16 - raising chains

The family sits in the large living space. The kids playing a battle between them on the console. The adults posed with so many expressions. The leader of them is a woman who was most buried under her hands, disappointment. She stares from her hands to how the front doors open, the person next in charge for when she die. Strolls in like nothing was happening. Playing it cool. The console was turned off and the children align in size order. Quick at the bow and ordered in gesture to leave to thier rooms. They look back to the real leader here and she waves all the same.

"There will never be enough demons, gods and family that can clean up what you have done." She puts her hand in lap and the sheer expressions of those not aware of what this was about. He laughs like it doesn't matter, no it was ,,***.n his laughter hide his fear or that he lost it. He laughs longer as the more posed being nosy in whatever argument this was shaping to be.

"You said that having a few affairs wouldn't be a problem."

"As long as they werent of any relation within 10 generations." His sister speaking up like she was helping. They both glare her down and she posed open hands.

"Or that they were Darkwood, Glader or Fallown." The little brother piecing the points this argument is making, "So he has made a child. Didn't he at least take care of this in the several ways that are at our disposal."

"He must have lumped this baby mother with the 29 that took us to court." The sister salting the open wounds and the two siblings slowly see they hit the nail. Money is now exchanged between them, the sister lost a bet. The leader rubs her headache wishing it go away.

"The book was missing a page, so I had to chase up leads on where it went." He claps in this being the main point.

"Well which book. We have quiet the collective library of cursed and sentient books." The youngest hissed.

"The one that we sold the family's future for and that was lost. The book of broken that we made a deal with a demon god. The book that gave us the power and influence in both this world and the realms of hell." He posed openly with being dreadfully honest. This is book still doesn't ring bells for even the leader, given the lady didn't get what this had to do with the unknown child.

"The one that is literally in a vat of God slayer blood?" The young brother works out.

"Yeah... the book that is literally dust to the core of the book. The leather is crispy charred brick. It was worthless and locked in 90 seals." He crossed arms, "But then the book broke all the seals and it was moved to the crystal glass case."

"So as it was transferred, a page was stolen."

"No." The leading lady made them turn, "The book is sentient form the soul trapped within. It was the gramoire of lost and wayward souls. The page must have been torn out before and it escaped."

"The page was the names of the keepers that took control of the books powers. I was meant to be next. So when I came to find my name."

"It wad the stolen page." The sister nods.

"So your brat child got the page."

"Brat... sure." He sighed and waved.

She was brought into the manor from the back, changed into a dress and forced onto a older wheel chair. She is thread tied to it and the dress was literally sewn onto her. Her hair was neatly decorated and her face masked with a fake version of the family clay face. She is completely in her medication, aware around her but closed off from speaking or having focus. She was inspecting for the prime moment.

"And it took you this long to kill her?" The younger brother is pinched.

"You would have been in school with her. She's your junior by 3 years." The sister getting up and came close inspecting every inch of rhe girl and the lack of response, "Did you drug her?"

"She was in hospital for something and I didn't want the undertakers to sample her blood." Well that's to late. She did consider that Curiosity drugged her but she isn't in the mind frame to work it out. She was on many heart attack prevention meds and the seizures reduction. Meds to counter some affects of meds. A bit counter productive.

"The hospital would have ran a blood test to figure out what is wrong with her. Which would mean they already have blood." The long dragging sigh of the lady glaring at his blankness.

"We never use the health care here, so why would I know that?"

"Do you even know what is wrong with her and if it was safe to take her?"

"Does it matter if she lives or dies?"

The two sibilings shook at how ridiculous he is, that it did matter for the psychological reasons. That everyone else but him knows that sorrow is power. They all beleive its power that strong to cause problems. Little do they know of things yet even still it makes sense at their view that they think it is.

"Take her to the spare guest room. The family corridor." The lady orders, "Have a few qualifying practicetioner check her over." Servants bow and follow the order as asked. They lean at going to pick her up with the chair to carry her up the stairs, but the chains on her were different from before. They reached to try touching these chains, but living hands went through and the possession of rhe spirit was then tangled and locked on the floor. The confused human stands up looking around, taken over quickly by some other spirit before mayhem started.

