4.4

Prying into Hayto's life was rude but she really tries not to be invasive about it. Riddle was more a hassle for it then she is. She sits always in a background or just hidden out of veiw. She would play along to normal human interactions or just sit as a book on random empty places.

Hayto is a normal kid with typical bully problems at college. He wants to be an architect and takes art class. He does ratio to real scale buildings for practice blue prints. He also takes wood working classes too, learning about materials and the resistances of them. Very studious student, spends the extra mile in libraries or bookstores. He looks for buildings that have interesting quirks like churches in practice sketches. He works part time in a book shop around the corner from the student dorm. He shares with three other people in his room. They gladly are sensible to be to focused to care.

He lives life in the fast lane, not really stopping for a break or taking part in the interest of any dorm parties. Riddle tries to make suggestions for Hayto to be socialize. Two very different personality types.

Riddle is definitely an extrovert, going the mile to spy roommates and nosing in the social calendar. Hayto is happy as he is, introvert with keeping to himself. She can see what Riddle is trying to do, one of these flat mates isn't long to live. For one thing or another, having Hayto ground the reality back to this guy... could save a life. Yet Hayto isn't a trained professional and isn't aware of things.

The only time she really began to meddle was putting post stick notes and little letters to the students desk. Slowly getting them to talk to her back in their letters. Slowly over time, it's clear that it is because this kid is a mage potential. Young mages are doomed to die early from unable to properly use or move the energy built in themselves. This room mate has little time, so she makes obvious leave of a website to the mage society open on a tablet at this point. She researched into this living world and the other ones as time passes meanwhile Hayto lives his normal life.

When the student had moved out, she knew that they followed the mage advice and was being moved to safer place of training. She notice that Hayto felt sad that this guy left without word but a paper notice, some rent money and vague contact details if need help is needed. The other two were towards the end of the study and will move out soon. The cost to stay is looking less able for Hayto.

But the energy within Hayto is also stirring too. Maybe it's his coming of age sort of thing. She doesn't know how old he is.

"Hayto!" Riddle waking us up at 12am, she barely gets herself up to see the commotion. Riddle shaking Hayto like that would wake him. She forces herself to sit at bed foot end as Riddle is perplexed at how to help his partner. Riddle does a list of the normal annoying things that would have worked by now. She stays silent in watching.

"Hayto!" The ring that is the contract between them was turned to dust. Any soul stone was seemingly faded back to the orginal owners. She can tell in how the tome pages flutter. Hayto was gaining that chalky like texture a out him, inspite of being a living human. He would feel cool to the touch if they could feel human touch to check.

"Riddle, his not dying or dead." She pats Riddles shoulder, "He is total just sleeping. Let him adjust, he will wake up." Riddle knocking her hand off and was right at Haytos side. Waiting in worry. It passed her thought that they do work well, even if they are different personalities. She looks around at other things, waiting for his dream side to walk back.

"What do mean by adjust?" Riddle checking Hayto over for injuries or other changes. Stripping poor Hayto shirt first. She looked away but snickers a little before she continues.

"The energy that gives his soul such power that you seek. It's adjusting his body and his memories. It's his soul teaching him about his power." She stand up in humanoid form and closes the dorm curtains. She makes some peeks buy started picking outfit for Hayto to likely wear. She stands stiffly in how Riddle has a blade on her back, "He was always going to awaken. You can't prevent it from happening or force make him yours. I can't stop him. No gods would be able to intervene. Not even death gods." She feels the pressing more, "What does threatening me achieve? He entitled to his own chooses on life. His path maybe influenced by you but ultimately his the one walking."

Riddle had turned back to Hayto as clearly Hayto was slightly stirring. Riddle right up to the side kneeling in gasp to make sure everything was alright. The dream walkers of Hayto was returned back and seen Riddle being overly protective of Hayto. Hayto sits up himself with pushing Riddle back off him. Looking at himself with lacking shirt and other oddities he doesnt remember from going to sleep. He clearly has a lot in his mind about Riddle, the glare said plenty and the closed hurt manner he sits in while glaring. Expressions Hayto had never used often which throw Riddle to freeze.

