Arise from Ash

"Executioner has enacted properly to such subjects." Her broken body began to make soft clattering. Clay ringing that chimes to its reconstruction. The clothus skin stretching and springing to a shrinking shape. The crowd that was leaving take stop of looking back to a body pulling itself back together. Scrawny little thin limb attaching the clay ones back. Her head lifted to staring the ceiling, rose of flexing broken spine and torso.

"Your finally back my lady." A monster among the undertakers kneeling with fear, "Forgive my action against you, lady. The current crown crest ordered for all sleeping and unawakened ones to be turned to ashes." Bowing to head at floor, "His actions have made many resentment among the common ones. He ignored the tome crowns concerns."

She removed her face and then took free use of her broken senses to feel them all out. She is otherwise blind without the undertaker senses working. This coffin is a past one of her lives. Her mind scrambles in why she was away from Raven's side to alone in this lonely undertakers life. Her right hand is faintly burning the vow.

"Take the monster into the prison with the others!" Spoke the order of a monarch host. But his crown was a dead being. He walks with its corpse over his shoulders. She makes a few poses and they all stopped from touching her.

"You dare command a fella crown of your allience? That is unless you are a war monger." She shadow slips right over this host and his crown. Removing the crown from this undertaker. The sheer act of taking this crown off turned them to dust. She holds the crown with paying mind to whatever this became.

"Ah, you have adapted. Altered to the changed law. Your act to make the others adapt makes sense." She had soon made command for the crown to be taken by its own shadow left hands, "Give it a better host." She commanded and they take with a bow. The host undertaker soul here was sunk to hell, the chains of sin invoking many souls in the crushed bodies here. A felt souls lifted since it was to lighter density. And the remaining souls stuck here are being swept up among the dust, taken to the public pond. The dust sweepers are her men, cleaning away this horror scene.

"This way my lady." Her monster guiding her to the thrones of active crowns and host. She felt cold holding herself together. That she has two active bodies here. She barely keeping it together with feeling stronger ties to this other better body nearby. She about barely makes around to a coffin along this catacomb of once sleeping comatose undertakers lay. This coffin was the next to busted. The team on charge of following the order had to stand back as she was stopped between.

"Pardon us." Her creature moving them away, "She's not stable and her mood might kill us all." They at least heed the creatures words and moved for some next several coffins over. Busting open tossing the contain to spill down the massive hole down. Given the only walk space from the whole coffin holes is the ascending stairs towards the hole of those to be forgotten. She sways hazard with her claws busting open this coffin. This body of unstable dusting clay smashes and poured into this coffin. Repairing the holes in her better crafted body. The coffin lid slams closed, not of her or the monster proxy.

Rather this coffins other sleeper. The ender title and host being. She was being held tightly like a doll, squished harshly in his cradling. She nuzzled into him back, getting comfortable. She finds her soul strands repairing them both and established their vow together. It seemed sudden but really it was when her soul fine tuned to make his. There a deep conversation with himself. Ender title explaining the situation as it knows and the straws grasped of broken other past lives of himself. It would seem his just been body locked here a long time, likely for the duration that she not had himself around as the imagery friend.

"As I know, the merging of tomes has coincided with merging time events. I have relived a lot of different thanksgiving days, each a repeated but twisting change. I have fallen from existence and crawled out of the abyss. My God court trial ended with odd results. I have became hybrid of creature. Obtained crown of undertaker Nightmares without trying and can change into a grimoire of cursed souls. I have both living and death status. I am known as some watcher from the abyss. The unwelcomed tome index defence against power of abusers." She really hugs back, "Our time apart has hurt me. I know I had to do it but I missed you the whole time." They turned silent hearing her.

