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The beetle carcass was plenty a size for her to remove useful harvests of materials. She already removed, crushed and ate the soul. She has her foot tipping it for blood to pour smooth into a distillery set up. She happily was looking at the fragile wings that make for good transparent materials in reconstruction. The carapace was already linging the wall as she was debating to gift those.

"Miss Fallown, you have quiet the skill in dismantling creatures." The headmaster claps hands together and hoped for her attention. But no. She simply made the wing she held disappeared frist and lowered with cutting the membrane of the stomach, she pokes about seeking soul fragments and came to extract some eventually. She pockets those.

"Wow there.... she is licensed." The undertaker having watched the battle prevents him breaking her black salt barrier, "She is an off book poacher and has evaded legality since she clearly a living human. Thus being in a grey loophole." This undertaker pointed at the floating red glowing sword, "That there is a gift to those who been through court laws that binds gods. That isn't just some sword. That is a sword for those that can reap souls without aid of a death gods blade." The headmaster stares at the corridor of her finishing up. She used the student toilet here to wash her hands. She came back, motioned her right hand and that floating sword vanished. Everything abnormal that didn't belong to the living realm vanished. The black salt she crossed turns white and was swept by paper stick figures. They unfolded, scooped the salt, and vanished like everything else.

"Proof of removal." She tossed a sharpie marked bottle to the headmaster. It is the core that allowed such a creature allowance into the living realm. This object is going to be used to find who sent the creature to kill that student, "Have the Alex kid sent to hospital. His heart is stopped." She really meant the boy stood at the wall, he is still awake and aware. Pale and confused. She doesn't bother making pleasant introduction to anyone around her. She posed her left arm out and landed to it was a death carrier. She softly pets it and fed it bits. It coos happy of her kindness.

"Wait!" The undertaker turns to follow her as the headmaster sorts the child left behind and gains insight from them. By contract of letting Alex continue living, the headmaster got to see what Alex did during that time. The amazing skilled fighter, experienced abilities of elemental casting and sheer quick way this fight was over. She had overwhelming actions over the soul eater. All in maintaining law of living realm and being fully human that whole time. She was stunning and scary for the boy, whom fell for her and is indebt for her saving him.

"Dream it kid, she's not worth the effort tangling with. If anything, it be better to avoid her. She is a Seer, but she against the entire family. For that matter, she's against the Church of dreams." Scruffed the kids hair, "Get back to class."

The bird turns head of sensing duty and it flew to report the change of soul status. She has delayed the messge barrier long enough, the boy was going to be fine. The undertaker following after her dodged the bird pathway flight and gazed at her serene express of seeing it fly away. Following that, she kept in mind that sort of reaction this undertaker held about the bird. Omens come in strange ways and she has the talent at spotting them. She studys the overly careful approach and that they are wearing gloves. Those that wear gloves tend to the ones that defended from the Silverstone seige, the ones that were thrown in the isolation cells of thier own realm. They had enough burdens about them, she could not add more strain to those chains. So she waited for them to finally be at talking range. Only for the break time Bell to ring and flood the corridors of students. Missing that moment. She fits in with the crowd, making back to the headmaster's office. She quietly without disturbing anyone, took her luggage and backpack. She picked up her file of information from the secretary's desk leaving this office. She heads to the dorms to sort her room out. Students gave wide space as she passes by, whispering to themselves of the rumours spread by her own family whose already boarded here. She already painted as bad reputation and cripple that doesn't speak. She liked having that advantage to tear down soon. It already started with saving Alex's life.

"Young miss... this way." She looked at a masked damned, it isn't family. Yet that break down the front. This was someone from another universe, he must have followed lord omens through.

"Fragment of Philip. You have something for me?" She willing followed this shadow. A small portion of him taking her around to the annex church of the school grounds. Through into a private rooms. These use to be for the priest and nun that lived at the church. But obviously as modern age passes, there had been none to replace the last pair. She quiet welcomed making this her room for now on. She didn't mind the lack privacy in using this public building. She had plenty enough security for her important objects and the lock into this room was a lost key that she was directed to by Philip. He of course left her soon after, his way of thanking her for the extra tome work he didn't notice before. The repairs were extensive but worthwhile.

She settled in very quickly in the church annex and for a first in a while began looking after the church as the nun would have back than. She replaced all the old candles and shines all the copper statues. She left offerings to all these gods this church is stood for. She made her own private shrine to Omens. She so carried away that the evening fell and it was past the time of the cafeteria to be open. But it's fine... she found the old living quarters to have a victorian stove and the water is still running in the more modern half. She can hear prayer and stunned shock of those that came here. Even undertakers using this area as a gate through looked perplexed by the changes.

"All is welcome in the church of all faiths." She wears the uniform of a god follower pretty well blended in an undertakers armoury. Covered in many charms and importantly was that her blessing tattoo glows bright of the energy this area fed it, "You must be true to your own heart if you have no fear at all." She softly makes her gesture greeting as the cog ranker that she is. Her face veiled in the shroud of death god cloth.

"Miss Fallown, this is where you ended up. Why the church?" She doesn't answer this question, nor does she make any gesture of conversation. She is simply looking upon the room as a whole, watching the sort of fortune anyone had. From the students that couldn't sleep to the passive movement of beings in and out of demon territory. She focused on conversation as the headmaster approaches.

