26 Departure and cutting aprons.

The undertaker realm has been explained as a series of many departments that look after any human replacing mishaps or settling living world papers in living courts to ease souls that have been through a spirit accident. So many departments of many periods, since the land of the living, reverts time every so often. A change to a human being being removed or place back in has a domino effect that requires folks to intervene. This is the real duty of an undertaker.

The less so glamour secondary duty is to themselves. All these undertakers were not able to fit in hell and didn't rise to heaven. They can't let go of something but they have to leave the living world behind. There are many continental kingdoms, each a monarch with dukes and Duchesses. Under a Duke or Duchess are high-acting nobles and those that do fit in is the turn little people. The little people are hidden in the dark shadows and the unflattering parts of the undertaker realms. They maintain the realm, do the dirty jobs and are the main workforce that prepares the actual documents for all courts. They stay in the clothes they died in and most time the wounds they died with are left on show. They don't care about keeping their appearance if they are left in darkness to fester.

Not all undertakers are allowed to enter and leave the living lands. They don't even know how history changes without them or how time moved on from the era they died from. These are the folks the monarch suspected to revolt against his ex-Shade.

"Are you going to sign in?" The monarch knocked on the security check-in, the acting border force that prevents anyone from leaving in and out as they please. She walked right through the gates, ignoring the runic patterns and security checks. But it also aged her, from a little five-year-old turned back to a glaring masked young lady. Her patchwork dress hugged tighter and her height is appropriate for a college student. Her veil is still a mysterious item, it hovers close wrap to her face like it was underwater. There is something overall ghostly and ethereal about her now, unpleasant to look into her eyes.

"Lea." Her mother not caring about what her little girl is and what makes her special. Was right over her in a bear grasp. Yet death came to her mom, a woman with no echo of human emotion in her voice. That monotone cadence the dead all have. Lea posed accepting her stepfather, the English man to join in. He knows that hugs are what this family has affectation for each other.

"Mom and dad, are always so important to me. I will be sad that you left the living world but I am grateful you are fitting in as high noble ranks." She looks at their uniforms and the love they share for each other, "I am glad you hold the same love you did while alive. Even death did you briefly part, didn't separate you." The scythe stood being held by one of the slayers as Lea was having family Time. The creature growls if anyone, not her approaches.

"Just where do all your creatures hide?" Her mom asked.

"That's a secret." Lea snickered, indeed Lea had more of a living way about her even though she still breathing and speaking as a living person should, "I have become a part-time nanny, on top of my other jobs. I am just doing Twilight a favor, protecting her gates."

"And that's not a secret?"

"It's how I protect and do that is." She takes one last little strong hug from them and sighed. She steps back, taking back her Scythe, "Do you want the family swords?" Lea asked them.

"No. They are in good hands with you. You also have all the rights to continue your candles. I had hoped to order some."

"As my first undertaker customer in this lifetime, I will give you my welcome package deal." Lea snaps her left-hand fingers and a cursed object appears, she lowered petting the creepy leg suitcase, and then it opens. She sank her upper half into the box completely. She rummages for a time and then out of the box, she has a crate hamper, "My parting gift to my beloved parents. You will have to pay for the next one. And extras will be needing some explanation." Box posed over from her to her mom, "No soul binds here."

Her stepfather braves in taking the hamper. Lea gives the last courtesy to them and now there draw off all attachments that they held as living people. Now, her parents were dead spirit people and were to be treated as such. Distance has it maybe, they aren't human anymore. Human emotions will not cloud their hearts as they would if they were alive. Lea is the one who must burden this, not them. They have let go, as they had let go of living. At least there is still affection and love, which shows in odd ways. Her mother still can gesture her smile knowing this was the right thing.

"There we go." A trolley of papers stacked high ready for departure with Lea. It was just a matter of waiting for Lea's living body to land on British soil or for the British undertakers to send a gateway to collect her spiritual side. Sensing both her spirit and body, she knows that her living body is still on the airplane over the ocean blue. The window seat shows miles of water, sky, and clouds. A little turbulent with the gulf stream.

