Stranger that doesn't belong

Death has become more and more attached to this vessel Loki. The prolong time his soul rests beside the god eater. The more his opened to things beyond the gods and worlds he assumes. Being at her side has opened a vast amount of fear and extremes. But in time, at her side. He understands her traits. Her weird habits. Why she never fits in among human society when her average life is full of broken identity. She turly is just a travelling nomadic tourist that takes in the culture, architecture and customs. She exchanges gifts in exchange of other gifts. Her language always evolving and altering. Always is she trying to learn what suits as a respected greeting to these creatures. She not faze by bodies, features or what seems a horrible tradition. It's that everything has a basic concept, that breaking barriers was simpler then expected with her.

Her cloth table is raised in a market street. Hung are wood, crystal and metal scraps on strings. She postures often of making them I to images they wish. More times then not, it's a child wanting a pet or flower. It's a couple wanting an symbol of their love. It's this world's version of a god follower requesting God offerings of appeasement to be made. Each customer brought her something interesting but equally she seen for humans. But it's their reaction to her work that differs. It's a blank uncertainty in the gaze when their given what they pay for. Often thinking nothing to hard for something worth pennies. Omens and Fate at shock seeing their own vessel counterparts here. The way this world of heavenly divine beings has its own God system and teirs of worship. That combat with mythical cultivated training and eating of local organic plants. These practiontioners are unlike the humanity that death and Omens always assumed as the normal. It's nothing so earth Shattering for her.

"Death did you ever start reading the books online like I suggested?" She scoops him as she packs up her shop today. It was the end of trade exchange for the locals and this she's being pushed out from this space.

"Why are you asking now?"

"It's just..." She laughed a little to herself. She takes a moment of looking around at all these cultivation folks, "You might as well say we in some webnovel that uses a system of empowerment soul cultivation. They use all sorts of divides like sects. The worship of gods is devoted in a twisted ways. In fact, you death are one the highest respected here. As the closing to death and dying you are. The bigger your soul grows under that pressure." She pauses and makes a last check. She shadow slips on her cloak. Holding bird death and feeling Omens land on her head. But she isn't quiet certain of it being him. But she stays collected about the strange bird thing.

"There is no way we crossed into a book." Death hissed.

"Whose to say we aren't in one already?" She smoothly walks with not letting this creature claw her head. Thee is plenty of locals that turn and flee the second she appraoching. She leaves the town without the guards able to mess her for ID or tax. The bird made a terrible huffing sound, yet still she walks wearing this bird like its a fashion.

"It's dead you know." Death huffed.

"Its a phoenix. It will burn and born again." He stares in disbelief of her assumptions. Even so it is possible something worse like a nightmare creature or a god eater in disguise. Might even be some mail carrier here to greet her. A sent assassination attempt gone wrong. So many a thing.

"Look the shire." She right over to a small prayers shire, it suited with Eastern style. Even the bread offering and respect to the spirits this shire has by its locals. She understands the importance of respecting the shire and the local ways of law prayer. From kneeling in prostration, holding a lite candle of proper hand folded prayer. She cloaked up so much to hide her skin, as bare skin was inappropriate before such shires. Looking into the eyes of spirits and even speaking. Names were just as dangerous. With three knocks and fold of arms away. She stays still, deep in soul speaking to the inhabitants of the shire. Her dream self entered the mansion, presented more gifts and spoke heart warmingly to these spirit guides. They were pleased and gave traveller blessing over her. She wakes sitting up abrupt and staring at the restored brilliance of the shire.

"And she's back." Omens hops down a tree and with death at side.

"It's still dead." The bird corpse splats at the ground.

"It's fine. They will take it. I have to go to the large temple next. In the large imperialism pavilion." Omens hissed at her, as if knowing that was impossible.

"You going in as a lady of waiting or imposing as some high divine vessel." Death pondered.

"You been using your other vessels to waste time." She huffed.

"Well now I know that the nonsense of human boredom and their creative vomit can actually be a mirror simulation or a mock up of realms. Takes the novels with a grain of disconnection. Patterns of clichés are staring to be very on point."

"Anyway, this place relies on soul age. Being removed from existence has its perks." She got up and frowns, "Is lady summons still sad?" She asked them.