"I haven't seen this place so clean since Mapple died." That was the last nun here, about 1839. Her grave is on these grounds and a memorial is at the door. There are a few plaques, in wall graves and hidden tombs under the floors. The basement is just more of them. A lot of the plantation owners, lovers and friends of the family buried. Owned by Fallowns and given to the demon in 1800's. The school was open around 1902 and the additional buildings to modernizing were 2002. This is still florida, snakes rattle between grave stones and black widows own the attic. Anyone sensible wouldn't move into this old church alone. It evaded having proper modernizing unlike the rest of the school. She cleaned that chimney before using the stove, just to prove a point.

"She happier now that I have taken over. She was sad that her gave flowers died that cold snap. I replanted new ones." She softly mutters following the headmaster's notice , "Devote she is. She will move on soon. Those that live in the shadow can't be seen or heard by pure. Leave it to me to pick up the fallen torch and carry it to the finish line. The flames aren't snuffed for this place just yet. There still hidden beauty to be appreciated."

"Scrap the student schedule for you. Clearly you're not your age." He rudely pointed at her and she back handed such gesture. He frowns in how that stung... not just the human shell but as a demon too.

"Rather rude to assume a lady's age. In what way are you trying to test me. There isn't many folks whom can worship all these differences in the correct manner." She shuffled in guiding them along the many gods here, naming each in the correct language and finds her hands gesturing the devote greeting of each. The headmaster doesn't manage it far and the undertaker only managed half the tour. Once she is looped back around, she entered the conversation happening half way. But she didn't have to guess hard that they were having problems with the realms then been added back into the tomes.

"Fire burns. Water washes away. The sky rains and the seeds awake. Let them breath and shape. Life will stretch and make do. Decay is just a small step of a cycle. Spreading more life while baring death." She cuts right through them in such a explained simplicity manner, "That which lives beyond your sight will return back to where they belong. It is by them that energy flows and kindles strength to souls of these realms. Black darkness will not reign forever. Just as the brightest of lights burn quickly."

"How do you know that? How are you so aware of things that no humans aren't to be a part of?" The unease.

"You are asking a cog ranker if they do thier job? Very rude." She once more backhanded Someone going to poke her veil, "Don't touch death cloth. It will curse you."

"And you wear it like a veil?" She clicked her left and joints and softly makes sure it is arranged correctly. She also removed her damned mask off, holding it in show of how fragile the creaks and scars baring her soul. Ash and dust pours about the floor when she removed the mask. She puts it back on since now the dust was off her.

"I guess we should be thankful you wear a veil." The undertaker stood closest of her side that seen that she took off her face.

"Anyway I actually had a business provision to request. I trade in materials above A ranking, as many should my rank. But what I have is common trade. I sell candles, powders ans salts. I tend to keep within regulated sales and provide recipients." She softly gesturing in mirror of these words, "I will do small jobs if I am bored enough. I enjoy repairs of souls mostly, if death is to hands full. I restore tome pages and other very nesh aspects." She folds hands at her front softly, "I look for lost broken stuff as exchange or payment. Normally money will do, I am flexible in exchange coins." She tilts at the oddity they all have, "I am the reason this half of this universe's is still running. Like it or not. My hands hold the two halves of styx together. I have given many of my hands in peace to lady summons. I know the dreamlands and stand shoulder to the protectors of at the edge of existence. I contorl the court eaters and the living spaces of god eaters." She opened her right hand woth summoning two tomes. A fragile one and the other pages of this universe, "My name was erased, I was forsaken and traded. I held a place in the index once. But this universe rid of me, rid of the chapters I held under my souls name. This left this universe fragile and you all paid that price. This is why we do not sale soul names. Especially those in the core index."

"This has to be a joke." An undertaker hissed and attempts to reach for both tomes. They were able to take the tome of this universe but they were snatched by claws for daring to reach for the fragile one.

"I am highly professional and protective of the souls I carry. I will not allow some low soul like you to dare touch my work." Her eyes glow purple even through the veil, the undertaker retracted and they are free to do so, "If you think you can withstand tbe souls you are meant have taken back. Then be our guest. Take them. I have no love in having them. My pleasantries go only so far."

They opened the tome they have, all these pages that been repaired up to a point The names were fixable and not in pain. The pages were even protected from each other, preventing realms eclipse and blood through souls transfer. They can feel the density of this book and soon were on the floor by the burden of weight the souls were. Stuck on that floor holding the book in sheer overwhelming civil war of the soul names itself. She doesn't bother helping. She doesn't move away either. Just in case. She just could sense the tension of energy and air pressure.

"If just throwing the pages back at us was simple." The gentleman of before and his party of undertakers form the now repairing original tome. By having so many of these undertakers, each of every different part of the undertakers departments. At a time a page is collected, the souls carried with this page and the burdens. Pairs had to take the heavier soul pages, god realm pages tend to be dense of souls. Even the binding cover was taken in three parts. The at least traded for salt, inks and paper. Smart folks knew she was open trade just for this exact occasion. The link that kept her a cog rank is now severed.

This changed the law binding on her too, her human body changed into the undertaker husk. At least she has earned enough to survive sigil neutral ground, given she no longer existed as a human in the living world.

Time stops and is forced to reverse with her being a changed factor. In her being never going to happen, this undone the chooses both her families made leading up to her being born. The ultimate way that this universe has indeed rejected her existence. It's a shame to the universe that she to persist to be erased.