Soul educational introduction

She sets example items that she needs for her lecture today along the front teacher's desk. Still feeling weak, no matter the amount of food, sleep, or meditation. She had a noticeably changing appearance that everyone chooses to not ask about. These days the lizards are afraid of her, even her favourites are so scared of being within her reach. The cane becomes more relied on as things go on. This evening was a classroom session with an open invite from anyone wishing to learn. All part of the spare copies of task candle ingredients gathering.

As she stood at the front waiting for more seats to fill, she lit a candle. Holding it to cast her shadow behind her, her darkness making writing on the smart board and the whiteboard. Even a pen floats ticking the living humans register. She closed the lid of the candle when a couple of undertakers entered, they sat in a back row. She knew the candle affects them, putting it down for now.

"Every death god and the Grim reaper is required to learn this. That soul is adapted to the realms they come from, thus when it came time to remove them from the realm. It was important to do this correctly as possible. There is also a clear difference between death gods and grim reapers. Even their souls differ." She pauses with a raised hand, "Everything in a realm is required to have a soul or in the case of soulless creatures - they once had a soul and adapted when they lost them." She sees the hand fallen now and she softly posed for them to ask.

"You answered it but I was going to ask if everything in the known universe has a soul."

"They had, have, or will have. Depending on the realm they are in and how the body for that realm works." She posed with flat hands showing the whiteboard first, "I am going to simplify things to extremes and censor some content for the living." She points to the drawing, "Your body is a bottle or jar. Your soul is the content inside. The way we remove the soul from the jar differs in realms. In some places, there is no jar or the soul is the jar. But that's complicated." She folds back to the object in front of her, "How we categorize realms and souls is the same. The living is jars with liquid inside. Demons are small containers with too many souls. Angels are a seed soul in a pot of soil. Undertakers are souls inside clay bodies, the longer they have been around the more the clay outer shell begins added as the soul." She posed, "Grim reapers are jars of the soul but death gods... Well... just any god is unique. Such things sensitive for even you lot here." She picked up some of the objects, "But we have accidental issues or just stubborn souls that don't leave realms. The soul adapts to stay longer in a realm it shouldn't be. So we get cursed objects and begin side-tracking ourselves to understand what prayer, spellcraft, and curse mean. These are souls but in a different forms. Humans a liquid. These guys are gas-formed souls." She points to a student, "But you and I are different. We aren't liquid souls. Cursed people like us are solid souls." She stops pointing at the Seer, "The undertaker clay form is sometimes the shape a curse takes. Thus..." She summons a fake damned mask, "Masked souls are without bodies. You must never use a scythe on them because they are already pure souls." She puts it down on the desk.

Hands of may raise and she chooses at random.

"Why can't I see what you held as a mask?"

"Simply the law of veil. Souls govern what you are allowed to see and what you aren't allowed to see. That's putting it way too simply in explaining a very complex law. My explanation will do but you both know it's more to it." The being nods at accepting the censor. She chooses another hand raised.

"So souls are in stats of matter?"

"They can be. It's complicated and not studied for us to know the whole truth. The only survey that ever happened was the one that was made in the creation of the tome. The time that death gods and grim use to mark when we die and the entry when we are born. That tome."

"is there reincarnation?"

"As of the last I checked, we stopped allowing the system. There have been unsettling events that have stopped the normal process of proceeding for souls. Only gods know but even then they are without full permission." She posed, "I am not censoring all this because I need to for your sake. It's that you stop understanding me. Your soul has defensive measures at protecting you, and these things become a little grey." Dropping a lot of hands. She settles in letting them mutter between themselves.

"What about soulless creatures?" She softly returns to the whiteboard.

"So I haven't gone over one last thing and it makes sense now for me to mention it. Now we have working brains." She directed to the jar diagram, "The media of air around the jar is also important to consider. Living realms are high-density. Death realms are vacuums. Sigil is sort of the pressure between them. We have jars to protect the soul and sometimes we don't need jars if it's too much of a burden to hassle. This is how we categorize souls and realms. The higher ranks will talk about realms as if they are souls themselves. We consider the many souls within living realms as the collective singularity. This is the human realm, the density of living has intellectual property. Although if we want to be pedantic, this is a beast realm of all species. Not to insult any former animal types here with us." The raised brows of students didn't consider that. The objects along the desk moved of their own accord to start shuffling slowly away from her. She had to light a candle briefly to make them disappear, back to safekeeping. She replaced them with another set of oddities as she caps the candle lid back. The front row of students shuffled backwards from that experience.

