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The doors thunder closed as this was the cut off. There was no entry or escape from this point forward. The last and only able representative for the Lions makes it slip and was seated to the monarchs seat. The door lock clattered and something sparked a glphy prevention ward over the locked door on this side. The spell will zap and paralyze any that touch it. Death with no choose of the matter, slams the open page to a desk and seated himself appropriately in the jury rows. There several others that were here to take back the humans and some high bidding demons who wish to buy the souls from any not taken at the end of this bidding capture.

"As traditional to every few reverts of time, we send out undertakers to recruit those humans that will not exist in the next pull forwards of time. This prevents any complications among human society. Sometimes we can have a few slip by, as we had one man from a nonexistent country be an example of this. But this turn was with the collapse of the demon territory having a knock affect with the human world school network that demon kingdom had control with. From the next forward, the school will not exist and thus some students by complications will also stop existing. Some your family's met through that school and thus you were born because your family attended it. When you remove the school, your parents will have never met and thus you will be erased. If you try to return, you will be erased by time laws. Revert to what you should be by living law." This explanation was fitting excuse for 90 percent of the children here. The few in the 9 percent not included have members to take them home in the jury box. And then there is 1 percent... Eliza, her brother and three other Fallown or Seer children. They were here in bargain bonus and had no one of the families to take them back. It isn't nice but the Seers cut them out without batting an eye. The Fallowns are dream cultist and aren't aware of afterlife court culture. Grandpa here is a dead man, he couldn't take her brother or her back to the living land if he wanted to try. His not vanishing from time changes, so the fact remains that he still dies after the birth of both his grandchildren. His daughters had Eliza and her brother, so there isn't a paradox stopping them existing.

"I will not take any questions at this time and this isn't the place for such nonsense. Rather then letting waste potential undertakers who can continue existence then being erased by time. We take pride of scouting and making bids to attract you to a crest or be taken in by a crest if you can't choose. Those that don't even make it into a kingdom of undertakers have chances with the sigil paths or with other races. You could even become God followers if that particular being seeks you for their purposes. It isn't the first time we had an undertaker taken in by a god. It be rude of me not to mention the benefits of being a grim reaper or books keeper under the order of Death. You may have rank enough to buy yourself out of this as an oath keeper. So there is plenty of options and opportunities. Even those who no longer have escorts can still have place." Directed about the children who were taken by the loin crests and are without a kingdom at this moment.

"Very nice, can we get a move to showing these folks to the front?" A bidder monarch with the a mermaid crest waved at this long waffling. Bows are made and the front row of children at the lower gallery stands. They follow in line to the front. These are willing folks, so they show manners and bow. They make attempt of flagging to those they want to attract for bid. Some had made sigil greetings and posed for no sale of their souls and name. A practice that few people know to do. It makes a demon at the jury box tongue click that there was smart cookies in this batch. It was around here that the difference was clear, those that struggles during the clay pond and those that were properly done. Even the best candidate had a few flaws in the body. But there is always chance to do the process from scratch, as long as the soul threads are intact. There is a few that didn't form well. Arm joint bending wrong on the kid four from the left along. That's a result of someone panic swimming to escape clay fate.

"Starting from the right." This was going to be a long wait. There a clear favoritism of a lot of bids for the proven types. Those with decent sigil evaluation had big bids. Those that were less then that were being fought between the spider kingdom, the demon lord in the jury and occasionally the child own bid for themselves. It was slow but it was all proper. The papers are authentic and there wasn't issues for the results.

There was a pause before the next row of children are to be presented. As it was the turn to Hull the caged ones and those disobeying even now. They were changed to new shackles. They are bid for just as mixed as the front row was. Loki meerp around this moment and jumps into a damned door. He could be heard at the other side of the locked double door causing a riot. She acts innocent, Curiosity glares at her deeply for letting the god eater be so distracting.

