43 Slash and torn

The twin soul eater blades raise from the remains. The silvery blue hues scream softly from the removal from the floor, echoed as the fragile silence shattered. Announced upon this world the fresh corpses. The wild eyes seeking to break the rules. Craze smile unfolds in gendering distance of an alleyways opening. The crawl to be here was grudgingly annoying. It's nice that there is an end point now. There isn't anything worth looking back for. There will only be forwards here on out. I have been dragged by wind, taken by the stars, carried by maddness with scars.

"A puppet will learn to cut these strings that follow the others lead. It's time to cut down the enemy." Spoken to itself, hushed down as the sounds forwards have a soft slow muffle. Barbaric scrapping as they don't bother holding the blade tips high enough from the floor. Heavyweight stomps, pulling down as changes pulled them out of mist into solidifying form. It makes the turn, smirking upon the unaware crowds of beings. Craze sparks in lifting a sword up. It has raised in knot tight, ready to spring down. Leaning ever so gentle to crossing from dark to shadow. Fell short from breaking shadow to light. cling about the air, wafted smell that came from itself. The way decay dead smell. It stands still in the frame of its trap, smug in being shrouded in the right mixture of shadow and darkness.

"This gig is ridiculous. Who would make such a post onto the Sigil outstanding request board?" A lower demon snarling in crossed arms behind his head. Drapped in leathers made from a questionable reptile type. Adorn of charms hung as bracelets. It is among these charms that the trap master frozen up. The demon is unaware while his fallen angelic partner stares hard at the creature. Both hunter strides undisturbed. Even as the trap master missed prey to snare.

"The rank who requested it is a god tier or higher. They have mysterious plans." Angelic company shurgs while also turning to ignire the creatures antics, "Just as the smiling freak in the alleyway is frozen stiff in shock. This is just another gloomy guy among the many in Nightmare Noctorm Shadows."

The trap is broken by its joints in rotated, lowered that blade back to making kiss to the floor. The being smile turned a frown, darkness can't cloak the infamous. The oath hunter pair casually leaves away, melted among the sea of sigil traffic that merrily continued dragged existence. This place already knows who this creature is. Charms display of its greatness. The carry of respect to this universe has been raised. Thus, this visitor doesn't feel its need to make itself known. It already has a place in public awareness. It can get on with his hunting for the pests. Those blades lifted off from damaging the world. It even breaks the safety of the shadow and pulls itself to walk among the sigil path as others do. Free to be itself, no threat of being assumed a lesser or a monster of thoughtless intent.

'Welcome to Sigil. Please speak race or description.' The bemused being is proud that the panel is in his language already.

"Even better. Send the lady of the tomes and nightmares my gratitude. She must have many a reptile pet in her army. Tell her an old friend from the abyss has come to play." Chuckled depth, and the panel creaked. It frowns at this, "Oh dear, this is a fragile system. Forgive me." The smile stretches past its neck, "I am a monster of the abyss to the unknown. A devourer of worms that threaten existence and laws. She is no doubt no different from myself. But we both respect laws when we are told of them." The crystal flickered glitched a lot and eventually static. It disappears from once it came. This creature strides on, head high, looking downwards to not step upon the other path walkers. The sound of glass shards in rolling barrel echo inside the mass of clothy rags. The twin blades braced on its shoulders. Proud in the reactions the crowd gives in its wake.

"This doesn't happen." A death god on duty has open page. For a skull face, he glares between this surface and the creature his been requested to oversee. The paper itself was wet liquid, which doesn't even make lawful sense to the tomes abilities. He frowns as this sort of thing made him concern if there will be more abyss monsters like this. With breaking tome. The tome record may no longer be a gods way to control over souls and that the tome of soul had no power of the universe, but its situations such as this

This must heed as a bad thing. When things that don't belong come to crawl amongst the lawed.

"Did it just say about a tome lady? There isn't anyone that would fit to such a creatures perception." The death crow here in witness too, coos in distrust of what its eyes see.