"Its OK." Although seated, 'locked' to a wheel chair and assumed to be unresponsive. She held a sweet little thing in her hands, "Its OK, I didn't loose you. Everything will be OK." She softly purrs in holding the fluff ball closer. The sheer mannerism of petting a black kitten from out of no where put a discord in the rest of the room. She bravery to show affection in a terrible situation, considering that this is kidnap from hospital. She felt better just having the baby god slayer in kitten form with her, that comfort to it brought her comfort too.

"Welcome." She stopped purring and glared darkly at them all. She ignores them with the cat trying to get her to purr more. A little head bumping her and a paw reached to her chin. She gently goes back to purring and a little thing sighed happy. Purring into sleep, paw still on her chin. She kissed that paw and holds like a baby. Comfortable to sleep for the slayer.

"Who are you?" The leading Seer stands in asking then welcoming this stranger.

"Clearly I don't matter to this family and when I do, it's not me personally you care about either." She speaks gentle at not waking the little fluffy, "It would seem you just broken you protection barriers by forcing me here. Just sitting here is breaking the seals on many of the windows, doors and sealed passages." She frees her right hand and lifted it plucking a chain like a guitar string. The vibration traveled quickly and a door no far opened in a shower of splitters. This had everyone stood in alert and thr children leaving their rooms, afraid of the beings that suddenly were visible to them. This family weakened the veils between realms in order to steal the many tomes they have accumulated. There was many being here to steal back the books that belonged to thier care. For the sake of sanity, a blocker sight barrier was put down and she just shattered it in a pluck of a chain.

"Who are you!" Demanding command louder did nothing, not even does a girl flinch. The man made move to approach and to grab her. She point snaps, freezing just him alone in frozen time. He will break out but it's the delay that counts. She stands straight backed and head forwards, wavery in sliding a step. He hurled himself into the chair. She pulled a servant to steady herself from a minor daze. She made the place rattle in every corner, a metal clacking and the beam supports softly snapping within.

"Renounce your deal and this house will stay standing." She lifted her right hand in showing the chains all linked in webs here. The veil that held the lies of society together, "Renounce your deal with the demon you sold the family's future. Or I will leave nothing left for you to live off. I can't undo this action and I don't have the power to save you. Save yourselves. You brought me here. So it has to be done."

"You can't threaten us!" He tripped over the spirit locked in chain on the floor. The thinning is getting worse. The children upstairs are using casting to fight with their fears. Of course the fear was winning, they weren't taught the morals to protect themselves. They were brought up to contorl and demand spirits, not the self-belief or doing these simple things for themselves. Having servants to do simple stuff, they had no clue. The commotion has the aunt and young uncle flee to help them, the stairs creaking as the wood planks. Someone nearly fell through the ceiling. They all are shouting that whatever she was doing had to be stopped. The things of fear don't need to touch or even act scary. Just them standing around those up stairs were screaming in terror enough.

"Sounds like they are going to get paid well." Morpheus purrs.

"I know, right. They not even doing the scary faces." She flexed fingers and more chains are being strummed and more shattered glass sprays, "I am so tired of this weight." She raised her hand higher and a wall pulled down, a false wall that now spilt out books of a hidden library section. The books don't even land on the floor, snatched by gateways or picked up by servants. Servants that no longer needed to serve this useless family because having the books returned ended thier contracts. So many angels and demons coming though and breaking locked places for more books. A spirit riot has erupted with beings fighting each other for the same books or just being natural enemies of each other. Another finger strums and another lock broke.

The static of the living world is suffocating, water that was drowning yet it was real as the spirits. As now that the strongest seals were creaked open, spirits are back to being the ghosts. That they are back to being invisible and out of reach. She was back to being just a girl holding a kitten. Not a woman that towered over the cowards. Yet still her hand is as high as it reaches and fingers as stretched out as she can.