"What about dream walking?" A student asks and is very advanced in study sort. She closed her hands in thinking things through before coming to an answer. Many confused expressions or those that did pondering the same thing.

"To explain what dream walking is and how that affects the soul. It is to advance at this stage to get into. But the best way I can simplify an answer." She checked the sort of people here and their sort of reasons for learning. For the time being, no one here is looking like a troublemaker. On the safe side, she can warn them, "Dream walking is the safest realm travel, as only an echo or the soft steam of your soul is what is travelling realms. But this doesn't completely disregard the danger of realm crossing entirely. I would even go at a threat to tell you to not do it. I can't always stop you. For most humans dream walking is natural, sort of second nature but they aren't aware that dreams are just other realities. The saying goes, 'dreams are just dreams, nothing real'. For all of you now, this isn't the case anymore. You are more aware and more of an active target to dream eaters. Harmless to your real body but a soul danger to you. Dying in your dreams has bad mental health issues and if you ever need support. Please consider making steps. I may not be a doctor but I can protect you while you are sleeping. There is a price to these sorts of things and it is a personal request. You may not want me scaring away all your dreams."

For the living this was a wonderful insight into something new, it was censored plenty enough that it was approved by those hunters among them. She didn't go into the depth of dreams and nightmares. She didn't even talk about the realms of dreamlands. She simply spoke of the way human souls act to dream and its danger to these students.

"While dream walking, would we be able to complete requests?"

"Humans can't." She shook at this, "The odd part is, a cursed human with a spirit mask can't dream. They are fundamentally adapted to not. They can complete requests if you follow the laws. Cursed people have societies and laws of those societies. Those aren't laws to ignore. And most times those that can understand a cursed being are more dangerous. Even other curses are. I have a moral compass at least to not bother little fish like you lot."

"Sorry, what?" Several taken back at the end part, she has to shuffle the soul items back to her table again. Posed in the sweetest manner possible and yet strictly as a professional. Muttering among them passes and brings the Seer to raise a hand.

"Does this mean you are a noble damned?"

"Correct, I am among the top creme sorts. Even the middle-class folks should be giving a gesture of respect." She tilts, "But you're a living human with a curse. I am adapted differently. You're a small fish. Maybe someday when after you die, your rank will change. Until then, you are under my protection. Even if we don't see eye to eye. As higher noble, we take responsibility for looking after the little ones with potential. Although in May standard, you aren't any different to a feral soulless damned. I would argue that your living status lowers you further than you or our bloodline realized. They don't think that when we tell them. Ignorance."

Something new for the hunters learning about the society through someone authorized in speaking to them. She collected back up all the objects and puts them away, nothing of hers left out. She finally poses to the smart board she used for the class.

"I went really basic about containers and souls. Wish to end this session with some food for thought. You understand that every realm's air density has different energies and that most times if you are around a gate too long, you become sensitive and aware. It is likely how most of you students of humans became as you are. Be it the gates or things from the gates. Humans are jars but how open your lids are is how often in contact with other spirits. As you finish this school, you learn control of removing and capping your lids. A key skill we want to make sure you have before you release to the rest of the world." She posed to the diagrams, given this is a light projection onto a surface. This also revealed her lack of a face entirely, "Jars can become unstable if you fill them wrong and this is where demons and angels are of the due to rebalance your energy. When things go wrong, undertakers help those with broken jars. As long as you are human, you have a jar, a body. Your health does matter, holding protection of your soul. When the body is weak, you are prone to fill your jar. Creaks of failing health will amount to death." She turns it off, "But for you advanced people. Having a little spare energy, of your good body balanced and trained. That is such a wonderful help to you. Energy is soul steam, it passes through one jar to the next. Some energies are great defence or protection from spirit threats. Humans naturally have prayer and curse, which unknowingly spills some of this energy. Spirits have very advance uses of such things, depending on the realms you are visiting. Laws must be followed but I implore some soft controlled experiments. But be careful, realms will defend themselves if you ruin balance. That energy went somewhere, never broken or destroyed."