"Very. But your approach of making the silver river into a immortalise symbol and right of passage has moved her heart to better places. The styxs has returned back to his duty of the hell realms. It's cascading a lot of unexpected places." Death was soon a chatterbox that no one can shut up. He coos and groans at so many things. It was as if all these bottles little things has finally been given voice by him. Omens couldn't help but take notes. Enjoying the insight death croaks over. Death went into so many topics that crosses so many of his other bodies. He harps so loudly that everyone around was unable to stop her appraoching into the pavilion sect unchallenged.

"You!" The hard hit words had rumbled death to silent now. The whole place full of disciplines, many techniques sect of differing cultivation styles and soul characteristic. The great elders all stand in feeling her approach, fearing her threatening malious. It's a misunderstanding, she was just feeling death talked to much.

"It's like being among clothus or undertakers again." She muttered under breath to her birds. She voice adjusted and with a little clearing vocal. She tunes in a the wavelength, "I am so sorry for my unlady like manners. I travelled a long way and forgot what civil society was like." She makes a few clothus gesture and learnt ones from locals, "I came to speak to the relic in the temple trial." The men look at each other with confusion.

"No one speaks to an object or animal like you do crazy woman." The uneducated and lacking discipline rookies. Even so, the seniority of them block unnecessary scrapes with someone so soul powerful that she could sneeze those place into dust.

"Not only the three eyes fortune seekers. But a familiar bird that eats the monsters of dead. You not here to take or even demand anything of a cost to us." The eldest leader posed all to back away.

"Oh, that's right I am wearing flesh. You see me as a person. I had forgotten." She removed her face mask and indeed it's all clear what she is to them, "I came to speak to the relic and leave. Imprinting my souls wisdom and improving it's abilities to judge worthy." The leader flinched but knew her from previous times she came. Between times of being unborn and dying as a human. She soul walked the heavenly and hell judging trials. Repenting sins from across the universe. She came to seek soul help from them before. She came to return this favour. To be the help of these lonely relics of heaven.

She guided with growing fear by the eldest leader. He wafted many to no disturb them. Every step in trade of hearing her being existence equal to himself. Yet feeling all the soul power. He prostration was in hope of her not killing them all for being unworthy soul specks in this sea of growing souls.

"Why is this working?" Death asked as she lays along the alter once more, holding the spirit sword blade. It has some fancy long special name but for her the tome access shows it's a dying soul. A fading soul that leaving behind unfinished business. Her walk of the many heavenly realms has crossed empty vessel relics and the ruins remains of sects without the secret weapon that protected them. This sword was soon just the next to watch the fall of the clan it cultivated around itself.

"She spoke of clothus and undertakers. Spirit walkers we dealt with. We must send word to them about her being here." The leader hissing at his men, "Tell the a monster in clothing of a Trickster is walking the holy pilgrimage. Tell those ahead on other temples and sects to be ready to die or receive her as a guest." He pulls the collar of the discipline, "Tell all that this monster is beyond the expectations. Her soul time is record breaking."

"Wouldn't that set cultivation collectors to chase for her?" The leader hissed and the men rush to make these massages known.

"Seal the doors!" The other leaders voiced and soon entombed into the temple space in peace. She slept comfortably as her soul speaks to the sword at length about all it wishes. She spent it training a new soul having ate the fading soul out.

If you had anything exotic came to thought, then in this instance. It was likely true to being a one night stand in the soul world between her and the new soul sword inhabitant. Using the dreamworld distorted time and mental mind games to make the soul sword ready to the task of making cultivation soul practiontioners into men. Equally on outward appreance, the two bird bodied gods see only that she sleeps restlessly in clutching the sword. They aren't going to her mental world to figure anything human out of this matter.

Rather they both birds used the time to gather intelligence from the soul web of godhood they made of. Mentally checking in to what their main bodies and tasks of their other bodies are up to. Be it death glued to screen devices and other connected soul matters death worries about. A entire chunk of tomes was wiped out, whole death realm departments were erased. There was many people that didn't make the transfer. This was normal for him and to this scale wasn't a worry either. None of the unaccountable souls have left. None of the stable cog oaths were changed, lost or damaged. It is another day in deaths office making spelling error corrections or investigating into souls that need his aid to repair themselves. Never a dull moment as death watches how much time the living have left and arrogance they inflated.