"What exactly do the undertakers really want from me?" He asks deep tone and clenched hands. Legs drawn up. Hiding his mouth as he spoke but the voice was clear and unmistakably dead like. Hayto breaths evenly but it wasn't disrupted by his word speaking. His not in pain in a physical manner. He clearly was buttoning his shirt.

"You are the next King. The one with power to fix our realm falling apart." Riddle jolts in going to approach but is stuck to the spot. Finds to be the one with a knife pointed at him, Hayto making his stand. He got out of bed and was very prepared to fight Riddle. A look of hatred and annoyance.

"You know what I meant." He bares it more steady. Squaring eye to eye. Waiting for a response but Riddle is to experienced in knife threats. Knocked it out Haytos hand forced hold of Hayto's arm, pulling him to the wall in breaking down the defense of fighting. Hayto sinks into shadow, Riddle hands empty and perplexed. Looking around confused.

These two make it outside the dorms with trading punches. She sits nearby, watching but not taking part. Although Riddle is the sick guy that started laughing about losing. Laying the floor taking hard blows, laughing in looking up at Hayto. Hayto being beyond frustrated with the long haired undertaker. Sitting at the floor side as he was exhausted form the adrenaline running out.

"Aren't you going to kill me?" Riddle provoking the annoyance to over boil again. The blind rage has stopped now, Hayto looked at his own hands and the blood of them. Riddle glares at the floor, "Well?"

"Go screw with someone else's life." Hayto stands and walks off. He stubles a little yet he left Riddle alone. She sighs at why men do this to themselves.

"I was mad at my partner too. How he controlled my life." She speaks mostly at Riddle, since Hayto was cooling off alone, "Go chase after him, idiot." She picked Riddle of the floor, "His the most vulnerable to being attacked now." Riddle steps with a limp but he doesn't need to hear her twice. Quick to intervene at protecting Hayto. She walks slowly is watching from a distance, Hayto punching a group of mages out. Here to kidnap him likely or if they are Darkwood... well. She stands hidden to watch what wasn't joining the fight yet. Riddle has Hayto's back, trading blows and guarding. Even in this condition.

"Mmm... this soul will do. I guess. Sadly not the ones I look for." A demon among the scrabble was a old guy with many energies. He looks familiar to her. She had heard this voice before.

"Demons are to not kill the living!" Riddle puts himself to block the dagger being used, a spark of the sheer strength and tension. And now... seeing the demons outfit. The image was clear to her. This was a demon that poaches her families soul. The guy seems to eats them to live forever or that's his claim. This guy was one that broke her relationship with Curiosity. Back when she was fooled to take her families backing and was introduced to this scaled servant of the family. Well so the demon claims, occasionally. She knows now, she should have trusted Curiosity more. Not to trust this slimy grease ball that took everything. The books prevented her being ate before.

"Wrath!" She screams at the demon and the demon was frozen from having prime attack for Hayto. This freak was covered in broken Armour that she couldn't see in living eyes. Now she can see what Curiosity did, this guy was turly a soul hunter. Covered in weapons and trophy victim items. She is no longer the clueless human.

"What do we have here?" He backed away from the pair and steps heavy steps in approach of her.

"I am taking back what you stolen from me." She sparks in met metal blades, eye to eye with the brown scales. He smells bad like wilderness in sand dunes. She has a morph metal blade with give her a advantage at sly tricks to get him cut up. She knows it's not his skin, she was cutting the trophy off. She hopes that among the dropped items was the chips of her mask that been missing.

Wrath is a demon with human qualities, like living human world quality. Wrath has been around a long time and travels universes like she does. She been evading him but now... now she wants her soul fragments back. She willing to play it dirty too; throwing salt, herbs and holy water over his head. When given the chance in close struggle, she tries to pry his eyes out. They struggle a long time, even as the living world light began to rise. Hayto dragged Riddle out of the sun light.