"I renounce my end of the contract with the demon wrath!" The youngest brother screams, turned heads of shock, "I wanted to bring down the church both in the afterlife and here! I want live and die a normal person! I wanted none of this responsibility or power to see. I didn't want to be the freak at school and i certainly didn't want to be in the shadow of my sibilings!" The contract seal crumbled over his hand and in breaking his promise lost use of his legs. There was a lot about him that was changing as he wiggled at the floor in pain. Finally as state of his contract, his soul will swap with the demon. The demon was able to live a human life and the human soul is sent to whatever life the demon had.

"Lovely, I still win in this contract even when he disappeared." He stands up and stretched. He laughed and smiles. He had even cart wheeled and flips. Rolling to pick up his elder brother off the floor, "And I screwed up you life, so that I can take your place in the line up. As long as..." The slow look over at her with the raised hand.

"Oh poor sweet little soul. You chased every last name between the core pages. Strikes them out with slayer poison. What a idiot?" She sighed.

"Can I eat that?" Morpheus asked.

"What did moma twilight tell you?" She humms and the kitten buries it head back to her, "That human that left that body is free eating." She states and Morpheus was gone. She has her left hand free, now it is posed at reaching for the chains along her right arm. Strumming pain with her fingers. Smiled sorrow in her eyes.

"Ugh... ugh..." The demon summons out the book, it burns his hands with how soaked in holy water and slayer blood, "But I crossed your names out. Even your nicknames. You. Your aren't meant to be. You should have been erased!" Wrath hitting the book of where he was talking about, not realizing the his pointing at a missing page, "I saved this guy for last."

"I am not the last written name." Her father shivered and is pulled up at the collar, "You didn't check the blank pages?" The demon flicked to the back pages. She slams the book put of his hands.

"Oh, oops." She had used her right hand too. Which meant that she struck the whole book with the chains that held the alterations of boundaries. In that moment of where the chains dropped bellow, the living was now the dead. The dead were the physical ones. As planned, undertaker all around of many kingdoms hand cuffed every Seer and Trickster. All but her. The book was picked up off the floor by her, melted in. The sound of all these broken pieces turned into god slayers. She finally had the control. The house didn't fall apart physically but this family was broken. The veils fixed and police are in place of undertakers. The witnesses that banded together in whistle blowing this church cult practice apart all were glaring. Unethical working contracts. Police raiding all the hidden rooms, computers and files. Fraud was part of this. Using the money for drug funds and the contacts of where the factories are, the dealers that handed it out and the other big companies caught in the web of lies. Torn chains.

One last thing was discovered, the basement of butchered remains. They are animal remains but with micro chips... pets. Family members.

She was clearly a victim of this family. Bruises on arms, defense cuts along arms and legs. She is pale and she plays it finally allowed to act out her emotions. A cry released, a cry that reflects the release of the broken chains and that was growing acceptance in herself. This was that she adjusted fully into this living world, the memories locked behind a brain blockage was flooding the memory of what she was this life and where she lives. Her real age and where she should be right now. Just a little girl that should be in preschool and hanging around total strangers.

"You are under arrest for kidnapping minor from a hospital and a bunch of other charges as the further this investigation can go. Everyone will be in cells. Kids sent home or to be placed with our minors program." The children from upstairs are kicking and screaming. Shouting servants to save them or to be not handled like the children they are. She not even decency dressed, the outfit they put her in was not for her age. She cries for her real mom, carried to the police car and riding on someone lap, she not even 2 years old. How could these Seer folks treat a child like this.

This was the real world, the reality without the spirits. This was what Wrath wanted and now he was going to see that living human life was never as grand as he planned it to be. That the crime was going to bite him back.

"When you grow up, I will come to find you again." Curiosity holds her with puppetry of the lady police officer, "Maybe you will look as strong as your spirit form, Lea." She nods and Morpheus was brought back to her. He is a black kitten after all. They all knew it came with her. The cops busting up the walls to find so much more. This house full of traps and hidden documents.

Going back to the life she left behind. Finally she was back in track, to how it was meant to go. This time it wasn't scary or a surprise. If anything, she was just mature for her age. How things are.