While Omens internal conflict was put a more stable thing then a temporary war truce. Allowing all his many bodies to speak reports of what they been up to, what they witnessed and the premonitions. Plenty of himself was seated along black abyss sand, across several dream lands and critical infrastructure for gods and mortals. Although it's madness and plenty of strings he collected don't tie or tangle. He makes it a go of trying to be his own mimic of fate. Which is amusing as it was Fate trying to imitate his power in aid of the Ender, his own follower right now. Mattu although connected to Omens under oath contract, wasn't in Omens power to be helped. Instead Fate is making do helping Mattu, as she sent Eliza to be the other half of this double act.

"Who do you send to carve these temporary totems? This material isn't wood." Mattu concurrently in a further lost temple repairing the building to a functional use. The entire team of enders under him all stop as his questioning the client in such a brazen way. It could jeopardise their disguise as a outside sect of unknown cultivation. This client is someone that risks the undertaker markets for a merchant. The merchant on topic.

"The thing isn't undertaker or local. It never speaks. We don't speak at all. I give or show what I need. I provide the crystal I risk my life for obtaining. I watch it use a knife or even a claw to scrap across the surface like hot knife to butter. I have tried my own attempts of practicing carving. But it's relic creation is unmatched. Tried many times. New materials. Clay is the only other acceptable substance to make the figures. At least the carving skills were helpful transfer from failed not wood to clay mimics." The guy picked up the example, "the vessel isn't the issue. It's that the vessel is empty. I don't feel the lost one that housed this place." The guy isn't wavered or any sort of threaten by how rude Mattu was. Rather simply prayer and hugging the statue. Sad that effort to make this place great had lost soul that needed it.

There a commotion from a runner lower servant that slides himself in great sorrow and panic. Speaking to fast of the urgency. That mattered was that a there is a pilgrim taking the trail that is restoring the great relics. Those resistance of outsiders to sects face terrible attacks from the creatures. That this think sometimes speaks in magic. No one weak that went against it has survived. Those who welcomed the stranger have had greater powers. Had many benefits of allowing the stranger to be locked in for a night and letting them leave. Nothing stolen. No one dare disrespect the over a million year old soul. A great monster of respect.

"Be sure we accept this guest with distant respect. No need to speak and approach but don't block them either. Only when them. No one else is treated that way. Prepare a jade stamp if they don't have one."

"There is someone I know is like that. But she can't be here." Mattu dismissed in assumptions. But with the others around him in staring I'm disbelief. One wanted to say it but they all turn back repairing the building structure. Back to team working the roof tiling and trying to improve the old temple.

The two bird are at flight over the town market here. Having lost her among the beings, she stops often at many stalls. Especially the unworthy ones. As of she following some sort of unseen system ordering. Which was exactly right, she had a request to gather a hamper of goodies to be allowed pass to the next stages of this pilgrimage but she been already shopping at other sects as if feeling it come to this. She even had enough knowledge to haggle down the rip offs. Or navigate the fakes among treasures. She bought many 'fake' as the real quailty was hidden about these. New repair tools and appraising equipment.

Once more she ended trades of walking about by setting up a cloth table for temporary, hidden in a side dark alley to avoid tax or law. Mostly since she is not certain what is illegal trade here. As even wearing pendants is frowned in this area. As if material reminders is useless and only the high disciplines live lavished. Low men and women are servants by everyone else. Even so, the side alley has other merchants like her, avoiding guards. This alley has sales of plenty. She ended sooner then most. As she had to worry about the locking gate curfew. Visitor entry ended soon and she wants to sneak in and lock in over night.

"The fight for succession for first disciple is on!" Many cheer in the tavern spots on her way to the venue. She seems to had picked a most optimistic moment. Fate has her threads fine today. However that might mean the relic of this place is moved too.

"Get in line!" So jade's are being used to allow in. She has several but they aren't like those used by these people.

"Get out of here, monkey paw!" One the temples she been to had just been thrown a side door. She adjusted watching public and side. Omens lands on the wall where it's broken. Slightly further was Death on a branch eyeing up folks in the private garden. She tilted a few times in wanting the other way but Omens flustered wings. She dove shadow quickly. A passing foot gaurd looked at the hiding spot confused but moved. She slips shadows, and passed through the wall. Omens soon sat on her shoulder and then she stood underneath death. He stares confused.

"Transformation can be taken instead of dying." She voiced gentle, "But you spend soul energy to do so and need the aid of a relic." Death lands her shoulder with still eyeing them all.

"Relic is on them all."

