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"Left abandoned." She looked to her side, someone she can rely on that doesn't belong here, "It keeps happening. So strong in your hope for chance and fate... for fortune to favor. I heard it." He normally stays within the universe that Philip protects, although Philip the broken soul elder Ender has quite the psychopathic ring of gods. The occasional run away makes sense.

"Beloved Lord omens." She gave her praised greeting and bows correctly of his presence. This god looks exactly like Mathew, practically twins in features and manners. Bird angle expressions and the use of sounds instead of words. She certainly missed being under his wings for many universes she was at, often of it wasn't her family or undertakers. This god was someone she relied on and willingly gave hands to help with.

"Saddly I came to be a bother." He gave her a necklace of his charm and with it the extension of a tome, "A little boy told me you deal in broken pages." He does mean that literally, it must be that time reverted for the four enders in their shared sewn together universes. She still does carry many pages that belonged there but she doesn't force such sentient book to take them back if they can't handle it.

"Lord Omen, its always been my pleasure to serve under you and many a time has your Ender been a guide to me. I gladly will fix these things. I take not much in exchange, simply the materials needed to help maintain or fix names." She holds this portion give to her close and protective of it, "This thing brings me pleasure and peace. It makes me escape from the burdens for just a small while. There is always something beautiful when seeing the work finished. Even hell layers have a spot of natural beauty." She tilts softly not to read be feel the book and the contents. She brushed the names and she felt the torn pages... indeed she has those pages. She smiled warmth and lifted a doorway of her own souls own design. Such a thing is reserved to gods but in keeping so many soul fragments protected, she might as well be.

"You are very wise and experienced. But here in this universe you have barely moved a day since the tome you left it." Omens ponders with blindly walking through her doorway.

"My universes unique problem is that time is always shattered. Time has no measurements between soul realms and most middle realms have no stability of time. Time is broken and no gods want to fix it. No beings that work under them do either. It wasn't this bad when I left. But when I returned, this universe was half erased by the existence eaters. The completion tome was broken and in two halves. I sent away the better half of the universe to James Crafter and in return I worked under all of the enders. I helped sewn the universe you know now from devision. You have four enders as there were once four separate universes. They would civil in set boundaries of each other, trading use of cog ranker souls. As it was the cog rank souls you lost." The got on with working the book in this workshop she made, this realm at the broken side of her universe. Here between awaken and sleeping. Here out of reach of all dwellers from inside the universe, unless they use her door. She has a few doorways here to selving, habit soul lands and storage of materials. There even a locked door for the dangerous souls. The workshop is tool shed of everything and full of broken time mythical items. She uses these broken items to repair the actual realms that she have protected the souls of.

"I can tell the resemblance of Philip in you." picking through her drinking rack.

"Blood is ink for most tomes. The other things like poison have other uses like in painting or helping removing harmful aspects. Slayer pee for keeping them out of work space. Devil wine to trade and send away nosy demon Lords or God's." She softly has reattach the pages it can handle and the baking sheet paper prevents glue ruining the other pages. She can't return the book until the glue sets. She finds another set of pages to reattach. She makes sure it's her best work, "I don't drink those unless I willingly had a reason." Omen puts things back and looks over at her work for a moment. He nods softly and finds a seat.

"You still have my blessings, even if they aren't something helping in your universe. Who knows the sort of affect it gives. But you have been a devoted person. You still light candles and make shrines in my power." She indeed still does do those things. She even makes those candles from scratch now. The frist pages were set and the last ones were almost dry now. She makes some touches to the written soul names and repaired most of them. Having moved to her writer desk of many inks and pens. Devote at doing a great job. She released the book to let itself float and methodically understand its alternative changes. She smiles as it changed into an bird and sits on her hands.

"I bet one them sent you because they had a rough time last visit. Sadly this doesn't change. In order to leave this broken universe, you must walk through the corridor I made. It is an unpleasant pathing and full of many broken souls. Some of these broken need to follow you back home." It flew to him and changed back a repaired book. He felt the newly layer cover she made for it. Indeed time is broken, as what was a few minutes was decades of repair to this book.

Her dress changed too, not the patchwork of half done stitching. It was a beautiful hand embroidery of birds, spiders, webs and lifeless trees. She was older yet younger. Her face looked carved and striking as a woman. Her eye what dazzled best in this gloom. She naturally has brown but in this light shone silver and gold flakes. In just the tilt they turned blue as she bows posing the exit to her beloved god. The heavy door unlocked and open, screams echo behind it. She couldn't offer the god a better way. But he softly pats her shoulder and a last blessing mark over her heart. He willingly walks that painful way of souls. She watched for as long as she is able to and locked it. She took what she could from her beloved Lord. She gave her best prayer she can in hope of safe passage, as she had for prevents visitors. She organize her workshop a final time and leaves through her door. It sinks back to hidden.

