4.7

That acting veils between her and these people have changed, just as she was changed by Hayto. She knows that they can not do anything to her, the reality wouldn't excuse this. So when he shot that bullet, it shoots through layers of veils and breaking several barrer layers. The bullet stops short, stuck in the air and glitches like broken console game worlds. The room had a lapse moment of darkness. When the light returned, the glitches were gone. She was changed pose, but more then that had happened. Both the lad of the hoodie and Marcus looked exhausted. Seated forwards and both making some scared glances her direction. She at least leaned back, watching for words or some thing to happen. The daggers of origami released the dead demon from the wall, a gate opened with disposal of the corpse. The death god taking leave with shivering too.

"So who has the highest command of power here?" Riddle asking.

"Power is a meaningless assumption. You use that term when you have something to measure judgment of." She open the metal fan, "So, how do you measure that?"

"I am trying to judge who is the most dangerous." Riddle attempts clarity but she sighed. Hayto studies the fear reflexs some had being near her presence, even the other monarch of undertakers held a gun out but never at the purpose of firing it. The two other living people of the room leaned forwards held a deep frown.

"Wilkinson!" Marcus slamming the table and forced summon the demon, much younger looking then a moment before, "Fetch the locked box. The one that I told death to seal." Wilkinson shivers in bow and steps a shadow gate out of here.

"Its one of those times where the worth of keeping something is more a waste." The lad brushed his hair under the hoodie and went into a slow ranting in another language. He jolts silent with how the door into the meeting room clatters open.

"Does this appease you in forgiveness for shooting?" Marcus posed that direction of four grim reapers lowering a chest. It's take them four to unlock with different odd shape keys. They bow to the content once opened and shiver even lower as the chest rattled. The lid lifts with a forked tongue lashed, the table surface turned blacked. The lift clattered loud along the floor with a arrow shaped serpent head darting quick. The pawed feet step melting the table as it climbs over. The coiled long thin shape sprung in flying at her. She doesn't even acknowledge the creature as it checks her smell out.

Riddle pulled Hayto away from the creature, does everything he could possibly achieve in protecting Hayto from harm.

"Appease me?" She voices in wonder like it never accrued to her. This wasn't even intended sarcastic commentary from her, it's that she hears so many other broken voices and the volume of shouting from many tome areas. All out war around many of the shelving units has rung loud. She finds it is the keepers that were preparing to break the books themselves. She stares listless at how many books were changing and the sheer amount of welders of the many tomes at breaking point.

"All things come to find the end." The lad in the hoodie speaks in sheer honest clarity, it rung clear past many of the voices between pages and past those squeaking about the creature before her. She shook off the sorrow of chains she has assumed in order to accept looking after so many tomes for so long. So many names she no longer has to hold hope in darkness for, so many that never asked and never needed it. Total strangers that didn't even belong to her way of time.

"Well in order to take back the full pages you have given to me to look after. To release me from my duty." She trooped forwards in pride and wasn't a beat out of place for the heart she wears to often behind clay white. She flexs fingers that lost attachment to the layers of armor she wears in the sake of the whole souls that were peaceful and never asked for her protection.

The crystal shell was shattering cover her, she didn't need to move much for it to fall and desentagrate off her. She just blinks and the double layer masks fell, both the false one and the one made of regerts. She starts deep into the creatures eyes before her, a soft smile of a familiar face. She posed her right hand, letting the creature smell the clumps falling off and he brushes his face purring on her real flesh, her real hand. Not of claws. Not of rotten flesh. She can feel this creature breathed, the veins pumping and her own through her chest.

"I am glad you are OK. Locked in a box all this time." She was delicate now, so much more herself and without a doubt. Just human.

The false assumptions she made in defense, also gone. Her pain. Her shoulder lighter. She can think clearly. The voices gone. She draw in at meeting forehead with the creature.

"You should start again, you know where to stop when you stumble. You out of many out there among the sea of stars will.always be surrounded by warmth of others. No matter what." She doesn't really care that the creature spoke these words, "Even when we are away, you always have thought about us. Made candles in respect of us." Her cabinet of beauty smelling candles, "I came to take you back now. You stranded yourself to far away now."

"I am always the Tricky soul." She laughs and it purrs agreeing, "There is one last thing before I go." She nods and it nods giving space. She stands up at the sheer terror everyone else made. She smiles so happy of how right that is for a normal reaction. She posed over her only area of herself that is damaged, her tummy. She sighed, just knowing that it was the cause of so much of her problems. She reached through... She doesn't even feel the pain, it was like a metal spilnter out the skin. Relief of the foreign objects.

"I relinquish my duty as a keeper of tomes. I revoke my vows that once bound eternity to the beyond. I only take the experience that was honoured to me." She speaks in that same clarity, real to her core, "I accept any lawful punishment needed and be exiled from these known territories." The gates so many worlds, so many hands of many sigil central open and release hold on her, "I revoke my rights in duty and bow my head to those I leave behind." She bows to the room, "I allow that of judgement veil over me." The quick flash of a blade chops through, and out clean... not a wound but a seal of approval, "I declare..." She stands straight. Forwards and finally with only herself holding back, "I..." She hears silence and she feels sorrow of being alone, so long she's thought she was mad but really she found comfort in other voices, "I want start again." She was no stopped by any veil to the scythe being, "I want to got back to where I should have been, to continue a life I left behind thoughtlessly. If that is to much, then at least start again back there. Crawl the many worlds back to do so." The being shook softly she stares accepting that it was to late.

"It's never to late." A gate is opened and both her and the creature are taken. She let's whatever to be, be it. She will accept everything.