"Sign." The American monarch is still mad, if he can get her to sign a confession of all history she made, she can be court-judged. Sending her quicker off his soil by killing her living side and sending her soul to wherever afterlife she judged to be. She doesn't need to. The document burned in the meer glance, there is a protective measure at play. All book Keepers and gate holders are to never sign anything. The afterlife sigil system protects such loopholes by the crest of promise on every official document. Making illegal documents easy to avoid if they aren't burning like the authentic ones. A breaching document will burn colors, this underhand tactic to kill her by signing a death warranty makes the flame black and leaves a sooty blue Ash over the counter. She isn't to blame for looking at it and it burns. The American king was about to draw his blade to have her beheaded then, as when a grey portal gate opened.

"Touch the woman and you will be devoured after judgment." The Crimson crest is a creature that protects between hell and god realms. It came here for the opportunity to meet the girl, let alone have a chance to pay off a debt it owns her by protecting her.

"Lord Crimson Dancer." The famous Crimson has made an appearance in many demon courts over demon hell land ownership and sinner slaves. There are many creatures of the afterlife who do many things, more organized than the human souls that filter the many spirit realms. The American Monarch steps down from his chances of getting rid of this girl faster, as now it was too late. The arrival of such creatures from hidden realms that came to respect and honor her was what he was preventing.

Many gateways of many hell realms, grey middle spirit worlds, and reaches of dream worlds. All creatures came, bow then gifted her something. They leave again. Some trade with her, like in old times with hand gestures and glances. She sold out her entire stock of old materials and premade candles. Off-realm relics were returned to good hands that will use them properly.

All in return, she has everything to fix the tome of slayer blood-crossed names. She was adorned with armor fitting her veteran title of battlefield soul snatcher and guardian of the waking worlds. She was blessed as a goddess of hidden worlds and the darkness keeper of realms that had no concept of evil. She is a Saint that prevents worse fate and warns of evil to come. The missing parts of her body returned to her, as those used to save lives or ransom for allowing her to cross sides. Now there were no regrets, no last attachments to keep her in America for now and there was nothing spirit-wise that traps her on American soil.

No more realm gates of strange worlds open anymore. She stands covered comfortably in scaled god armor, hands rested on the hilt of two goddess blades. The clothes she has buried underneath are such beautiful gifts. The death god cloth veil was now in keeping with all of her styles. Stood so still, she was as if a statue that stood all of the time.

The trolley of her departure, all those documents were suddenly large blazed purple hue flames. A single piece of paper was left behind among the ash. She moved so fast and without warning. Collecting her licenses. Her approval to have the authorization to work as a stand-alone court hunter. She works for all courts, excused by her many lives of learning. She knows the universe as it knows her.

"Beloved Lady Mystic, I have a court request." The Crimson Lord has still lingered here, "I was recommended by an Ender who guards the boundaries of magic energies and living realms."

"I take it that the creep left behind an empty barrel or that of a sunken head." She spoke its language and gestures her left hand to her emotional expression. They can't see her face or read her aura to tell otherwise.

"A broken clock and a living human device." She opens her left hand in taking these two items, "He muttered that a black snake normally deals with it."

"Twilight is busy. I am looking after her gateways in the meantime." No less than the moment the phone touched her hand, it rang. The caller ID is Philip. She holds the watch and answered the phone.

"Addressing you has become questionable. You are talking to the wandering undertaker. Twilight of night scale is busy with an Ender elder. She didn't say or leave much of why. I also take it that it has to do with worms. You left their corpses around and now they're in inquiries across undertakers and hell realms alike." She listens to his sharp breath, "Don't worry. I am alive and well." She changes to her living language and her breathy way, "I am 6 years old and flying to the UK. I am back home, this realm I left behind. Too much I regret to leave it unfinished."

"I am glad." He to had a loving tone about him and speaks English, "You know how to sort out the Crimson souls?"

"They are the literal Bridge between realms, each as unique as the gate doors they make either end. We must respect the effort of these wonderful souls." She smiles towards Lord Crimson, "If you wish for me to handle good relationships with such wise souls, I will respectfully help. As it is them, river Styx and the goddess of summons we give the grace to traverse universes and realms. Even through veils."

"Thank you for that explanation, it's exactly what I needed. Where do you think I can source some bones from?" An odd question but she doesn't bother thinking about the why.