"Leana..." He muttered, his hand brushed around her with deep inspection of her sudden changes, and slowly feeling this changed him too. It was his manipulation of shadow casting that took them from this coffin to a coffin from one of the civilian undertaker flats. It was him that picked them up from this space. He got them both clothing removed, and wrapped with towels. She wasnt allowed to move, he continually had her bewitched and shadow wrapped. Bridal style carried down out to the public dip pond. Setting her into the water frist, and then seated himself beside her.

The years of inks, blood and sigil dirt sank. Runic layers that improperly painted these body parts smoothed off, a veteran has no use for them.

"Your soul went for a wander. You have been gone a long time." He wasn't happy or sad about that. Maybe it became inconvenient for a while.

"My soul got snatched back to the living world be it because of the gods, tomes or attack of a particular demon." Eliza relaxed deeply with finding all her joints ease, she lifted in her nightmare tall shape. Longer fingered hands that platforms water up through her lacking masked face. Showing her was maskless suddenly. He looked around perplex but then lower of the water. Her mask was collecting strange things under the water. He chooses to say nothing with lifting back to how she shrinks back to adult aged lady. Her body lacked any seams that showed she held a second form. Then she leans forward, making a scrapped sound and back forward. Her face wearing a blank expression, leaning about on the relaxed side.

"Who are you?" There are other undertakers of this public bath and none will have seen her nightmare form. It had him confused of what they missed. She doesn't have to speak, she makes four hand gestures. Crown, book, sleep and silence. This can be seen on many ways but if you know then there was no questions for her. Given there still aggressive.

"My exchanges of supplies to your kingdoms will not fault because of your ill intentions. Rather I will simple take punishment at my own pace and take your souls for a little trip." She then purred with right hand over her lips.

"The merchant." Plenty backed away, "You have to follow the crest you belong to."

"I made allaince of peace, yes." She stops purring a little, "But it doesn't stop me being tempted." The trouble markers moved away to the furthers side but it gained a equal measure of folks interested. Given a bath house means no one is on uniform. It's hard to tell what their roles are and what they could request. She can at least know the territory monarch instantly. They have the metal in shape of a necklace, it's manifest creature soothing in the bath water too.

"I am a busy soul, I leave myself a lot. Not by choose." Although she made an undertaker with all undertaker functions. She is very well experienced to inlace human like qualities into her words. This being a sort of sad dip over her lacking control of her souls walking.

"But you continued to serve my back. You returned my crown to me several times." King shock stares with a tilt, "You became a kingdom of your own."

"A crown took fancy of my ownership to Noctrum. Not the other way around." She shrugs as she has always as if speaking to old time friends, "Most days is playing games among my God eaters, slayers and nameless ones." She crunched her left into a fist for minor rage, "And then of course I have to watch over the death vessels whom couldn't go to far without the title around. Which is fine, but..." She slashed the water, "Naraly keeps chasing the snow lands death god." She motioned into relaxing again, "I am not in the loop about what may many branches of human families are up to. Ever since I became my own independence, I had no good reasons to interfere. I watch what I can and prevent things slipping worse then they are. Not that much can be done. Death will be back from holiday at somepoint. Repairing and protecting tomes hasn't changed. Regardless if the tome hates me or not."

"Does this have to do with you god court trial?"

"Ended with an interesting exchange. Sure my soul was recycled back, my names back among the pages and fun stuff. Not all of my souls aspects were wiped clean and not all my traits were returned back to the human ones. Thus a hybird. There plenty of them now. I wasn't the first. I am just the most infamous here."

"I appreciate that you broke down the corpses wearer. But was it wise to send it back the kingdom?" His crown asked with king shock shivering in hearing the crowns voice at her.

"Crimson souls have a different recycle system. He is in a sleeping phase. The treasurer of that kingdom will handle this. We will just have to be content with a crownless host among for a little while." She replies smoothly in the same soul language back to the crown. Really only other crowns, hosts and Curiosity as her side heard this.

"What did you say?" King Shock's partner glares at her, knowing her lips moved but it wasn't heard.

