She sits at the floor very engrossed with repairs to the tome. The party of lads have recovered enough but all are stuck here. The longer she stuck to meddle, Matthew refused to leave her. They were stuck here. Each new line of soul names was altered, aspects of this kingdom reverted. It was impossible to escape with the chaotic nature of soild time walls them in. While corridor segments turned crystal, tinted shades and then are thawed back to aliving kingdom. The gate they came from shines a new and the marvel tints all shades.
One the last claw dip, she stood up; surrounded by damned versions of undertakers. All staring in pleading to make things right. They broke apart for someone among; carrying the remains of the crown. Kneeling at present to her. She takes it with care. They backed away, faded as part of the history to these walls. Left them who just got here. Matthew himself seemed to gained back a lot while this realm settles again.
"Hey!" He rushed and grapples her arm, "What did you do?" She smiles, puts the repaired crown on his head and smoothly places the undertakers current realm tome to his hands. He sharp stares about the book and the history. He felt the bindings. He jolts towards Omens but he didn't hear Omens. She knows and hears the crown speaking to him. She says nothing to interrupt this conversation. She smoothly is the one guiding him through the realm, no short cuts. She stares of the party behind following them. She got them to the beloved hall of art. The ruins of her threat warning art installation is melted crumble alone the floor. Clean original mosaic tiles details the past monarchs this crown cherished. Morals of accomplished feats this crest made for the gods. There seated at the wood throne is the empty vessel of Curiosity; an old body with no soul threads. Clasp hands is diaries and his feet are several chronicles. At the back of this throne is a caged vessel of Leana herself. A past her that was his parnter.
"I kept breaking things unintentionally." She shurgs in voicing why she was in a cage. It was a slip of tongue since all heard but not the context that Matthew can. He steps looking at his old body, the worn hands and repaired uniform. He began with taking a seat reading through all these documents. Starting at the dairy in the clay hands. He would take pause, flip through a chronicle book read and go back to the dairy. He sighed how messy things where back then. How it wasn't all her fault but rather made worse by her ignorance. He reads up to the torn pages. He frowns.
"If you want to read them, it's up to you. What is done is done. It no longer matters." She reached into the cage and out with an file. She removed all the cursed and preventing measure. She almost offered to him but held back last moment, "Finish that." She said and he sighed. Got back to the chronicles and dairy. She collected her gear from this corspe. The old family broach that significance to appoint humans to crests of undertakers. She retrieved the god seal box thag the clothus poured her soul into. She finds the corpse remains of Twilight, the shrouding of humans last day of earth. It seems other god eaters and crimson souls came here to sleep. Bridges to other universes have collapsed gates into this space. Coffins hidden in the mosaic embedded in the walls. This place had history before being the dragonfly kingdom. She even found Sean's magic traces here: back when he was a human of a stone souls origin. Whom was in love with Twilight; another crimson soul lost of home. Where Matthew was reading recent history; she finds history behind and lost to records. She ponders as she plays with a hidden coffin, accidentally it opening and the several lifetimes of a soul spills out. She inspected each creature body this soul. She quickly cleans it all back, sealed it perfect as it was.
"So. What, exactly, is this place?" Others have been making there own inspections and collecting materials for use. Philip voice travels slow but captures how everyone felt.
"A fragment that lost connection to where it belonged. It is the knot that joint several marvelous souls together. It became a tomb. Then a undertakers kingdom. From there as a kingdom it had rises and falls. It crashed by several factors." She started and poses to Matthew. They all drawer back to the throne where Matthew sits at the feet peeling the books through. He would stances pace and back to sitting. Many emotions that spray and wavered. It pumped energy about this world that been missing a long time.
"The dragonfly kingdom was one of several that grow to protect humans from time fractures. Until something beyond the undertakers abilities to prevent happened. Clothus did dirty things further and soon humans enslaved by clothus were being carted by the dragonflies. Corruption spread and came to breaking point. It all melted into a war. That war ended by an empress that overruled them. When the empire broke into segments, this place collapsed and was invaded by not undertakers. It's just a shell waiting for someone to pick up pieces and move on."
"They were you." Daniel figures out, "He wasn't a king." She shook of this.
"He never wanted to be. He always aided those that held the power, never wanted to take for himself. For a while, he didn't know the crown itself had it own chooses but supported that he stayed an aide. Even to the last say." She managed to open the cage her body was in and make use of more things she didn't reach before. The materials prevented her seeping as a shadow through the bars. It was likely why this version had the soul leave.
"But it wasn't the parasites broke the kingdom. It was having to rely on other kingdoms and having not enough foundations to stabilize as lone standing." He frowns at the text before him, "The last straw was the corruption by human interference. Although it was human insight that carried this kingdom longer then past others with parasites invasions." He closes the dairy with deep understanding. Book back at the clay doll feet. Dairy to his beast inner pocket. He turned sharp and rises a hand, a moral tile surface flexed and revealing a passage.
The others go inspecting it as Matthew returned to his self control. Looking at his hands concerned.
"It has been a while." She bows softly at him but knew that she meant the crown, "See keeping us two as the last meant we come back. In thanks to that, you have potential for others." She stares about the folks involved with poking the private monarchs arms closet. The lads each a dagger replacing the god eater tooth that was more dangerous. These weapon do a good enough job but wouldn't send a god insane. In turn each of the group were snatched by lady summons - accomplished the goals and back to the events they needed. She picked up the god eater dagger and puts it to the armory. She steps out and it seals behind. She back to her cage spot, inspecting remains and gathering potential goods for sale or use in spell craft. She has to consider that her creatures love her so that she is now a spell component to attract them.