"Halt!" She finds her door surrounded by wary undertakers. She ignores them as she makes she the last of that door is properly closed. She cares not to bother them, and gives a causal gesture of greeting. Weapons lower in disbelief.

"Cog ranker, what are you doing with a anomalies glitch?" The lead ranking command hissed.

"I am dual ranking. Both cog and outsider. Don't mess in my business. You have no protections and no abilities to defend. I am a peaceful coexistence that you can't remove. You don't want to be rid of me. I am the lock holding back monsters." She spoke as they do and fluently. She noticed the chain patterns of these folks were of the gentleman of the other half of this universe's tome. Meaning...

She lifted the tangle of sinner chains and connected a bunch of links at random. She tested different spots of pulls abs strains. She finds no more spots and lets drop the chain. As before none fell and she can feel some hope in doing more of this in future.

"Be gone nightmare." The blade pointed at her back.

"That quiet insulting to a nightmare." She broke their form and the blade lays dropped at her feet. They staggered back from her, "I have stuff to do." She shifted from shadow into crow. She flies over them and past them. She circles looking at changes or lack of changes and softly lands at the side of her corpse. Still seated at the bench that she died at. She nested at her own shoulder and broad over what next. She is a dead human soul with no access of the afterlife as a human soul should. She is however content in being this bord form, she gladly be reborn as one if that was permitted.

"A god follower but your worshipped god is an outsider. This should have been expected and explained many things, such as the allowance to being a cog ranker. If you are so trustworthy of gods in other universes, it be possible that by nature you are a good intention type." The guards retract back and all of them reported feeling changes cause by her messing with sinner chains. Lifting the head of someone whose met her, very quickly he to push the current interrogator away. Snap fingers of orders to get the one that used the sword away from her too. Dragged away with help.

"Miss Fallown, I am so sorry for all this cautious acts."

"I am happy that you lot are. I can appreciate that this is the treatment all anomalies are given and in protecting what there is, you act as a protection. We really should work together as I have many outsider visitors seek for my ability or their tome pages." She very gentle spoke in this form and plays along the normal bird look, "Yet I can already tell when I leave my body properly, time of the living world will reverse and I will be sent back in the soul system. Given this universe's lack of change... I will be both a Fallown and Seer. I will hold hope in the suffering of reliving. Its not all that bad though, I will be cherished and loved by my parents once more. I will get to see beautiful things. I will have big high and low lows. Treasuring what I am given."

"I see..." He lifted confused, "How do you know that time is about to revert?"

"Just experience." She chuckles and she had more then normal eyes open, studying the undertaker several times, "When you are bitten or drink the poison of a god slayer. You are converted into one slowly. I have battled, killed and kept many god slayers. I held god eaters. I have picked corpses of the monsters that devoured universes. Such things has changed me. I left this universe a clueless untampered human. I came back with scars. A broken soul. I altered and changed. So inside I am not the human they see me for. I am just another terror beyond the veil of unknown. It so happens to be what nightmares call me too." She softly faded her spirit self back into her corpse and speaks her words from how she breaths again, "They call me the immortal that devoured existence." She works her arms and hands. She lights a new cigarette, "You see the half the tome that was lost was torn through my stomach, causing this misconception. But there is power in such misconceptions. I used it to my advantage to return here. To be returned back in these tomes my soul was born from." She points to the sky as the moon and sun dances in the horizon, "Leave now. Or be lost to time." They do so in hurry. Making it just barely back to safety. She closed her eyes and lets time fade her.

"Do we have a deal?" Old office as always. The uniform on her. Her mother reading through the school contract in allowed Elizabeth admission as a student. Her stepfather is screaming at some teach assistants over bullying among students.

"Don't bother signing the paper. He will just have to accept me among the students. It will not matter what position I am." She certainly broken whatever silence she held for so long. The sheer joy and then there is terror in eyes, "This is the devil king of this territory. He will just have to accept that he isn't going to be rid of me. This is the work of fate, that I was always to be at this school and prevent a soul snatcher from eating his students." She stands up from the chair, "You left your office quiet dusty this time." She draw out a sword. It glows pale red and the metallic pattern seems alive. She opens the office door, shattered the protective runes around it. The black sand line turned white within her presence. She steps softly in turn of the dropped expression of her stepfather. She smiles, gives him a hug and continued down the corridor. She passed the kids that mist have been bullying her, she gave them all a little marker for nightmares to hunt them down. She steps of her own business down these school corridors.

"The southern way was checked." A pair of undertakers looking at the floor map of this schools ground.

"It's hunting one particular student and his in the first year." She told them and she had to pass beside to enter the teachers lounge. She knew the code and opens it. She was straight for the timetables and class registration files. She didn't need to look hard as there is an undertaker who did the hard work of separating year groups. That's all she needed, the file at the top. A quick glance, mathematics class. She tossed to the undertaker and leaves.