"She can speak directly to the crowns, one of many creepy traits this girl holds." Shock pats his partners shoulder, "We will not have to worry about the crest of Lions having respect vote among the allience until their crown returns. The crown of Nightmares has taken care without political consequences." She bows her head of this, "Have you finished your work?" She tilts with looking at him deeply.

"I have finished with this tome. This space shouldn't be my business. I am still here in spite of such enlightened ways. I suspect I will be snatched by the abyss of the unknown whenever but I am stable as I am here." Curiosity had made a strange jolt of this.

"I don't think it be her going willingly, Curiosity." King shock postures, "I have been swept to other tomes because of the crown. She is likely just following her crowns will or whatever else beyond the unknown that threats us." He looked at her more, "I know about the existence eaters outside."

"Well, thier corpses but yeah. Their meat does attract interesting things." She rolled left hand, "Extracting their stomachs for souls is indeed a task befits for even a broken soul to repent. The decay and growth of broken laws is inhospitable for even clothus to exist." She takes stop with seeing Curiosity really reactive about her calm words. She had soon pet his back softly.

"Corpses?"

"Yeah, there isn't a soul left in the meat tubes. I often go back for farming meat for my God slayers and eaters all the time. I get bonus new meat and materials with the things attracted to the corpses. There isn't anything left about those corpses that be harmful to a time space. Not many folks know what to do with such materials, let lot carving it to use. It is a substance outside of laws, so it's broken laws attracted about it to be harmless."

"So where are the souls of the existence eater?" She only just smiles at King shock, "They aren't coming back, right?"

"Of course not." She felt Curiosity inside her thoughts and how he couldn't make sense of her at all. Nor did any of her souls many voices be a tell enough for what she did to all those souls, "Death would be unplease of me to bring such souls among the tomes. I am not even allow to given them entry in the soulless compendium. Thus meat."

"You have access to that?" Curiosity hissed.

"You can't because of Omens." She tongue clicked, "The god has to many issues enough." She posed her hands of exasperation.

"Yes, having a true title allowed access into the full inventory of soulless would be giving the god limitless bodies to jump into." King shock nodding, "He would be so far spread of so many bodies. He loose his godhood." She nods in agreeing with the king. Curiosity frowns but thinks this over for a while.

"If you want to play hunt the god among monsters, that's up to you. Given you other duties... well." She had slapped someone's pointed blade at the back of her neck, she did so with her right hand turned of claws. She tilted looking upon a very seething mad sister. A strange brother complex problem.

"Miss Pride, you're welcome to bath among us if it puts you at ease. It doesn't change the fact I am your brothers vow. If anything, you should ask him what the deal is. His one the reasons why I am still here." Pride although seethed hotter, bubbling the water on entry. Plenty of trying to plan murder in that gaze.

"Well since things are about to settle again." The Unicorn crowned Monarch raises from the water, is robbed by his close servants. He takes pause with how his crown whispered something. He did debate speaking up of this.

"There is currently an interesting complication with the living realms. That there being two human ones sharing time but not space. The humans use the terms gates and are fighting monsters. If anything, the leak of a secondary living world of its twisted history is mixing with the one we have been so careful to look after. There are corresponding tomes. It's definitely dangerous for spirit sorts to cross the second living world. The energy there is toxic to all, even gods. Humans being uniquely meat shells cross there and back whenever. As are the creatures coming from this other human world. The laws aren't changed. It's human souls against human souls. There are active gods other there, but they are not coping well. There has been no way to bridge yet." She had to speak it aloud as it was on everyone's lips.

"You have been there." Curiosity glares at her.

"Yup and tomes. I have their tome access, which for a thing like me - makes sense." She stuffed his head like it wasn't a big deal.

"What is the biggest problem about that side?" King Shock asked.