"I don't think that cat is the only thing outside that door, Curiosity." The hunter leans and listened to the glphy door behind. Another slam deal bid, child that will be returned back to the living realm eventually.

"Hey sis, your know your creeps creatures. What is that thing over behind the fourth kid?" She heard her brother whisper to her. She looks at the thing dead straight, makes a mental check and then turns to her brother.

"A visitor from beyond this universe. I think his a Ender. He might be crazy and eat someone." She replies casual.

"Beyond what?" Her brother wanted clarification.

"That doesn't matter. If it was someone important, Omens would stop me removing them." Omens had heard his nickname and the mention of a visitor. He snaps away from the commotion from outside the room and peers forward at the lurkers. He must hand panicked as he fell of the pew back and was scrambling himself to go speak to the visitor. Improperly taking flight. When Omens lands on the shoulder of the visitor, the perception glamor took affect. From looking like a dark broken gloomy damned burning in holy light was now a human person. Being guided to take a seat among the jury seats and is now a bidder for the recruiting. Omens servant of three eyes has sat on another shoulder of another being. A once silver floating droplets of no form is now a sword stabbed through the ground. The bird resting on the gaurd of the sword.

"Why would a human guy eat people?" Her brother asked.

"Cursed people like me and that guy don't physically eat you flesh body. Rather it's the aura of your energy. This misinterpreted as soul eating." She explained softly, "All of use with a mask do it. The mask is a manifest shape that mirrors the condition of our soul. So his broken jaw isn't a good thing. Even the god of omens sitting on the left shoulder of the guy. His mask is split just slightly on his right eye side, so functionally his god sight doesn't work in that eye." She seems to lean more but it's hard to tell why for.

"So gods can be damned?" Her brother questions.

"I shouldn't be educating you about anything to do with gods, souls or outsiders. But I do because I love my family. You should maybe learn the soul basics with a death god or grim reaper. Once you understand the difference between what is soul and soulless and types of common soul forms. I might be able upgraded your ranking to A ranking with Sigil." Her brother thinks about the implications for why there a soulless category and ponders how can something exist without a soul. To that end, the fact she already was this better knowing of these things was terrifying. That she wasn't mute and stupid as she was in school. So far, he just been playing along with her talking. He was thinking she was just nervous and speaking for the sake of changes she undergone. Death changes people, she seem like that. He just wasn't prepared to be out ranked and out smarts by her.

"Winner bid to the stranger." A Glader was handed over to the visitors at the jury. A tome page lifted from the open book death has. It turned into a horrific bird and sat on the right shoulder of the humaniod. Meaning the names of that Glader by soul has been granted to that being.

"Last child before we move to the next gallery row." A Seer whom had fought every inch to not be here. No one was making any bids. It was a stiffened snarl by so many.

"I will take the child. Soul and shape. They will be feed as sacrifice to the tome." Eliza raised her left hand at this.

"And does a child whom is about to be bid for have the rank and money for such outcomes?" The demon being stung out from a free Seer.

"Franklin, I don't think you want to play my games. I enjoy the suffering of others. You don't want to be added on my list. I have plenty of pets whom would enjoy your company if you think money is an object." She silky stern and the burnt flame aura has made many recoil. Even the wolves of the court had lowered themselves in fearing her wrath.

"Belove lady, does such a child soul have purpose to us?" The wolf leader with tail between legs and shaking all over.

"No to us. No. The tome that lord decay has opened is hungry. I can't stand a begging voice so loud. It one less distraction to us." The court wolf leader bows at the idea.

"Since when did the wolves of court have a leader?" A monarch asks between the others. It was purposely loud at condemning the lass position.

"If it's meant to be of my benefit, not that I am completely comfortable to such implications. Then this bid she makes is also mine." Death speaking up and with leaned forward in scowl to the tome before him.

"Then you win this bid. No one will cheat death of his wishes." A monarch rules and the other follow in agreement.