She posed a courtesy as told of the end of class and most ran out faster than eyes can blink. Some are stuck to their seats. She erased things and turned the computer off. She picks her cane up and hobbles onwards. She held her front which was new for them, making unsteady steps. She felt as she did before her body adjusted itself. She can't do sports in this condition but she can still fight combate. About mostly down the corridor, a spirit from her class steps in walking beside her. She gathered this was due to her energy or interest of talking.

"You are in a school of all these teenagers and yet your are starved." A damned, she isn't going to judge them.

"I have nesh taste. I can't eat their energies. They aren't suffering from the soul." She stares deeper at the corridor of knowing a damned door way stops her soon. She takes pause instead of trusting them, "Not even the pool fo tears will ever satisfied. I have walked to the edge of existence. Off time and off the edge of space itself. My hunger was adapted to survival in the void-torn realities. Nothing in this universe at the moment will do good for me. If I leave, I lose progress in making myself existence." She tilts as the door altered for another realm. She felt the aura changing and the sort of suffering beyond it, "So your a visiting Ender. What sort of service are you declaring favour?"

"You are the only one that graphs soul fragments on even the souls that aren't normally compatible. I have many broken fragments and not way of placing them." She gently nods at understanding.

"I have some fragments that are unsuitable for this universe. I can give you time to browse through. I take the ones that you can't use inexchange. The souls conditions it what matters more then fairness in trade." She felt up the door and brushed the designs of the carvings. This was an unique Ender. Not many have fancy doorways. She can't help feel the same emotions and burdens. She sensitive to all sorts of chains. She can see he passes this door alot, chains of sin strengthen its pull back to his universe. Glad that he has someone in him time space that cares, aware or not.

"You starve yourself out of love for this universe. You have strong willpower. Most are converted into god eaters by now and executed for touching living realms." She removed the tome of broken souls and offer it open. It throw pages and snatched him into the pages. She stands protecting this gate, waiting on his return. She aware there is other exits and entry into the broken tome. She doesn't wait long for the striding pace of the stranger to be right back here, glaring at her.

"I am sorry for the treatment or that maybe you were told by the souls in there what things there is. I want them to be happy but the cost of rebreaking this fragile universe. I was denied entitled duty to do so. It isn't even my fault my soul name was sold off, my father preferred I was butchered. He had no clue how that choose lead to what I have become. I know I am a monster. That I should stay on the edge of dreams, continue being a harvest picker. But by Law, I was human once. This universe reverts time backwards constantly. I am unable to prevent such a unique universe nature. If I die to soon, the gods frown. I live to long the seams I made to keep it together falls apart. Paradoxical problems." She posed hands in a shape, "This universe was once a beautiful morphing vase of many colours layers. It was broken and some segments devoured by existence eaters in that war. I became a harvester to save this. My original universe. I learned to do what I do myself, I am condemned for it. This jar stands and morphs trying to fix the gaps it's missing. I was almost done fixing the holes. But internal affairs. I was punished in chains. Not that it stopped me. I found using chains helps actually. But then I was removed of my tome titles that made such things able."

She holds herself and shivers at pains.

"You willing to spend your precious everything to finish that job. Starved and not backing down." The Ender pats her shoulder, "Souls like you are exactly why I don't give up either. You are exactly like me, if this was my original universe. Willing to be the monster if it means doing what holds it all together. This is what justified you as a cog soul to this universe. Take at least pride you are rewarded slowly as things go. Eventually its all you will need to finish the jobs." She nods and away through the door they left. She watched it disappear for good. She takes awareness of that she was seen watching darkness acting off, likely one of many spies for many sort of case courts. She puts the tome away. Wabbling on back to her room. Passing the very mad and unable to leave undertaker chained to the wall. On this passing she sent this guy back to Sigil. No chains attached. She doesn't want him left for time revert. back to her room to make a text book and teaching guide of her experimental teaching. So time reverts she not having to repeat full copy of it all again. If it's really good she will be sending a publish version to Sigil. She can collect royalty pay each turn over of the afterlife. Today was a slice of many classes she looking at making and was a broad introduction for soul things. She is aware she can't put taboo ideas like why God souls are what they are. She does however consider doing so in explaining why this affects sigil ranking in a spirit censor copy. She knows that she can't use humans as focus study in a spirit copy. She will instead focus on undertakers.