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"Get rid of it!" The boss shook the poor watcher at the collar. The watcher was open surrender hands, he can recognise that it was a bad idea to intervene between the relationship she made with the tomes. That room was always caked ashes of the many undertakers and death gods that the books got rid of. The names of those that are found with left behind equipment and clothing always appeared about in broken or hidden other realms. Some had even converted into god slayers, the only known method to artificially make them. But the books are in control of such things, according to assumptions. This can't be weaponized even if the god's willed it so. This sliverstone guy thinks he can or whatever other goal he tries to steal the books for power.

"I don't think you can just toss her back from where she came from." The demon lord lazed in a chair, most lack respect for the god killer, "You lot broke the beings that regulated such things. Now she doesn't belong. That was once a human. It seems that your watcher is in the right to had removed. She became one of them anomalies. He did his job which is taking her to where she can't cause time or history event changes in the living realms. She was not proper human even before he took her."

"She is still a human soul even when her container is adapted." The angel leans at the demons back and importantly was on the demons side about this topic. This wise grey angel is not someone to be swayed by ease of demon words. It only add more annoyance for the god killer.

"I own all of you and you all are against me?" The soul energy made them all uncomfortable as the worse thier owner felt to punish them. The watcher is the most affected, he still wounded from a suicide mission sent before he went for a drink. Now they all slept it off the drink and the boss man here was back to see no progress of what they do about her. This was where we are. She still sleeping in the monarchy's private room and the books aren't around here to witness this event. Rather she has hide her mask around the place to watch this undertaker watcher guy from disturbing her. So here she is as a witness or bystander. Watching the glow of energy torturing these poor three men in the bid of this sicko. In being only a mask, she can't intervene like before... unless it was really desperately needed. She would need to eat enough negative energies to stop something fatal.

"Get rid of her!" Commanded once more but no one makes moves go find her or act on the words.

"There a perfect rule for this. Outdated but it will do in the circumstances. The play field seems even as long as the tome is a witness of this." The demon has fingers taping together openly while sitting up, "I can't imagine that the little thing would have much powers but neither do you it seems." The demon was hit with a large wave and was at the floor struggling. The angel lowered to the demons side with a hand to comfort. Now things made sense. The watcher isn't on this guy side. They are all afraid and owned by him. It makes the whole killing the gods thing make sense in a way. Afraid of the influence.

The watcher had summoned out a tome and it floats itself in how it heard the suggestion. But it flutters in a slow process thinking pattern.

"The hunter will be the hunted." It bares repeating itself. The god killer stops torturing the demon in peering to the book disobeyed manner, "Her name is off record."

The watcher blinked several times in hearing what the book states. The demon helped back to the chair by the angel. Both stare stiff of the book. The god killer began to have that energy wave that was much to dangerous in this realm. But there has been plenty of negative things that passed enough for her masks influence. This energy collected hot and ready to burn the tome, only to find this energy was devoured by a thin sheet of shadow acting as a thin veil shield. This energy was successful transformed to ignition the few tomes in her storage, awaking tome of other universes. The energy explode back out the thin shield cloth, returning the energy favour in kind. Every surface that touched this wave was crystallized in glass casing... appearing like ice but the sheer intensity melted almost everything in the way. The god killer breaks out, affected horrifically with half his body melted as polished stone. He was not prepared to deflect such a devastating effect and wasn't expecting something so extraordinary from out of no where.

This original attack on her damned skin has definitely awaken her and burned her. She put herself in danger in order to protect the tome of this universe, again. She screams at the sensation that crawls a lightening pattern through her back. This was personal or rather she took this attack personal. Breaking out vast locked memories of her having to do things, just to survive. Her flash of lifetimes. Many versions of herself living and dying, all snapped at the same time in her mind. This is breaking point, a very certain death sentence... actually maybe they will wish death was simple. This wasn't going to let slip.

"I pity you." The tome made a paper figure floating itself in staring upon the god killer, "You just don't know what you have done." The collective of papers shuffled itself in rearranging, detection of name shifting. Tilted a off direction, "Oh dear. That dreamland boundaries just torn seam. If you want you soul in one piece, you might want to leave this universe." Blinked a moment, "No... you are actually too late. May the wrath of the multiverse have pity over you. Of which it looks like that might be asking too much." A tilt a new direction, "Another Ender?" It ponders confused.

