe and got yourself enslaved by clothus." She drops it and now... not it made him fall. The hell gate opened underneath him and the hands of many sinners reached to pull him through, "Sean... you are the one the passed judgment but you could not relief yourself of the conviction." She lowers to look at him struggling the gateway, "But it wasn't your fault that you became starved and desperate. Anyone would eat anything... even imp meat. If it meant survival." She pulls him by the collar, "So did you carry this conviction to search the world's to make it right, to allow yourself to share Daniel's burden? Or did you never let it go?" She lifts him slightly as if saving him.

"What about you Lea? You willing followed a stranger to hell. You trusted him and he murdered you many times. What exactly makes you conviction?" Sean hissed.

"Because... I am paying back the favor when it's needed most. You couldnt even kill Daniel when he begs you to." She drops the scythe to hell. It's not much of a punishment to either of them. Sean would make it out of any hell he knew easy. Which was why she sent him to a hell he had no way of accessing before. As she held what remains of the broken realms left behind by the poor behavior of gods. Now... She sees it happening slowly again and she know just who exactly was about to be torn up. A most devote is about to make the hardest fall. She wants to be there when it happens and repay this revenge she had chained to her stomach all this time. She has wanted to make it a act of good will. She has choosen to make his death a mercy when it needs to be. She has committed this as deep as her soul gets.

"Mother Nature..." Dahlias turns to the mask, "Don't you know your own law?" She pulls chain to bring the mask of the goddess to her, "It was you that made the concept of survival." Dahlias held the goddess miracle close to her now, "So why are you spying on me? What good comes from picking a fight with me?" The mask has no answer, "Well... good luck." The goddess of nature was now devoured, name torn from the current tomes and thrown as rag into the tome of curse and broken. Sent to the same realms that Sean is. Both left to wander around the broken souls in the realm inside of her. She has devoured somany races in her journey through many sigils. So her stomach had many problems.

She sits holding this pain, waiting for the next disturbance to challenge her. This is her accepting the painted lies Omens has whisper to Matthew's ear. That she was the problem.