Broken realms of lost relativity to time itself

"Lost undertaker, long time no serve." The fragments of three damned souls whom melted into one. All were the same versions of a person from different universes. The terrible fate that the three universes collapse from worm war or gods abusing powers over realms that are to fragile. These three poor souls made as single soul are consequence of such things and are unable to joined into a universe that doesn't accept this way of things as how to fix. Her sigil is full of these afterlife types of melted half forms. Her internal pages are full of examples of undead beings. Real vampires and undead zombies. Real living nightmares made to be real among a living world. Among real Clothus that don't give a care for breaking fundamentals. Not everyone or everything is a bad thing, there are lost broken gods that escaped thier collapsed universe and ended up here homeless, also unable to just join any universe for the same difficulty of fundamentals being different. There is plant worlds and sea creatures in some of the realms in her pages, some that could have been a cure to illnesses not diagnosed. The conditions needed for such things is fragile worlds that were destroyed. Beautiful things and inspiring people.

She isn't warm welcomed given she devoured everything to bring it here. Yet... many of the majority understood why she does and what it meant for them of she hadn't.

"I bet you had a great time with the scythe guy that passed here." She pats a shoulder and the snarls of hating her touch. The damned mask was three fragments put together and have delay between parts for expressions, yet they all are the same expressions usually. They do have slight slip of a genuine smile that did appreciate her eating the scythe. The tome of broken needed to test the scythe of his conviction and she did exactly as the souls within those broken realms asked of her. There was appreciation that she ate them to protect them from universes that wouldn't accept these broken souls. That her strange method of madness has benefited everything within the pages. She rides the instability of loosing her humanity slowly but gains it back with the pleasure she brings to her duty to protect the broken.

True to how the souls within her pages worship her protection, she is goddess status when she crosses over into her pages this way. Meaning she had the god dust souls that personified the use of summoning, cater to her whims. She was soon picked up by the legions limbs that make into river broken Styxs. She is carried and gifted all the things she requested. They had only request that she deal with the complete soul that was upsetting the flock of names in the broken death domains.

Even if the universes that all these broken souls came from are gone. They all still practiced the system of souls. That there was live and death cycles. These was those in charge like gods and demi-gods. There was those that worked for those gods like demons and angels. Her realms within her tomes had the added Clothus that manage laws between dreamers, sub spirits, demons and angels. There was whole layers of blissful ignorance, actually living souls that were untouched and unbroken. It is the world's that they rely on for that life that is broken. Without the realms they wouldn't survive outside of her tome.

"How dare you talk over me!" She stands in the corridor of scythes. The basement of death domain, the realm where scythes are stored and protected by grim repears and golem. Golem have only this place left to stay... given death god over throw having such robotic security services away. There is chance to return them to suitable realms but take one is to take all job.

"I am a Scythe!" Sean roars back.

"And I am the goddess that contorls who is allow in and put of this multiverses broken soul realms." She spoke over them both. All Golems bow before her as she steps altered to her personal wishes.

How she sees herself.

She was mock human, clay made and covered in dug in patterns and tattoos. She was still her human shape, the first adult life she lead. She was ageless like any undertaker should be. She wears the full armor funeral fancy and dazzled in the weaponry of demons and angels. She had room to wear wings. She has still the scared remains of her torn out guts - a visible scar in her torso area. She even walks with her right hand holding it like she had to hold it closed.

"Do I know you?" Sean visible steps closer in thinking she was trust worthy. She stands still at wondering what idiot believes to judge a cover of a book. She crossed her arms to say nothing.

"Beloved Lady, we ask you take away this complete soul. In spite of the tasks the gods have given him. He fails to follow through." Sean turns and hissed for the golem to stop.

"So he failed to kill the other versions of himself." She nods gently.

"Yes... my lady." The golem lowers more.

"Oh Sean, you really going to let the other versions of you suffer in this universe of twisted broken people? Had you not worked out where you are?" She tilts pouting at him.

"Who is she?" Sean asks the Golem and the golem shivers. She gives nod, accepting of whatever it says. She was not going to be mad at these souls that know her everything.

"Miss Lea Seer was once a human that had a terrible family with a even worse curse then being a Glader. Everyone of her father side is fated in someday becoming the very flesh of tomes. Only some small set are allowed to stay alive and protect names that can't be added into the books for any reason. The dead souls of such family, regardless of the era or generations were in charge of the logistics of the tome. They organized and shuffled the tomes, brought the books life and defends them from dangers." A golem will know the tome history as they are programmed to explain to new death gods this same thing, "But Miss Lea is special. Just as many of the direct succession have always been. She is the last direct succession too. We do not know what exactly happened and why she is different from the rest of her folks. But she is single handedly is the reason why the worlds you seen are still existing. Why souls even broken are given another chance to live and die. She breaks and bends the rules where the past holders didn't dare to. She accommodates for all, so we are no longer food to the things outside of time and space." The golem was as flat as he gets, "We thank you Miss Lea. Your selfless actions goes to punishment you still but you bravely continue for all these broken peoples sake." She sighs in lowering to the golem.