The pages drop away the human form and lifted as a plaster doorway, for which a inked doorway opened into existence. Stepping through a court hunter from the multiverse. A stranger covered in all sorts of kit and eyes of a god slayer. It appears a human shape but that clearly is just the illusion to not scare prey away. The being steps past god barriers and a long limb pulled upon the god killer, lifted them with a matter of inspection. Ragged doll about in being defensiveness from the sheer energy this creature pours from its skin. It bares teeth, pointed and all directions. A neck breaking twisted shape, purring deep waves and with twelve more eyes opened. Scanning about the pitiful god killer.

"The bounty." broken accent purrs deeply, "Yes... this universe where hide." It slips back in how it sensed something worse, "broken are here." It drops this god killer and draw many weapons, "The keeper of the broken ones." Shrinks size to and shivers looking at all directions and more eyes scans, "You are an unfortunate. You not worth the effort anymore." It points blades at everything, "You are all allowed to exist because it watches you."

"Ragnar, for the last time. You are a nervous wreck." She thundered right out from the nearest fixed short cut and spoke above even the god killer. But this hunter understood her. It melts in her presence, shrinks right down to a little kitten, fluffy stood fur and hissing. Even still she can't help but find the kitten shape amusing. Lifting the now hand sized creature and cradling with loving matter. She doesn't mind the flesh of her arm being clawed up and the feral spitting. She poke his nose and he melts as she pats him like a kitten. He is all jelly in her touch. Bringing her to now focus with the god killer scrapping back up off the floor. She has this opportunity to have a good look at the soul as well as the face.

"You never coming back from this." Ragnar states in a way they all understand.

"You don't mind that I just... you know. recycle the useful parts." She turns to the pages that turned blank, a door was gone. The pages shuffles into a bound book. It floats gentle with having known she asked it something.

"We don't want to know what exactly you mean to harvest out of the tortured idiot." It softly breezes, "But is this the only name?"

"Well..." She tilts looking at the melted mirror behind the guy. He can't break the glaze to return through it. She tilted to the kitten in her hands, "There is a bounty? What set this bounty?" She listened to the purring in being able to translate god slayer. With a little nod and lets it free. It dove back into the pages, turned into an ink draw and faded away, "That's a mistake on your part." She doesn't need to move, her shadow does all the work. Chains lifted from her darkest depths and tendrils of fabric limbs reach and clothed over the god killer. Her shadow seeps into the mirror too. Clattered links of many chains with uncomfortable second lasting screams. She stands mutely as the darkness clouded all directions of hiding what the reality was doing. She posed in wonder, hand where a cheek should be with a finger playing about with her long hair. Where ever the mirror was, that been cleaned out of all souls that was reachable from shadows. Many of these souls filtered into the Broken time pages.

"What just happened?" The angel is who struggles the most. Like all others, normally, there is no light or darkness in their sight. There is no shadow. There are blind areas, but it's like corners and behind objects. Watching people sink in an otherwise normal looking area casts a new sense of fear. As for the demon, his been to the land of the living in a human possession before. He can recognise that this may be a perception veil thing. The watcher softly moves, taking out an old notebook. Began cycling through many pages and skim reading. He can't put past this deep feeling that she has known to him.

"They aren't gone. The only power in this universe to remove anyone without a trace is law breaking. I don't allow such things, nor would the books for that matter." Her voice was distant as her mask was hidden somewhere close by but not where her body is. So this throws the angel more to avoid her. Moving softly towards the canvases without images. He waits for the ink to draw in his destination, looking back afraid she would follow or whatever powers that sank the god killer. She leaves the guy alone, for now. The demon sticks around in peering at the painting portals she restored. Willing to wait to see what next. The watcher is totally absorbed into his reading skim thing.

"Where does a survivalist of a bombed world have time to learn skill for this sort of thing?" The demon posed left hand to the canvases. She scrunched up in crossing her front as always and steps softly back a little.

