Stings

"Ring around of roses." She softly mutters with now her right hand casts demand over the remaining few that broke peace with her. The soft and gentle warmth she brought to the song was made unwelcoming in the slow draws of breath between words. She did not tap or make a sound of her footwork. It doesn't register to many people that she is wearing tap shoes. She made swift of cut down of any that wanted her to shut up or prevent her speaking. Not that anyone needed to as she isn't going to make any difference to the grander scale. She did not fear even shoulder brushing the death god.

"Please stop. We insist." She didn't even get to the end of the nursery rhythm. She can recognise who this was and they are standing with her. This was one her god eater from her pocket.

"I totally forgot that you lot can hear me sing. I do just sometimes sing for the sheet joy of it. Then again... I know I was singing that song. You can't blame me. I mean, not that you can see. But like a lot of clueless souls of higher seat the average." She got them off the floor from grovelling, "And look even your favourite. There is a death god." She brushed them through into the existence she has, "All these normal souls. I just can't help but wish to be that bull in the bone China shop." This dream dweller indeed looks around as she granted them to. Looks at all these people, not sure what medication she is on. A demon came with no weapon but instead to stand right in her face. Only to backed away as the further this dreamer held strong existence.

"I like the wallpaper here." The dreamer comments, and she lets them go. She can't help but love this sort of juxtaposition. This entire room stands to kill itself and here all this suddenly appearing creature could havr been worse. Said creature making of comments about the room structure instead. She gladly plays with this go along. To be causal then to kill. She isn't here to kill or prove anything. She just is here because others needed her.

"Wallpaper. Wow, you are so uneducated. Bless you." She pats their back and posed showing the walls off, "This place is a castle built a while ago in the Normand invasion of Britain, but the walls you see are the estate owners' home improvements during the Tudor years. Marble import from Rome. The fancy paint fresco of hunting animals was a common sport for high nobiliy" She brushed their shoulder to dust them off. She didn't mean to get ash on them. Once she was done, she had a little wave as they left. She back focus on the sheer terror. The rest of the room is melting over.

"Ragnar Kitty!" She sings, and it jolts in being caught red-handed, "Are you eating death gods again? You know that they give you tummy aches." She strides right up, cleans its face with a rag from the floor, and smiles lips of joy in seeing it here. She gives a soft purr, and now it purrs back, "My poor little friend is not able to digest gods. So spit the soul out before we both get nagged by true death. The poor man has to many death gods missing in action enough. His book shelf is in embers, and books are all a burn crumpled mess. We can at least have one less problem." Ragnar breaks human shape, spat the souls in command, and shrinks to a skinny black mid fur cat. His tail whipped at such harsh angles that his cutting the air. He has his tongue blip out since being sick. Flat ears when glaring a direction and vooms full speed away. She enjoys picking up all these fancy souls. She puts them in folded pages. These pages turn into death carrier birds and flew fast. They also take the way far away from a direction. At the last soul, she tossed it that way in helping it escape fast enough. She twirls the spot, shoe clatter in a crunchy way.

"How dare you!" She blocked the weapon attempting at removing her soul. Like the last time, it also fell into rust and shattered down the staff.

"No one made a deal with me. The only bind of this universe is that with cog rankers. I am not in the living or dead time. I am no longer an index keeper. It wasn't me who had my soul torn from this universe. I didn't do that to myself." She raised above the long rob. She had all the power to overshadow even the true title of death. Her soul of thousands voices all equally angry of what happened to her. This drowned out everything the god assumed and what he presumably theorzed what was beyond the unknown. She also respects that he listened, so she stopped there. Letting the god take his moment to recoup. As he posed to say something, he lowered again at choosing not. He had no power or right to be angry at her for things she was not in control of. She has rules, and clearly, those who perished didn't follow these rules. She rightfully had no sway of fate in this universe, and so no death by those of her care was determined by internal laws. Out of her hands from being able to stop or prevent. She does what she can make excuses for, but she is not a prefect fixing the problems. She stood alone, letting the ash settle as there was no one else trying to overstep the rules. She stands alone in fixing problems that the tome refuses to heed. That true death can start to understand in accounting her actions.

The schemes ended along with all this dancing.

Finally, the main agenda of this party was fleshed out. No longer was it daggers at the dance floor as now the ranking system was obvious. Now that it mattered not in status to dance, she could finally have a seat and drink. She sat away from everyone and everything. Death had other things to do. She wasn't a major part of the fighting as others were. She would have defended herself and the rules carried around her. But she has no right to be the final execution of people, it is only themselves to blame. Anyone who attacked her at the dance floor was often left at the floor confused or terrified of something they saw about her eyes. The more important people that wanted to make deals, requests and contracts have shuffled to private rooms sort of adjacent to this dance hall. Left to he own device, totally ignored as the families were swamped of spirit people integrating the intentions. All in her way to get family away from her for some time longer. The ash is soon swept away, low rankers have already scavenged up the personal items and left behind armoury. This big fight between ranks was planned, the dance was the living cover up for such an event. Everyone knew it was actually to duel for ranks. She quiet spent from the need to survive and the cost of energy she spent casting changes to energy flows. The dealing with the two god slayers. She interrupted a big curse spell casted from the Seers, who scatch heads for why this spell failed. Since this big cursed backfired, it ruined the demons trying to take over the undertakers and prevented some top ranking angels from being clipped wings.