"I am sorry that I can't do more. I know how cramped in here it is becoming and how annoying the few are being. I haven't turned deaf, I hear you all still suffering. For that, I am trying so hard to find answers." She pats his shoulder, "I can bring back those realms that were empty if you wish... but you all got annoyed of it being unsuitable living space." She tilts in seeing the golem thinking this over and his answers, "I can't take away things that aren't broken, the Enders will be all grumpy at me for just stealing his guy." She points back handed towards Sean. The golem stands and nods.

"Lea!" Sean jolts in twriing her around and hold both shoulders, "You have to give your tome to your family its urgent. The loose pages they found aren't able to be contained. They need you to add them in."

"Sean, your gullible." She slaps him across the face, "What names of things are exactly written on those pages?" She asked in pushing him off, "Are they broken souls like these you met so far?" He blinks in not understanding, "Sean, just what monsters do you think they trapped into pages. What exactly is the damage they will cause?" He didn't even understand, "Its fine... I will just have to kill them myself and use the leathers for more bindings." She flicks sin chains in dragging this Sean with her, "Your not even the Sean I need to find." He wiggles about trying to free himself but he can't. She enters the chamber of blades. She was cut many times but still there was not a flinch from her. She reaches the coffin of the sealing final judgement. She throws the real one they should have sealed to them.

"I need the soul that is to perfect." She declares, "He doesn't have the conviction to do the job. He couldn't even kill the versions of himself." She posed a hand in proving that point.

"Your insane." leader hissed.

"I am broken like you all are. Abandoned too." She crossed her stomach, "The Sean in that seal is not worthy enough. Not worthy of the depth of understanding multiverses." For that reason alone, the seal undid itself. She was right. The one she has in chain was better. The very metal coffin swaps the two. She given the sleeping blade form of the Sean that she throw here. She gives bow and carries him out. She passed the golem on her way with a wave. She stumbles slightly as the legion of hands pulled her to the next needed realm. She was now having her clothing and her own body being mended by the versions of herself. She thought of no better army to work the many tasks then her own many versions of herself from other universes, all from collapsed worlds or broken strips of time. They all know that someday she has to slay them all. But she proved that she will do it when it is a mercy. When the versions of her wish to die or are in suffering so bad, crushing them to dust is a mercy. They all respect that she the one to come in and out. But trials of different versions have been allowed to swap. But this is the one they all look as leader and respectful of her way of chooses. She did bad but for a better consequence. She follows through her sins, and wears those chains with pride.

"So your the Lea that can leave." Sean waking and altering into a man. But she never let's him go. He certainly felt prisoner by her. He fights her so much and only to be grappled by her other hers. He went as far as removing souls out. But he is unable to core out the Lea that he feared most. He makes her loose sense of time and energy. But even in thier struggles. He was learning why her. She breaks his physical body but never touched his soul. He hates her turly and even fears her. He lost track of time too. The two in battle. Some of the broken realms caught up in the war between Scythe and Tome.

"Sean..." She holds his wrist, "What are we meant to do with these people that belong inside a universe but can't be accepted into any universe. It wasn't thier fault for breaking some parts of thier soul. Death god mistakes... fate. Abusive gods. Enders. These souls are victims." She finally held him steady to have him listening to her, "So tell me. Do you have the conviction to give them mercy? Will you kill them, make them dust?" He clearly couldn't even fathom this, "Do you know that a universe starts as just dust that collided with itself? That soul dust is part of the cycle. So these broken souls have undesirable and broken laws about them." She pulls him to look at the mess they made, "But their dust will be the same as yours and mine. Dust is just dust. They will have a chance to be whole again and start again as new souls. This is just a fraction of the system." He got her off his face and he sunk to the floor of carnage. Blood and body parts. She held his arm up, looking out the vast horizon of free soul dust leaving the tome of broken souls. She bows prayer to them. He too looks at the dust and her respectful prayer.

"I think I get what you been trying to show me." He wobbled, "This was what Daniel was trying to do when I stopped him." She helps him stand, "But this is so messed up."

"This is the cycle. The system." She sighed, "Its as cruelly unfair as it is fair." She looks to the cleaners coming out the wood works and the souls missed from the action. She bows to them and throws Sean out of the tome. She bows once again and left to. She was covered in all the luggage she needed and more.

Sean was quickly summoned by the universe outside of her tome. He was totally freaked out and drained by her lesson. Still covered in blood and unpleasant stuff. The last thing she sees of him was his eyes. Finally, Sean's eyes carried the sort of pain and turth. He needed this if the multiverse was to continue growing and adapting. That he knew now the process Daniel had to do to fix souls.

She took flight of the sigil, dropping off lost objects to new homes. She often did drive by snatching and acrobatics shakes releasing objects to replace. She clawed her talons to mark omen talisman to areas. She turly devoted herself at preparing things for if the objects got used.

She had lighten her load enough and dove through her ink pages. Taking her gate back to her Curiositys side. It's all she wanted most, not that she can fathom for why.