"There you have it. Treated as if convicted for realm genocide. The blood poured directly over the pages instead of barrel up for later of the same use." She orders with her right hand. The court wolves take action. The child in total pieces and the blood brought and sprayed over both the tome and death. Death is unpleased by the shower. The leader wolf gifts the untampered soul to the god, as the removal of the soul was required before spilling blood. But the interesting part is that undertakers don't bleed. But here in this court, they do. So that child who gone through the undertaker treatment in pond dipping was a fully converted. They had no human flesh before arriving. If they had anything about them that stayed human, they should have turned to ashes. Turned as undertakers would have turned if slain on living realm grounds. This was a prime example of flipped laws, the life of afterlife. It was a interesting thought as she was wondering how food works in a undertaker.

"Will the half next row come forwards." This was the right side first, they broken this last set of kids for bid down further. This was because the best and worst for last. There is a set of children still stuck in mud Brock mode to bid between this set and Eliza's row half. The last child to the left of her brother is the last bidding, if they get that far.

"We are to stay together. And wish to be under service of the unicorn monarchy." The underdogs that undertaker Pride scuffed up. There was some discussion among the undertakers but they gladly were taken in after this. They are seated on a new row with other scouted children going to the same monarchy. It also speed up the next few as the three last of this row pledged to the other kingdoms. Even one for the spider crest. Everyone walked around the feasting wolves that are eating prebattle snack. There isn't much left of the body to be reconginzed as a body. The double door of the court house shuddered in a massive slam, the glyph ward had spent on whatever was the commotion there. Eliza was reclined back at this. She the only one who was relaxed about the war.

"Get your creatures under control." Her brother hissed in elbowing her. She seems to tear flesh off from her left arm. He backed away in being grossed out from the sudden self harm gore. But it was this gore that pulled strands and turned into a tome. She casually took a glance down at the pages. She scanned thrice, closed the tome gentle and melted it back as normal flesh on her left arm. She shakes her left hand to function again. She tilts to him and just frowns. Her mask was carved a deep frown shape.

"Well?" Her brother jolts afraid from hearing the door buckling.

"Their dead." She shurgs, "Even Loki."

"No. That's not how that works. Even I know that your using the terms wrong." He ducked as others do. She hasn't moved, "Translate your language correctly from damned." He hissed.

"You're the one miseducated here. Their souls are no longer in the afterliving sub clashing they belong to. They are by law, dead. Their names are not in the death tome either but that's because the souls were devoured. But if you went out there, you be seeing a pile of god eater corpses." There is a dumbstruck fear over his face.

"That might be a good thing. Removes soul of God eaters will prevent God eaters from coming back. Hunters like me do that." The buff hunter beside Curiosity.

"Nah... the souls maybe devoured but it's not the frist time I have removed them from the guts of the predator." She laughed this with a smirk, "This thing has wedge enough meat to reconstruct the bodies to stage 8." She directed that fact to a wolf beside her, "There be meat and material to fix you lot to werewolves. The thousand eyes, four hearts and the one length lung will revert me back to the elder lich." She added a point up and then eased as the wolf knew that command. It scampers and dragged death to a safer location. The wolves drag all the important key folks to safety. Even the visitor was respected. The three men around her side stare at rhe buckling door as it was loosing strength to hold up its own weight.

"Save our souls." Fleeing away from the doors mass panic. Those ready to fight and weren't deemed important made stood defensive place to gaurd the weak and inferior. The whole place was shaken by the souls of chains, like someone was throwing metal scraps in a compactor. There interludes of popping and shattering. The true title of death came forth from a door, holding a important tome.

"Seriously going to put your soul in harms way for this event?" She clicked her tongue at the ture titles arrival. He looked down to her. He looked at the door giving out. Right as this unimaginable horror was tearing up the nearest reaches, true title steps plainly back through his gate to safety. Left her to it.

"You did not just tell the god of Death to leave." The hunter screamed at her.