"Was the pocket between the death realms and the hypnosis eye creature still accessed? It leaves souls, bodies, and bones of all it devoured there." The prolonged noise of knowledgeable understanding and hating the creepy place, "Since you are sending someone or yourself there. You should pick up the souls and leave behind objects off the corpses too. The cursed objects are great soul containers and will allow those to be recycled in the flames network system. The Styx and his sister love new souls to throw around."

"Do they, though?"

"Well, they get bored of you and me." She softly nods. He hung up and the clock and phone turned into raw materials. She pockets these for now.

"You are such a pleasure to work with." Lord Crimson has a glimmer in his eyes, "They are going to fix my torso?" She shrugs but the Crimson hugged her. She pats so gently letting the spirit cry in relief. It quickly got off her and left promptly. She lets the tears solidify on her, she has no method of getting them off her. Crimson is stone souls, everything that comes off them turns into stone. She looks like she was the one crying stone tears, these beaded gems glow and glisten.

Her living body has finally landed in England, Gatwick around the furthest terminals, early in the morning, and already was there a new person escorting her. She greeted them as family, they are her new family members. Meeting her step-sister, her boyfriend, and the two children. Her nephew was from another man but he had been brought up by this guy. The dynamics were wholesome as it gets. Brought up with different morals but were still able to respect and love all the same. Lea fits in but she knows that she was a strain in dark times. This was not only Lea's mother but her step-sister who lost her father. So things are sore, especially since he was buried over in America.

"I have a surprise for you." Lea is seated at a nice pub, a stop for breakfast. This place doesn't sell beer in the early day but the kitchens have food still, "Like you. Losing them is hard. So... I asked them to be cremated." Her sister wasn't in this sort of mood to talk so seriously with Lea. Lea looks so young, "So... I brought them with me." She takes her backpack to the side of her, "Well I got part of them. It only seems right that you should do what you want with your father. This was the best I can do with what little they do to listen to someone as young as me." A lovely carved wood box sealed closed. His name was in a gold inlay on the top. Simple words, a book quote. Her sister started to cry and even if she isn't a huge person, she is grateful for Lea's effort. This was good enough with the circumstances. The boyfriend held the box for a bit for prayer.

"Thank you." Everyone can finally enjoy their breakfast with no hard feelings left untouched. They can grieve and move on from this. No question that he will just suddenly come back. This was confirmed truth, exactly what they needed.

"It was weird that I had to declare them... I had to take their passports and have them stamped too. The process was awkward but I stuck to it." Lea says while holding coffee.

"You are very mature for a 6-year-old." so it was now the questions like what is it like living there and what she did at school. She had any friends or was she an outcast? They knew about the Seer family and already had bad feelings toward them. Gladly Lea shares their bad vibe for the Seer and can cover it all to being Seer being the fault.

"Gladly since you agreed to stay with us, we are your legal guardians. We have no wanting to deal with those Seers." Her sister snarls. It was obvious now, her sister and this boyfriend are spirit-able people. They see undertakers, angels, and demons. That seems to spirits of the damned (souls that have yet to depart from the living world with too strong a willpower to be sent to the afterlife).

"We have a few schools for you to pick from, you will need to choose fast." Slides information to her. But she has already chosen. She did some of her computer searches, and took out a file of what needed signing by her new legal guardian.

"I went there and dad." Her sister looking at the information, "I am glad we think alike. We can have you there in a week. Before then, did you want to see anything about England?"

Lea's eyes lit with excitement.

"I would like to go to a few museums and Avebury! Maybe even see Lincoln, York, and Oxford." She smiles giddily.

"They have trips for students to those sorts of things... but we can go to Avebury tomorrow. Take Nathan and Samantha with them. Their spirit teacher would be impressed too." So they have spirit teachers. An interesting way of accepting their cursed gift of afterlife knowledge.

A lovely pub breakfast, a lovely couple and a new novel turn over for Lea. Finally, she will see old friends and spirits that knew her. She just worries now how they will feel with her as she is. She isn't a coward nor does she need thier training. She not the little girl that cried at every creature that wasn't human. She wasn't afraid of making mistakes in spell casting like she did.