Cut out the layers

"How do you do that?" The Silverstone Empire leader voicing command of answers although she had nothing to hide in how she knew, "How did you know he was gifted and brought back?"

She didn't reply back so quickly as a thought of what future problems other shadow of the damned will encounter. She was also distracted by the many sins attached to this being. They are every bit the reflective mirror of liquid mass while having no realism. They have no smell about thier clothes. The mock features that make the face is just a lie, those aren't eyes. The chains that will not make this guy fall, no matter how hard the souls attached pull down upon these sins. They scream and hiss but he can't hear them. They can't see what she does.

"You erased 85 percent of the hidden populations. You attempted breaking a division of good and evil among gods. You are a blind lonely soul. The more you spread yourself the easier you make my future." She softly gets comfortable among all these people, well the illusion that she playing to be all confident and unbothered. She's anything but a nervous talker. She did not consider the consequences yet, "You make it easier for the nothingness."

Her lingered emotions, depth of knowledge shined through in her speech. Like the input was of her soul adding to it. She shuffled in her seat, at a moment notice to draw her blade and defend herself to survive. There was any chance that someone could duel her for her position as the cog ranker. To many of those names dislike her and this area was prime chance of being face to face.

"What definition was that last word in?" Curiosity keenly pointed out, knowing that her tone and accent isn't misplaced for no reason. A quick man for bringing a pen and paper to a meeting. She sensed a bit off guard with the intensive focus the undertaker made of her input.

"God eaters prefer the term 'void eyes' but I had to shuffle the languages in order to sound correct." She crossed her arms defending her choices while she noticed some unwelcome company here, "Call your ranking, Clothus. You will not take any soul in my care and I give you no permission to steal names. I would rather have you gutted and thrown away but we are in angels court grounds. We are neutralized parties respect and observe these laws. Do not give me a reason to have you hunted down." She warned these guests.

"Gah... Why is this thing here? It ruined the fun." Among the clothus are dancing hands in their own depth of conversation. Ranking themselves in law order and cursing her. Many of the room turned away for their own bargains. The crossing of so many levels of conversation took all of her focus at registering it. Even in the notice of Morse code taps between monarch and his allies. At least they are talking. Like how they recorded as the listening. She is recording even words whispered in secretive meanings. Her shadow hands at dancing of scrapping conversation in different places. Summons became worried of the unfiltered expression this girl is wearing, feeling that it was her best to silence the room.

There is no arguing against a universal constant. Summons is a cute nickname but it isn't anything close to describe this goddess. Movement from one area to another is her law. She is the balance of that scale. For as long she can stretch, is the distance she allows souls of others to travel. There a discomfort in such knowledge like this. Knowing her hands literally reach from one side of the universe to the other... and back again.

"Return to civilized sound range and stop whispering schemes that will lead to ashes." The clattered palms sounded exactly like these words. Practice over the years and her goddess title. It nice to see even clothus will respect Summons. The lady of hands softly shoulders over Luna. Telling the girl to relax more but it only make the little thing tense. She sees this girl was seeing something they all can't, and for that matter explains why this girl was defensive. The slide of constant looking of the clothus, meant it is the clothus that brought misfortunes unseen.

"This truce stands on very little and worse as the longer we do nothing. I hoped wiping away the plague of negative energies would brighten and correct this universe. I have watched many be consumed by darkness and lost." Silverstone leader glares, "To found the source of darkness be a little fragile human girl. Ignorant and naive. She has no experience of what good light and live is. Her world is grey and glum. Getting rid of her will only suffer another time-space, another's universe plagued by this little girl. This universe did a favour of removing it. But she so strong to crawl back." Shook in dismay, "I had reports of true title death gods failing to find and reap this soul. Thus she cheats dying among the living realms. But life doesn't give her blessing, this girl is not immortal." Only then did the hand gesture of her future self from the hotel make sense. This a reflection of the argued points this guy made.