"Or that they carry personally earned ones. I am not here for personal use ones." She still checked scanning, "Ah but... a thief is among." She tilts thinking and that's when death rudely landed on the table. He helped himself to the tea and biscuits. Omens follows too. Making room for her to join them. She stood blocking the one about the flee. Hand lifted in holding the relic she is in need of checking over. The lad is forced to sit and she carried this relic, sitting too.

"They are going to fail." She heard from death, "Yet this isn't what was meant. I see Fate struggling to make them work." Omens nods of this.

"They speak."

"We do." She sighed and with voice adjusted. She mirrors the energy made here, "Forgive my invasion of privacy. But I am a pilgrim, here to restore these artifacts. Here to give energy to them." In demonstration, she works on this main one before her. It went from dying dull blade in black sheath to a red metal blade with soul runic details. All she did was pour clothus energy transfer to it. In mirror of the way it was made naturally then the ruined wrapping that the clothus seals over it. She puts the restore item across the table and now posed her left hand to the old man. He knew and without doubt - gave her a ring. She does the same again of energy wrap softly and returns it. He puts it on and gained back 50 years. A lady presented a fan. There a long study in their eyes. This lady twisted arm and presented the arm band. This was restored and returned. Only the smart and brave passed a relic, none other trusted her.

"If this all you wish, I am going now. The other relics here are useless. Lost of the depth that made them." There a strength in a hand that pulls her arm.

"The master's relic?" She shook of this.

"I don't feel it here, nor does the current object met the restoring needs. You may want to over throw the fake person." She lifted properly, "It wasn't my business to pry like that. Sorry." She uses a shadow to fade from sight of these folks.

"The lady is right. Your leader isn't as it seems." Death warns and leaves.

"It wears the skin to fool prey and eats the potential from others." Omens added, "That sword blocks and breaks such attacks." Flying to meet up with the other two. The shock of these disciplines and elder. The puzzle fits and down cast of a war set in. She leaves this village settled pavilion for the mountains. Climbing it the faster route and overcoming endurance trial. She restores the cavern temple and the spirit shires here. And the statue relic at the end of the path here.

She lays along the statue in dream to soul speak to the object. And instead of being uncomfortable in prostration, this was a preferred way. Sleeping peacefully. This statue was different then other she came across there heavenly gate realms. This was the first time that someone treated her as the outsider should have been. And in rather being made of the statue and it's refusing. She left away grateful of its acts. She had even stayed a whole day with this cavern. Planting seeds of the plants she traded thus far. She watered and appreciate the already steady wildlife here. Upon second rest, the statue was a little more hospitable but reluctant. She able to pass what she needed in a quick few games of Shogo.

Waking with watching the rising twin sun's over these lands. She watches over how dawn colours over shadowy misted fog feilds and dim houses of candle light. That most aren't idle and have already been harvesting wood or training strength. She smiles as this spot overlooking these lands is exactly as she used to draw it. Even to the twisted tree that been struck by lightening in a courtyard of masters. She remembers Matthew's commentary of things he found about this land when looking at her art. In heart, how sad this place is full of those burning quicker to die faster. 

"We are the forigener's here. We can't assume the way of life from just looking at it." Death speaks up at her side in having sort of heard her prayers in sorrow to this land, "They aren't aware of hoe fragile the ground is and how long left they have to survive. As a reaper, you mustn't tell another's end. It only makes it worse. It's what you told me, when I fell in love with my wife." She pets the bird body and how both snort of Omens still sleeping. Back to staring over the land. 

"Its why I avoid him sometimes." She spoke gentle, "Our time ends together. When he looks at when I will die, he will figure out his own. Maybe its why his so cold and hurt. I am sure its more then that. I truly love the same sort of things, even Omens. For all that biting, hissing and threat to my life Omens behaves. It fills my heart knowing its in the care of love to his follower." hugging Loki warmly, "Its how all my pets treat me. It seems like rough love, but it they didn't care. They would never bother me. For all the spit, bleeding and pain; its love. If it was a human to do all those things to me, I would have murderer that freak a long time ago." She softly scoops to carry omens and with this she walks everyone onwards with the next destination in the heavenly realms of thousand world gods. Meeting every cog oath soul that holds these lands together in the chaos it system of battles breath in. 

"War is just breath here. To die is the privileged of sleeping." She concluded with taking the carved stone steps.