"An abnormal energy that is leaving undertakers, demons, angels and gods as empty meat shells across the many realms of that tome. I have yet to figure out if it was clothus or something else at fault. I might even be for blame. I don't know and have not meddled since." She rolled left hand, "There a working system enough to not require an Ender and other oath cog aspects. There isn't a need for many aspects like the afterlife for the place to work as it is. Very closed soul system and within containment. For now."

She crossed arms with thinking about it all. Plenty took what they needed from her open sharing of this information, each kingdom has its own motivations. The unicorn king nods of this and leaves. As are many other lesser to her care kingdoms. Plenty of shadows stick about, be it the undertaker left hands and the damned that know she can be hired by them.

"Trixie!" She tilted that direction of having acknowledged this shout of her, but it was Curiosity whom had Trixie sunk into the deeper part of this pond suddenly. She tilted with looking at him like his the odd ball here.

"There you are." Both of them grappled with separate clawed limbs up out the water.

"Twilight." Trixie warmly voiced, "Look at you all neat scales and many eyes." Being seated at the ponds edge, "You wanted me to find some souls or what?"

Twilight is definitely really upset, with dulled colours and muted drawing like runes over her scales. She clearly weakened and not ate properly from how she bends joints.

"You know, I met Raven not so long ago. I guess this means that particular tome has maybe been able to restart again. Knowing souls, I bet he gone back to try his life again." Twilight looked hopeful but such news, "I think you get meet him again. A new start." Twilight nods at deeply considering this, "You need me to soul transfer you there?"

"But my... well... you already handle them." She lets this weigh up.

"When your ready, come back when you are ready." Twilight nods of that and leaves.

"Raven is my other name." Curiosity pondered.

"As a clothus." She checked and he snarled a little with looking around, "Easy there. So am I. I don't think the many gods have time to make trouble with the very souls that protected the tomes from clothus courts." He holds his chin at this, "You fear Twilight because she eats clothus all the time. So it's a predator prey fear." She has just now finally flexed her hand back to mimic undertaker. Plenty eased better due to it.

"Leave it to her to cut space time while talking nonsense." Jackal shot tone made plenty turn seeing him here. Many more at weapons up to defend against him.

"Joseph, you're looking killer today. God eater tooth and unhinged crazy eyes. All your missing is blood spray or ashes. It complete the creeper killer assemble." Makes four steps, just four. He was smothered in love by several creatures. Be it her dogs, cats and plenty of creatures. Each taking a little play nibble or lick of him. She snaps fingers four times and the crowd of monsters were gone from sight. Joseph laying at the floor, bleeding black blood and ragged breathing.

"You will not be the one handling his soul transfer." Curiosity pulled her right hand.

"I wouldn't bother when the death vessel was already doing a better work then me." He holds her at his side, "I am just releasing him from the abysmal contract." She had broken the fate threads created as clothus spun curse - she made to soul watch Joseph. The one used when he stupidly opened the abyss compendium for her page.

Since he was dead in a stable place in her reach, she has no further obligations to watch his soul. Allowing the death vessel better allowance for all the Fallown names connected to Joseph and herself. Even accessed where Trixie soul name is marked. The death vessel was able to use this death moment to repair and correct those others. She had even felt her own name swept a few goes. Each a new layer of sight among them. The tome closed softly, Joseph was collected and carried off for undertaker altering.

"How long have you marked them?" Death vessel asked with stepping to be visible among others.

"Right after I became the watcher of the abyss. Their souls were not edited by anyone but my partner, myself or Joseph within that time frame. Thus they were stuck in a limbo that aided their off tome travels. The soceity of the red mark has its uses then just this universe." Death's vessel crossed arms with trying to take in that.

Death's vessel steps away in the time give to think over many of her perspective. Her view of this being all workable situation was working hell to many undertakers here. Plenty are also loving it, scavenging the natural gates to these other sides for repair replacements for some their department machines. There is likely established work with undertaker kingdoms that somehow are able to escape the toxicity of that universe. It wouldn't be wrong to maybe assume that some bright undertaker linked their tome to some other tome undertakers land to make an escape bridge. Kingdom among universes move to other universes across many tomes naturally, and it wouldn't be hard for someone to figure an artificial way of forcing it.