"I am no goddess in Reincarnation. I am no longer living... or dead. But... I starve and strive forward. I have a soul. I am no doll. No toy. No joke." She babbled at over casting the leader of Silverstone, "Not so long ago I was worse then pathetic pass for even a human. I could not stomach the reality I was handed. I was weak and used that weakness in making others look after me. I was a burden. Even when given opportunity to grow and change, I wasted those chances. I was thrown away. There was nothing else this universe can do for someone so weak. I had a strong partner whom in the best interests of keeping soul densities balanced, was given a task that many undertakers would never accept so easy. Although I could see why he did and why he reached his chooses. I understand now." She stands and the blade was out. She twirls it about in the lingering silence and the sheer intensity of listeners at seat edge, "He could even save me and its my misunderstanding with misplaced anger that kept me. Yet in my soul, I also knew it was pointless to reach for my own murderer. Depths of hell I have fallen, centuries of thinking over my chooses. I found it wasn't enough and I climbed above. I still no matter how wise, good a deed of selfless acts. In the end, I was still to selfish to go any further. I walked god realms. Repaired unimaginable things. I were plenty cursed and gifted. Breaking rules in just breathing. Of course I had been bitten many a time by God eaters, slayers and even the things beyond that. Slayed existence eaters and waded those corpses for soul fragments. Still..." She stops swinging that place and with a well place thrust - the unseen was slain and as she draw back the blade, so follows the corpse of it into reality. The thing lay at the floor, she bats no eye about it, "I haven't seen a good bit of hunt in so long. Who knew that clothus make good bait? Maybe I should jar a few of you in my pocket." She was playing with the blood on the sword. Lost in a mile of thoughts.

"Lady huntress. Please... I came as message bringer." Spoken a god slayer shivering before them, "The broken Ender seeks trade." She paused in softly holding the blade as that certainly changes many things.

"Philip really is coming? I suspect he bring the end of nine realms of heaven along with." She sheathed that sword, "I say... I need to set the table." She hands on hips.

"This one them multiverse beings deals again." Curiosity nods at reading a notepad, "Broken is a creepy thing that leaves nothing good behind."

"Sounds like you crossed deals with the hollow side of his soul." She tilts and looks a direction, "Not today. No in the blood market?" She asked open left hand that way, "This place is screwed up so you can't make things worse. This universe is stable because it's broken."

The Hoodie looks bought off a online web store with some sort of video game reference. He can't stop holding a smile in facing her.

"Broken as you are. Why are you the page keeper and I am the broken one?" He asked.

"I eat pages ans you eat everything that moves. Anyone would call us both monsters. Insulting monster race like that. Ill culture swine." She crossed her arms like a normal person, at the chest and draws a long sigh. She posed soon of open arms and flesh tears in forming a floating glamoire at her side. She stand indifferent of the blood dripping and the pain that is. She holds waiting for some sort of word or trade.

"I came to take a lost soul. Broken place like this have them." He looks directly at the Silverstone Empire leader, "He doesn't belong here."

"Yes. I was considering devouring it. But if the soul has purpose of use to you. You have my wishes of permission. Sadly you will not have permission from the core tome of this universe." She stands stiffly as this young lad makes his steps. Looks the leader in the eyes. He made a gesture and she replied with her own. Rather it's the greeting used by the Silverstone Empire. Telling of the exact location.

"You are an amazing hunter." The lad concluded, "This fella will never sit still."

"He is basically mercury." She shurgs, "The boiling point and solidification temperatures are different. But they are still within measuring contorl. Sub zero will still freeze."

"Are you both talking about the property of the soul of this being?" Nosy grim reaper be all nosy.

"You not going to stop me?" Phillip asked to be sure of her.

"I don't care. They will but they can't stop you. The Ender of this universe is to weak too. Lost title too." She shrugs and Phillip walks into the mass of this Silverstone Empire leader.

"You said thar you don't trade in souls, hypocrite!" A clothus hissed.