"There is." Death closed the tome and opened it again. To try again. The wet surface is back, "She is a human." Huffed in annoyance of the books nonsense. Its target has taken a turn into a hell realm. The death god softly followed behind, ready for soul captures, "She the only other sort to repair souls that had been broken. She is better than any god within law." The bird nests over the gods shoulder while watching the distant giant monster. But the reach of it was long and neither bird or death god was able to evade this.

The flex of four more arms reached from its torso, the twin blades with faint blue light. At around the clouded feet are short-lived. Trailed behind are Husks of soulless bodies. There isn't a sweep of blood or cut of wound to be seen. The work of an ethereal ghost that has no trace. There is only one type of demon being snatched in this creatures grasp. It instinctively can discern them from the many other demon types around. The terror of passed out or fleeing unwanted bugs are among the corpse husks. The death god moved unflinchingly onwards among his duty. He fears none of the creatures' intent. Even as his been plucked and put down a few times on accident as the monster is plucking demons. The crow took flight circling in watch of how nothing can escape this monster of the abyss. But it's true the monster has intent and purpose. It's playing a part in lawful order. But there is power behind it that could allow it to break laws, too. But its active choice to carry the death god seems to be telling enough of its wishes.

"She has a human shape here. Good for her. The lady is over due a holiday." It chuckled between munching and carried the death god like a toy. It overheard the gods' frustration with the tome, "She can read my name. She has before." It reached and caught the crow in its flight, "You death carriers are special birds. You are such a beautiful example of your soul type. She must love gifting you things. She has a thing for strange souls." It plays about the birds feathers and beak, be it gentle like some vet examination, "Healthy one." It lets the bird fluff free, "She fixed me. She brought me to many a realm, and together, we fixed brokenness. That pet of an undertaker was always in her shadow. A poor guy that tangled in her protective case. Did she ever let the poor fella free?"

"Undertaker..." Death posed in ponder, "She seems to tangle up with them often. There is rumor that she was close to one."

"Was..." The monster purred, "She fixed his soul name. That's a goddess for you. It must have been hard. Poor lass. Poor lad." The monster posed and takes a deep smell, "This universe is where her soul came from. I can tell. Its good she able to come back. Come to be recycled and fixed anew. Such sacrifices she paid to be returned." It sighed at such thing like it was a terrible loss. It had braven up the crow who wanted to know more. It rests to the creatures head, tilted in asking for it to continue. It smirks in how exquisite the souls are here and clueless of so much she carried. Its almost amazing how such a loud soul has kept such a vast secert hidden.

"A long way back or as you say a long time ago." The monster placed even death as a puppet to its shoulder. It continues its job but it speaks softly, "There wars of nine different ways. There was only war. Only pain. The boundaries of the multiverse had broken. This had allowed energy from places to break laws of sacred and unholy alike. How this came about is untold and only known by few. Fewer as things have repaired since. This universe here was just a scrap no bigger then a god silver." It motions hand in showing such size. It uses the sigil panel to take words into translation for the bird and god to understand, "30 tomes were such a size. There even more then that lost. These thirty tomes were just the lucky ones. She found about 1000 of them as wet pile. The level of development is unknown before. My universe comes such repaired state. We are among the million neighbours this universe is webbed across. In fact, this universe is concerned as a nexus network travel between space and time and soul law. The veils are thin enough for dreamers to become solid before a human. But more then that, its also the veils between such possible that punched through and allowed movement for things like me." It has swept quite the distance in this realm. It looked back, watching the collapsed wake up and the husks have souls returned into them. Nods good of its work. The blades are lifted from the floor and arms are turned away. Back to some unassuming shape. It makes a lot of sounds of glass with eventual ease of sounding to that of a Brook or spring of water bubbling. Scanning the vastness and appreciate the finest of smells and details. Small and large. Dazed in just enjoying the look of this hell realms many features.

"How does a soul of a human command enough powers to fix tomes better then gods?" The crow ponders.