"I am a bookkeeper. The book pages I carry have many problems. The names written upon them are also corrupt and broken. Finding a way to help and return these names to the completed copies of tomes. That was what I was doing. This universe has many of these broken folks. I have been trying to reach them." She softly moved more away, "When they come back, there will be demand for blood or something. That werid guy before will have problems." She just barely makes out of range when that watcher had a strong and accurate grapple of her arm. He barely looked up from her in checking between the page and her. She can't get him off her arm. She tries to peel fingers off. It's not strength that makes him able. It's she has no method of getting a clay skin like that off her. She doesn't know the ball joint unlock with the right poke. She more used to pinching skin to make them flinch in order to let her free. She about tries to hold his hand back as he swiftly pulled her dragging. She tries to pick back to her feet as he drags her. She practically tried to stop them both so she could shake him off.

"Easy on her." The demon moves around to walk beside the watcher, "She clearly patched you up, and don't you guys prefer partners?"

"I have no doubt that before boss arrives. She can fix that one." He stops them both at the corridor of crystal and turns facing her, "I don't know how you can interact with time stopped areas but seeing as you have some of the items from there. You will be able to retrieve the paint. Somewhere is the condemned gate for solitary confinement. That is where they all went." He lets her go right here but in a way that prevents her going any other direction but the time stop corridor. She brushed her wrist like it hurt and checked her skin there.

"It be easier that you find the monarch." The demon advices at her, "I would not recommend lighting any candles. You will only make more suffer or flinch away."

"What sort of type of confinement is this place? We talking old 1st war or padded cells?" Both watcher and demon shrug at her question. She frowned at the uncomfortable uncertainty.

"Go. You have been given the key as jail keeper." She tilts confused of what he meant while he gave her a dagger. But she seen many daggers by angels be transformed into practically anything. So it had some logical sense of being a key. The watcher glares in waiting for her to do whatever to cross into the stop time. She steps backwards through. They flinched and then look about confused that she just sunk through with no pain or hesitation. She looks back at them as she unsure which painting was this gate he talked of. Many paintings were burnt smoldering and unfixable. She never found any of these undertakers down any frame she looked so far. So this gate was a proper prison for them, maybe she had to look for a more locked area or another mirror area.

She looks in dismay but recalls that this isn't living world. She knows now the ceiling is a floor too. She began looking up and looking at the wall for potential walkway. It would seem right that a drag path of all the husks they removed from the rooms would have pathway to this gate. So she had some hope.

The dagger key changed shape in her hand to a compass, likely her own subconscious needing more direction. She is careful at walking through. New corridors she found and more broken piles of hands and furniture. Ripped canvases with spill of bedroom furniture from it. Upon ruining the private rooms, the content vomits out. She tested this theory on a passing canvases that is a bedroom. Sure enough, she had to dodge it spat out back at her. This particular bedroom had someone that dressed up a lot. Makeup, accessories and many shoes. She takes a pair of shoes. She moved on, she finds places of scyffles. Weapons stuck in. Eventually she comes across an area that is clean. It looked wrong and the crystal here was thicker then her waist in places. She looks all directions of this 10 way junction. The floor at her feet is the normal floor. She would need to use a corridor to get to the ceiling floor, to reach whatever encrusted thing hide in that crystal. She looks at the compass dagger and it points to the ceiling. She looked up and has felt her neck strain. So she turned the compass into a mirror and used the reflection. The crystal was invisible in the reflection. Instead is that there is a marble white carved floor with a hole. There isn't a canvas. Just a hole.

"That might as well be a obleate." She looks around for a method to reach it. The corridors into this junction has some sort of construction that prevents. It's fenced off even. So how did they get in? She takes a bit of wood and throws it. It smacked being blocked by time crystal but now she knows just to step and jump. She shrinks the dagger and placed it into herself from her gap of a face, it was like a stone candy under her tongue.There isn't many who would try to steal it from her like that. Afraid the isolation would have damaged these folks.

She softly leaps, quiet pathetic looking of more a hop. But it was plenty that she passed the plank by and fall through the gate.