The only interesting factors she noted was the lack of shadows. The lack of unresolved dead spirits that turned into the masked ghost, renowned as shadow of the damned. The ash stays settled. No soul came back to this timescape. She ponders this is partly why time is broken in this universe, that it's all one shot or nothing. A closed soul recycling system doesn't have shadows either but this universe has to many common realms missing to say its a closed system. The death god realm is literally in smoke. Heaven is scabby from the Silverstone Empire scrummish. The many layers of hell have collapsed through itself which altered the energy flow of suffering. The lack of masked damned is an alarming factor to consider. Just where are these vulnerable people's souls going if not being shadow or undertakers. There isn't any new race and there been no change of soul population around her.

"Pardon me." She makes look to the undertaker making gestured greeting. This was someone new for her, ever. She never crossed this one before. As to be expected, she doesn't know this whole universe yet. The greeting used was odd, she know where that was from but she didn't consider it an afterlife. Maybe this partly answered her worry about fragile souls. There is a curtain she not seeing.

"If you going this far to address, it's only fair to return this." She began her long waved nature of greeting, the one she uses for serious business. It tied in many laws and lays a neutral ground. She tied in both awaken and sleeping realms in three poses and accounted herself as book keeper and page seeker. The gentleman focused deeply in all these gestures and was welcomed to sit beside her. She watched the dancing and chatter groups from afar.

"It doesn't really matter anymore about history. I don't care for what position you will be now or later. But I need a living humans help. We need to fix a gap." She tilts looking upon them and then softly nods in meaning she followed in what he said.

"You are from the other halve of this index. The half that was protected from the eater worm's and other wars." She spoke of both living and dead voice at the same time. As she was comfortable to do so, "There aren't many humans aware like me and flexible at what has to be done." She softly checked passing movement of what seems like some approach. Clearly skirted avoiding her and him, "I was the one whom tried my hardest to protect this universe. I was torn from the stomach. The book half in my hands and the other was lost. This cloth we sit here in is the half I pulled back together. The pages I collected back together. The realms I poured my soul in saving. None of these souls will ever know nor believe it." She tilts checking their express. Indeed it said everything she expected from someone that knows. It's what she wanted, someone that understood, "I will continue giving it my all to sew the two halves back together. History no longer matters now. I paid my sins with the guts I crawled to save souls. Removed from the eaters guts."

"Do you have proof of such a thing?"

"The rib bone of one these things, made into the only anti-god weapon that is of no divine blessing. I use it to rid of pests along this cloth I protect. Used it on god slayers whom break my rules. On enders whom invaded and met execute in my hands. This blade is no blade. Its a fragment of what destroyed this universe." She made a directionality check of sensing where it is located, "Fetching such a thing isn't worth effort. I don't want to bring it here among living realm laws. It be to much to fix around it." She crossed arms, "My hands are full with tipping out the realm the Silverstone Empire once existed. Throwing furniture and materials back to lawful realms."

"You don't need to work that alone." The undertaker sighed, "You go to great lengths and let them be this ignorant."

"I would rather keep the illusion of being someone. Then being erased and ignored." She sips her drink and struggles in keeping up with things. Felt over stretched and prolonged exhausted. She didn't care about the flavour of what she is drinking or the content of it. She lost sensing of looking with her living eyes, focused woth shadow sense. Reaching past normal tolerance of information gathering.

"You can let us continue where you left. Go back into the system as the way you should have. Leave the restoration in better condition." The undertaker puts a hand at her shoulder, "It's about time you gave in. Relax. You have shouldered this half long enough. Let the chains free. It will not fall apart." She didn't really believe them. She had even worried it is a trick. She seen tricks like this before. She doesn't want her effort in vain or wasted. She doesn't want to be left behind in the world changes.

"You afraid of what exactly? What are you scared of happening? What would be more scary then putting things back to how it should be?"

"This is what I wanted but I am scared of being thrown away again." A valid reason on her part.

"You just wake up to another normal day." She hates that human term of normal. What exactly is normal? She stares upon the crowd of open more to wider colours. She can't let herself see past the veil. It wasn't exactly what this guy was telling her.

"I don't want that!" She hissed standing up from her spot. As intimidating as a dog without a bite. Even so, its all she can muster in the depth of her emotion drain. That dance has weakened her and now she being told to let go and let things fade. She selfishly couldn't release the chains of broken promises and dreams. She didn't want to waste all that chance of embers that will never warm again.

"Miss Lea, what you want is impossible to grant. Even broken time could never heal back such an inflected soul wound. Death happens to all that living in the human realm. The universe itself is already half gone. We lost a quarter and on this side was a quarter loss. Nothingness can't take that back. Your efforts isn't wasted, but now it is part of the factor holding things back from moving on." The gentleman stands above her and placed both hands at her shoulders, "It's about time you got on with more things. You have so much more forward, you just need to release that what holds you back. It is turly time to just move on." Eye to eye. This undertaker is right. But there was a perfect way to test them.