4.14

She laid along the couch staring at the third court board. Clearly there was four groups of many pins with off threads that nets together. One tree of pins are a representation of her family tree, divided with half assumed living and half dead. The threads that came off individuals would be strung along the diagrams of what the ranking system is for undertakers kingdom parts, angels pyramid and a web of lies for demons (which how best she can imagine the mess of the demon sector).

She sips the tea cup empty and added more from her flask. She stares at this board a long time at the vast detailed notes in a picture language. She clearly made up her own hieroglyphics and she can read it just fine. She sees the love triangles and the dirty laundry for each generation of this family tree. Still on the outfit she made of patchwork. She slide glance of what the time was, forgotten that she paused time. She looks back at this board.

"Clearly there was somepoint in one life that I was obsessed with pleasing my family and climbing my family ranks." She spoke out loud but she considered it was to stir anyone hiding to come annoy her, "A road that ended up no where but not wasted time. Look at just how much that seemed to be uncover. The dirty stuff they wanted hidden." She sighed and puts the cup aside, "I wonder if I would forget all of this again. Sit around trying to work out and understand the point of all this. Spend another life trying to climb a ladder of knives."

"This is amazing." The crisp suit has a living quality, he breath this air and she does. He holds presence of existing at the same reality she does. The wide then human grin and clawed hands that rub like stone on stone. Eyes keen on her then the board itself.

"Why are you trying to eat my soul? What good comes from it?" She throw the flask of hot tea and he hissed in the scolding hot water. She stands and flicked a foot that pushed the board back to storage. She stands in the space at ready to defend herself.

"You! You are the book keeper." He exclaims and was more excited at having her trapped her then bothering with being in pain. She can't help but give a long distance sigh. It carried so much pain through it that even this creep peeled away one step. He wasn't expecting this sort of expression from her and the aura that drops cold. He turly shivered when her eyes adjusted at looking at this smart demon Lord.

"Broken souls?" She posed open hands that grasp at the emptiness, "Broken dreams. Broken hope. Lost nightmares. Forgotten realms. Lost gods. Broken spirits. Abused. Damned. Erased from view." She made a step forward and he trades with backing away from her, "What especially does a demon like you seem to gain from crushing sand? All you doing is to pummel dust into fine dust." She was clearly scaring the demon Lord. The man so suddenly so terrified of her, "Broken chains of forgotten promises and ideas that will never pass." She had hold of a chain came to life and throws it over him, "You really think that you can be strong enough to burden the sins and sorrow of lives that can't be?" She watched the demon loose glamour and then felt torn by the nature of jagged sharp chain loops that barely stays together. The burden of this particular sin chain was torture in itself, leaving scratches and embedding metal flakes. He lays on her floor, gasped and weak.

"Why aren't you speaking in a garbled tongue?" He mustered in wheezing and she lowered to sitting kneeled away from him. Gazing at nothing and holding the length of chain herself. She allows the cold bare metal to scold her hands too, and passively allow this burden to be at her hands.

"I am a God worshipped by humans! I have power over you and the sacrifices you many generations have given me to devour. I greed for more and you provided!" He lays all squirmy in trying to get out of chains that only bite into him more, "I will not be over powered by a weak puny little thing, a delicate petal like you!" She finds her gaze lowering to the demon that then sort of squeaked. She closed her hands around the chain, letting her blood seep into the metal chains.

"I am so close now. I wish to be banished from this world and to be returned to the life I fleed from. This chain as my guide and burden, the fault of my making." She spoke so softly, "I take with me this demon that had foolishly followed my cowardly path." She felt the room of all the charms and salt. She along with this demon cut up by the grains and paper that Flys in great powerful force. That of the drop of the floor caved through taking her and the demon. She held her posture while the demon flayed about in screaming.

A life for a life. It is to hoping this is the last time. The last try to get back to where she started from. Back.