"He isn't in a book under my protection. None of you are." She make many shiver, "I have made friends with some of you. But you all belong to the tome that got rid of me. For as much as I love you. I waded enough corpses to accept survival of the fittest." She tilts in checking, "I am just a vulture at the edge of time and space. Waiting to take my prey. I made this effort to be such a existence and bother. As what better bait to soul snatch my particular targets. I wanted first dibs but things got complicated. I will happily take leftover all the same."

"She's the eater of tomes. Just as God slayer devour souls that given up. She devoured tomes that lost pages or lost aspects. She makes a hobby of repairing them. But to contain them is to eat them. She eats soul names. That makes her a danger. But danger is needed when facing the others out there. I am a fragment of myself. I met her many a time. She a loyal to her soul goals. Even if it means breaking laws." Seated another hooded young man, mirror clothing. The same soul, just a secondary human body. He nods gently of looking at all sorts of people and reading them. The souls speaking as they always did. It's only the undertaker's here whom understood the threat posed by such being. Following more distorted versions of this boy. Each one was worse then the last. Less human and covered in inflicted suffering of both self made and attempts of others attacking him. The personified version of a battle of himself. At conflict of his self-worth and his souls self-destructive fear. Phillip continues to make more of himself here, each taking Silverstone Empire metal pieces and leaving. He must have a plan to use the being to spread a net to end the multiverse. For that, she has no chances of getting in the way of that goal. She had once before and it was a mistake. If this goal can bring can bring him happiness and peace, she can only root for him and support that. She doesn't protect this tome. Cog rankers made a deal that she stay out of fate conflicts. This was an internal affair that she as an outsider can't have obligations to intervene. She has not even stopped the war of conflict between Silverstone and undertakers. Only that she delayed it and recorded it. She closed her human eyes and listened to the travel of shuffled feet approach, take and leave. Phillip doesn't linger about and he doesn't want to interfere anymore that he had. She can only be a standby witness. She has nothing smart to say and no way of making such mental health go away. She would maybe make it worse. Philp has his boundaries and she has to respect them.

"In conclusion of this conflict. A truce wasn't never filed yet equally the enemy that started this conflict was ate by the voids of boundaries beyond this universe." The undertaker announced and clap hands of many. The enslavement contracts over those in serve, have been severed. Missing souls are reported in as suddenly returned. Realms that were broken by these conflicts has started a showing hope. Even hell, broken in the state it's in had uses. The tomes.of this universe began to turn new pages, new chapters and new leather volumes began to shelve. The seams she sewn temporarily to continue this universe existence, closed of their own accord. The dreamlands fogged back around reality and beats new hearts of titled true gods.

What goes unchangeable was that there was still a corpse of a unknown creature under her feet. That she stood right here. Her blood drips at the floor and a unknown glamoire floating there. The accumulated business of things pulled everyone around here to loose focus of her. It is that simple. That now there wasn't a reason for her, she didn't exist. She consider herself invisible and unwanted now. As this was how the beings around her treated her. For that much hurt and explains her downs pathway.

"Excuse me." Her eyes open to that sunny beach side. A hop from her hotel. She been forced back to the living world. She is in thar dress still, knee deep in sea water and lost looking put to the horizon. In her hand was a small little box, that inside was a little urn of ash.

"Sorry. I was so deep in my prayer to my beloved lost brother. I had completely forgotten about where I am and what time it is." She is helped out the ocean. The coast guard there with foil wrap. At a guess maybe a local reported her as an attempt suicide potential.

The sad reality is that the beach is full good and bad. A happy place that such consider thoughts cross one's mind. But with some talk to all these concerned normal people.

She certainly didn't need to walk this path her brother took. He showed her the things to not do, a lesson better taught in his methods. She can see the consequences he can't. She like many were left behind and that is the pain he gave them all. She could never be so thoughtless to leave this burden of pain inflicted across all those souls and lives she made a difference to. If only he could have thought better for the next time, then take away any chances of next time.

Breaking promises of there being next time.