"I don't remember you." Wrath is getting mad that his not able to contorl this battle but equally she wasn't either, "You seem to know me." He has sly tricks of his own like curses and demon claws.

"Don't worry! I just paying back the suffering you made for us." She has prime grasp of his arm and claws off the Armour. She then bite him. This bite isn't human, she borrowed a god slayer name from her pages. Now... he tore his flesh to get her off. She spat his remains to the floor, "Your not even satisfying." She hissed, "Get out of this living world. Go or else." He staggered in feeling the side affect of poison through him. He narrowly through a hell gate to escape her. She now flinched at her own pain, the living world light hurts her too. She can feel the crisping of pages. She staggers backwards blind hope of some shelter. She scrunched down small, lesser surface area to be burnt by. She could not really see where to find shelter, but gladly Hayto walked over and helped her over. Back into the dorms. She walks herself without help while the lads were more injured and helped each other. She staggers but she wasn't limping like they are.

Back to the room, the other students have started stirring from the commotion of sounds. The management team were doing room inspections which helped cover up the demon events. Hayto manages to get Riddle onto his bunk and Tricky does her book trick, shelving herself to a random curriculum stack. He forced himself to use the shower, patching some wounds (he gets in fights a lot and wood working had left plenty of splinters before). He was properly dressed when the dorm inspectors were in his room. They checked ID cards, lease contracts and formal ID. These folks are Mages, she can tell. She reformed into a person and leans holding Hayto's shoulders. This sort of looming over him was clearly marking him under her care and she glares at these inspectors.

"Mr Danto." His last name, "We have some thing you might be interested in. Here." Mage introduced packet file, "We will be moving you to a better dorm, since you are eligible." He frowns and certainly got her hands off. She certainly keeps blocking these mages from doing magic around him. She had even pulled one by the callor to prove a point. Surrender is posed and she released them. Hayto is allowed time to pack freely and she carried Riddle in a piggy back. She steps into Hayto's shadow, putting Riddle there.

"Why did you do this?" Riddle asked her.

"Mages can feel his energy too. They know his not normal. Please, have a demon Lord in his business... it nice to have some understanding humans on his side. They may or may not know what undertakers are. The veil of a mage is... awkward. They see holy and sins, maybe the occasional damned. But I don't think there were many cases of undertakers seen by mages." She makes a first aid kit appear and waved that he take the shirt off, "You need stitches." She sorts out cleaning the kit ready and Riddle was somewhat reluctant. He sits putting up with her, and was shocked in her delicate work. She spies on the outside world through her real mask, watching Hayto's back. She patched up to wrapping once Hayto was on a coach, his two suit cases under bus. He was comfortable in reading the information provided. Riddle was redressed and got out the shadow, sitting beside Hayto. He reads over Haytos shoulder, scanning the same information - now they weren't bound by a contract. She stays a little longer, leaving no mess behind. She removed herself from hiding when the coach stopped in neutral. grounds.

"Mistress Tricky? What a surprise... Here I thought you got thrown and lost to the outer reaches of boundaries. Lost when the patched timescape was refreshed." She was seated alone behind Riddle and Hayto. She doesn't act to acknowledge the sound of someone talking at her. She wasn't even confident that this was freind or feo. She simply stays in as settled form possible, looking out to off loading students. She watched the students with potential mage past to be off first, those with lineage from nobility. Those remaining are naturally created mages from energy spills from natural energy pools from off mage territories.

Hayto is an example of someone altered from having an odd soul or from an environment causing his magic. These types are taken the church route, as God followers were the best suited agents of spiritual changes. So, what God follower suited the aura of an undertaker? She folds her right arm over torso and her left hand holding her mask jaw, keenly tuned in what the two in front of her does next. She heard the information that the two whispered to each other about, the severed link has forced them to voice such bickering to sound. She even smirked at how childish they are. Immature commentary of clothing style and remarks of the auras they felt from these mages. She wasn't interested in correcting them both, only what they assumed was to her amusement.