How did you know that Twilight was safe to talk to and how your brother was a threat? Tomes. Deaths nervous with collecting folks around cog oath like me. There a sort of way he has a nervous shuffle while soul brushing. It becomes a distinctive tell from how other sounds the tomes make. Occasionally he will also muttered at the pages if its really bad. If it was serious then true title is directly associated in the check.

"Do I have a new dress?" She asked behind herself. At taking a glance of one her nightmare servants. She sighed with eye roll, right as a head smacks hers from there. This nightmare shivers shocked as anyone else watching. She had barely moved with the way water drips about her arms, causing a mad scramble. This fluffed scaled cow kitty trips on itself off. The crawl climb running while sort of skidding the wet surfaces in blind panic. Slowly than he wants to be, exiting here.

"A new dress was indeed made, left in the domain." She back forwards with accepting that answer, "one of those days that it stole your broach." She sank head down and thinks about it.

"Morpheus!" She shouted and the fat cat wobbled from shadow, he drops this broach to her hand. She give him scratched of loves and he faded back, "That was a good guess or he knew I chase them." She holds this broach, "Oh this broach. I have to be alive and human for its intended purposes." She looked about it at detail, "Actually, I have bend enough rules to make it work."

She takes a few draws of internal checking, feeling her many bodies and time zones. Tome access. She raised a brow with finding her life with the double lawyer still active. Being still at the house with the other red hands.

"Trixie." Curiosity had his hand over her face, "Don't make that expression." She eased and felt her jaw clicked back.

"Mmm, why am I angry with them? I guess that's something I find out." She rolled shoulder, "Right, I will be transferring my stable condition over to that living life and stirring things." She opened eyes properly with gaze to the few monarchs still here, "Admittedly the red hands are also facing difficulties with this second human world. Finding their counterpart selves and making do with the human laws this is make issue of. Given there was a murder case in on tome but the not murderer convinced because this tome. These aren't the only mix ups. Some the sensitive human families such as the Darkwoods and Gladers. Shamanic bloodlines... they having abnormalities of magic casting due to the encounter of this other tomes second human world energy. That's become such a hassle of human direct ascendancy of the throne."

"How does a snake hide in a nest of birds?" Asked on a whim.

"Wearing camouflage and learning the lingo." She replies smoothly, "how else does a mimic among dolls share this pond?" She tilts in flexing a very broken manner, "You do what you have to if it means walking the abyss with some shred of soul about you." She rolled joints back in place, "wolf in sheep's clothing always slips up when his about to take his prey. Where I idle from the hedge pondering to scavenging the leftovers. Be it the farmer taking fur trophies or the sheeps wool clung on grass." She is pulled up to walk out of here, guided with always a hand at her shoulder to lead her along the mazed corridors. She indeed felt the conversations unfinished there but per always that's how it has always been for spirit folks. Prolonged interruptions.

"This outfit." She has these clothes magic casted to be woven onto her, every ribbon and button embedded. She didn't mind that they are in his private bedroom of the flat, his dressed her first. The coffin is a private gate time crossing, upon laying in this one - you return to the manor of human survivalist. In another's it would be differing time periods that he has personal history attached, accessing accidental time stuck reveals.

Given his focused on her, she has shadow slipped his outfit on him. She adjusted his collar about when he puts one the sealing cursed heirloom masks on her face. It has been edited with more bindings and weakened her to an average human spirit. Blind but with only damned sight of shadows being her only sense. Limited to this realm and her books. While under this mask, he has complete hold of her every move. Additionally was his slip of clothus cloak around her shoulders. She returned the same, her own clothus material shaped as a scarf. It made him very British, that long sleeve causal wear in elements of grey tweed. He was dressed as a teacher.