"Young soul has yet to even dwarf how insignificant the ways are." The monster had chuckled, "So blinded by ignorance and unable to use your souls abilities to its finest. The scray turth of the matter. You are so fragile. So easily snapped. Just how does a goddess of vast souls manage to keep you all so blind? She is talented to had even kept the laws of time from fragmenting further." The death god tilted at that, "You just so unaware of what is right around you. It amazes even me."

The black board is stirked hard, making any idle wander focus back forwards. Even pairs whom have yet to form rings acted scynonized in facing the front. The cane is softly back to pose as it should be, everyone cam read the chalk writing upon the surface.

"Who can tell me the difference between a human soul and that of a demon from the mid tiers? As you all know, they are mirror reflection of each other, so what is it by soul that tells them apart?" The wide brim hat of many interesting feathers hides the wearers face. Although clothed as any mid ranking undertakers should to be qualified to teach. This guy has several questionable additional pieces. From his hat to his gloves, to hide one's porcelain is that of saying your shameful of being an undertaker. Or at least this is the public veiw among the qualified candidates seated in this class. Although attempts are made none has provided an answer best fitting. This teacher so happens to be the final examiner for ranking placement. He is the say for if you work direct with the monarch or watch over the territory regardless of monarch rule. There is benefit of both chooses. Some prefer passive guard duty to the public. Others are intent some other power structures that require being choosen as a placed among the monarchs titled men. The largest benefit is that of being able to climb or jump the social ladder.

"The unsatisfactory answer you wish to hear is that there isn't a difference between souls. That is unless we must take caution of soul scripter. Otherwise a human soul of the living world in a low country is no differ to that of the mid tier demon in such a realm." The star pupil of this class who wishes to not just jump the social ladder but to be crawling in some lap of the monarch whims. The pet has all the extra hours of education to pull such an answer together. They also already break the mould in not having the correct uniform.

"Geez they don't take death order classes here?" This follows from a voice without any show of body. No direction of origin, "Such a sour disappointment."

"Mocking my class doesn't make me anymore pleased then knowing you been here at all." The cane thuds hard, "Leave unwelcomed spy."

"We will... after passing a little message. Since her lady isn't around to take it. You will have to do. But still, sour disappointment." The ceiling feel a snake of black and it coiled in hissed. It slaps a child to curious for their pen good, "Do not touch my greatest. Little fragile souls. NO even fodder. Disappointment." The snake folk slaps and acid burned the floor in touch, "An old freind from the abyss has taken a shine to a death god. He rambles boringly of erase times. Eating broken demons soul names. Just typical of the beast. You will know how to tell her ladyship. She seems to cling the closest to you, undertaker of omens." The loud hiss followed and the snake sinks to the shadows. Riddle looked at the ceiling to be sure that the god slayer left. Holding his hat in worry. He lowered in direct stare into the eyes of the students of this room.

"Count yourself luck. That was a god eater. Do not allow yourself to be fooled by the illusion of darkness. Thus bringing to the correct answer of my question. The demons always are darkness but human souls always have a way to out shine demons. They maybe the same but if given a situation of dire times. Humanity will do its best for itself, more twisted then even a demon can make reality. This concludes today's class early. Leave and recover before you next class." They turn either to each other in conversation or some who leave. The shining star snarl only for a second and lowered themselves in boredom to wait for next class.

"Which god eater was that? She gave them nicknames. You would know." The god rested at his shoulder as always, "What do you think she's playing at for taking so long to sort herself out?"

"You have forgotten that time has reverted several a time since you claimed me as your follower. Breaking the tradition of taking a human for a follower." Stern turn to face the board and wipe away the chalk, "But I do have plenty of hand written records."