"I wasn't going to let him be broken and wasted on this. Finding a replacement true god's title for a sad duty such as the death god. I am saving myself hassle and effort. If you can't understand that, I will rip your soul out." She glared at the hunter.

"She doesn't need a tool for that." Her brother adds, "She has retracted claws that aren't human."

"I am sorry but there isn't a creature with such claws." Curiosity didn't know.

"Their called God eaters for a reason, Curiosity." The hunter braces himself, "I am not going to make it easy for it to take me."

"Your bravery is cute. But the second I do something, it's either going to collapse or run." She laughed.

"And why have you not acted now?" Her brother hissed.

"Luring prey into the den is easier for dismantling it's corpse." The wolf replies for her. She softly nods to this being the correct answer. There a look of dismay or disgust by the hunter and her brother. Curiosity however is distracted with his own focus. He must have been given a sort of command from among undertakers or from Omens. The pressure of the air changed and all potential magic was lost to an aura disruption. The whole room went from how heated they were against each other to freezing icy cold with overwhelming distress. The first line of defending folks takes charge to attack, even if the mage magic casting failed. A secondary line of fighters makes the new wall barrier. Willing to cost lives for a greater cause. There was some magic that did work affectively but this was because it was spent cost of the caster then from the surrounding energy. The pressure change popped loose clay bits within the newly made undertakers, suddenly finding some movements suddenly possible. The biggest clay ease was that sound instantly improved. Burst a ear drum is a horrific thing for a human but this is totally needed to allow energy and vibration reach sensitive soul threads, being the way undertakers hear sounds. The thin excessive clay from the process is broken and this puts the full rendering of sound into thier minds. Putting even more terror in the folks willing enough to fight at all.

"I can't loose you again." Is what she heard and was completely unprepared for what was next. This was that she was braced from joining the fight and sent backwards through a gateway. She was totally rattled a lot in not understanding what has happened. But feeling the aura of a cold soul, she didn't resist the snatch backward. For a while she lost all ability of sight and motion, flexed to folded up gentle. There was cloth binding wrap, the material was shielding her from burning light. There was only two people who has ever tucked her away in this fashion. One those folks was a clothus but they aren't around anymore. There isn't coming back from what happened to them. The only other person is Curiosity, well a older version of him. Not the current one that brought her to this court. She suspects there a weird time slip or time break. It would explain the living realm change and the revert time can be manually triggered.

Time when it is broken, is a strange concept. As by the law of soul experience, it not the same to another soul. Even of you share the same time and place with someone, they do not share the same event of that moment with you, well not turly. Undertakers are the only folks in soul term to scynonize experiences, this is through the contract they tend to make by exchange of soul threads or fragments. Curiosity... well his exchanged with her many times outside this time space, they been through so much that didn't happen. Given this universe is the origin of them both. She knew that many enemies and bad folks would have made her misery here. She knows even after all she has repent for, there will be unresolved issues. Its why she is rejected by the index, refusing someone with to many complexities. She also had theorised that when she returned Curiosity here, he would have made it his own mission to help her. She seen plenty of him this far, but he been clueless and without their history. So where is the version of him that has their history? Maybe this will be soon answered.

Yet the flex of how time is not foundational stable in this universe means so much can be erased, even if souls history can't be. When does the past, present and future finally collide into itself? What then of all her handy work she kept to hold the fragments of mulch together. When will the events play put that lead to the tomes being turned into mulch?

Stuffed within the weaves of shadows fabric, that isn't her own. Pocketed away, protected from light and sounds. Removed from a situation that was meant to pay her a price. She curled up even tighter, disliking the insanity of nothingness. A where that is nowhere. A time that doesn't move. There isn't even deaden sounds or the pitch of white noise. This was no different to being thrown into the abyss without attachment to laws. It is this she hated and endured plenty already. Just how much of her will be left from stagnate snail running.