He spoke gently in hiding that he was speaking to his god, trying to not look crazy to the student body. He doesn't need to worry about judging intentions, these aren't humans afterall. He just wishes to be careful about what they hear him saying. He doesn't want mistakes of understanding, especially when it came to teaching. He holds his hat down as he spies those leaving and the entry of others. He particularly pays mind to hand joints, as the way the hands freeze up tells the most common gesture the undertaker tend to over use. Given their artificial bodies have marks that are carved from worn use, caused by repeated actions. The ones who hold power or wealth of title tend to be less worn bodies. Those who worked being here have plenty of worn out pop joints. Those really misfortune tend to have the worst conditioning, but they are some the best able fighter. It matters no of skill, practice or even experience sometimes. Sometimes it's that training an undertaker to their own puppet body joints can make or break them for some duties. The ones who can withstand and have good intuitive will be sent to the living realm. The hands are a good obvious way of guessing. Hands are the most used and the most replaced.

"The way you walk is with a strange pattern." A student thoughtlessly spoke toward their teacher, "But its not as strange as how you hide your real face all the time." It's this sort of comment that worried the teacher. Only a damned can see the mask of other damned. It was a good way to fish out spies from the group pools. But his been told this sort of thing before, his hat being always hiding his expression. This can be literal and meta of a comment, which is hard to decern if this is something pretending to be a undertaker or if this was a bright egg. Its this sort of cunning he seeks in bright students. So he needs to give this child a chance.

"Very well observed. Is there anything else you want to speak of?" He continued wipe away his written chalk boards. The student stares a lot in watching him.

"The way you hold you hands. You are someone that gets things done, no matter a cost. Your worn out the joint work, its all so flexed out and over stretched. It makes your expressions smooth and you have a over flare to make it dramatic. You hide your eyes often as you scanning the whole room." The student crossed arms, "So why is a royal spy working here on such a lower grade?" He posed impressed by such good answer for a normal undertaker to make.

"This is an easy answer." Dramatic flare to give undivided attention down upon the child. The glare stare drills of the star student jealousy, soon too to come be part of this conversation.

"Everyone knows that this guy is a god follower. It's been a rumours since his acceptance to teaching." Wishing the credit for themselves.

"Well sure. but any other undertaker doesn't sound like him. His voice carries a low tone and as I said. He walks strange, it even sounds random step amounts." The bright student adds in a causal shurg, "Does sounding different make him a god follower?"

The god chuckles to such statement between the two rivals. The hat is tipped to allow the gentleman to think privately.

"It's those small details that can tell if the undertaker before you is cursed or blessed. It's rare to happen for us but it also isn't always a good thing. For if you are blessed, you will be a displeasure to demons. If you are cursed enough, gods can't contact you. We are meant to be purgatory dwellers. We carry both good and bad, and it's this balance that keeps us safe." He lifted to stare upon the next teacher in approach, "Either you are going to sit down for my class or be gone." The two go to their seats without a fight or further issue, "Don't you have other things to be doing, Curiosity?"

"If you believe that I do. Then I shall." He picked up the small amount he does carry as a teacher. Leaving the room. The burden of those trying to be above is heating to be a healthy competition. The settling teacher to take over straightens out everything, obsession of neat things in order. With everything in control, class began again. The same teachings but a different catchment of ways. Repeating the subject until laced all the way through their minds. This is how they learn now.

"According to an account written a few lives back. Before you came here, this human girl was in ownership of several god eaters. Even I didn't want to believe it as I had wrote it." Staring a strange angle as he walked and whispers to his god upon his shoulder, "Ragnar is judgemental. A ton of black snakes or often a large one of red eyes. These are only nicknames. It's can't summon them or be considered their real names."

"Yes we would want Loki to devour Loki. The god eater to eat the god. She must have choose these names based on some personality they have. It worries me that she nicknamed one Morpheus. And that are dogs too." Curiosity shook unwelcomed of the idea there was cat types and dog types. This girl that his past linked so much with keeps getting in his way even now. But even as he reads the past, their is this cling sin that he can't seem to forgive himself with. It has to do with her. He never has wrote it down or found where he wrote it. He continues to keep going as things are, learning in role as both follower and undertaker. Feeling inadequate for both roles. He doubts he was worthy materials for god follower. Yet still his trying to uphold these respects.