"We have bounced back from this little. In fact, this is more than I thought it be." Matthew jolts shocked he spoke involuntarily, "Can I buy needs for the merchant like yourself? No soul exchange or anything insulting." She snickered at that.
"We are allies in treaty." She shakes at that with gentle hand. She brushed his face with being able to make it close, and the creature of the crown eased contorl more. He pulled her back in return, hugging from behind with resting his chin to her shoulder. He seems in deep conversation between the crown and Omens, being an intermediary. She leans her head to his with enjoying this comforting company. It's not everyday she give closeness and safety. She learnt to treasure small moments like this given they are far and few. He scoops her up and sits at the throne, aligned with the clay shell. She imprisoned at his arms, seated on the floor.
"My lady." Pulled up from her storage, "Repairs are available." Meaning they were hungry for something sourced here. She held with debating this in her mind and tilts with looking to Matthew for his say. He didn't notice or hear. She turns back to looking.
"Repair without a trace. Don't bring back those that aren't here. Make any machines workable but do not leave them on without operators working them. Don't eat to much, over tearing means no later harvesting." It grins with joy. It leans head down in prostration, kissing the floor. It zips with many disappeared off. She huffed and hugs waiting.
"We are going back." She scooped upwards and seated to his lap, "We are going back. Back to the days of ingorant bliss." She shook not sure but with divine influence and the history of undertaker backing. The two souls are undoing the piles of chronicles. Each book at a time, her body altering to each situation of lifetimes at a time. The kingdom crystal fractures glitch and tinted. The dreams swept and drifted breaking parts. This corridor of sigil path pulled into collapse. These two souls shot out to the human world and loose each other.
"What were you saying?" Her lace gloved hands held the undertakers duty list. For them, it's full of empty spaces; where the damned versions of nicknames are written. No space is without notation. She had her left hand brush reading the injuried soul among them. She felt a sense of this souls pain and place. She lifted away from the names, softly closing the book and she used her right hand to feel her face. Wearing the clay eyeless mask. She takes a breather and looking at each being.
"Trixie, you mustn't interrupt our guests." Her grandfather stirring the her small body away. Back to the smaller guest room. She has only really a laspe of this few seconds in being dazed in why she's back to being young and the context. She stares at how her brother is using the guest room TV to watch a channel he shouldn't with some imp whispering the meaning of new curse words to him. She looked from him to the imp a few times. Then to the runic hidden locked walls and the armory that grandfather hides his association to the red hand clan. She turns facing the door closing with an devil puppet a human. He froze up as she staring dead in the eyes. He widened it briefly enough to see her aunt and grandma in the kichtens bewitched trance state with pairs of undertakers. She steps up takes the door and closed it. The devil held man staring questioningly of her actions.
She sees the air turn as fabric, rip and bind over eyes. In habit, she shelters her sight from being tangled. Taking the ribbon and tied it around her arm instead. She noticed she does this often with other ribbon sight blockers. She then understood her problems. Thread of fate has unraveling right until now. It's here that things are new and unstable. She sits at the bed thinking about that duty nicknames tome. Her brother can't see hardly at all with all those wraps; however they are not aligned properly which is letting some sight escape.
She stares deeply at him and his weirded out. Soon hitting her for being strange. She accepted the play hit without a whine or moan. No telling mom or the other reaction a little girl takes. Just a blank soft smile that pretending everything is OK. He frowns like that was not like her, shuffling to stay away from this stranger pretending to be her. She does sort of pout, rub where he hit her as it was slightly to strong for kid to handle and tries not to be sad about it.
Both kids notice the door of the room open slightly on its own, well that demon without a human puppet this has came back. The demon studies both kids and easily took her brother as the next body. When sycnonize together, he got up and looked around confused. He looked at spots trying to figure out the hidden stashed goodies for evidence. She blankly stares at him for being strange now. A thought must have crossed both kids and together they left the room. She looked back with glaring at others of spirit type in there failing to find grandfather's stash. Given she closed the door, a little smirk crossed her lips. She tugs at him to stay right here and watch her. He stares as she softly gave prayer. It worked as he jolted confused and opens it quickly. She smirks proud of herself, clearing away uninvited guests. He frowns having to accept she cause the demon's mission to fail, hoping having the kids out the way was easier.
"What are you two doing?" Her aunt hissing by for a loo break.
"The shadow people were annoying us." She said causally.
"There is no such thing." Her aunt proving herself opens the door, froze on spot and close it, "there is not such thing." She swears in trying convince herself more and stares sharp at the kids. Brother took this as a sign to go outside.
Holding little hand, past the living room guest party and into the backyard. Uncle at the outdoor grill, tong clamping rib rack. He looked confused of the kids and just shrugs. Brother got off her and goes to sulk at some side yard spot. She looked around at the hidden around these parts.
"Hey you." She heard whispering at the bush covered hidden side of the house. She glares doubtful but stands at the edge. She looked for a human world reason and then to the spirit inviting her. She uses her clay mask to shape alter and carve a new grin over its surface. This put the unknown being at unease, "I need sand." It uses trade gestures but no soul exchanges allowed. She returned the hand gestures naturally as it came to her. She removed a small set amount from shadow, tossed it over and it tossed a god domain currency coin. It clearly left and she focuses with the frog on a branch. Her uncle stepping up behind.
"Tree frog." She pointed out.
"It is." He voiced impressed she knew, "Best not play where the snakes are."
"OK." She wipes the mask blank as it should be when turning away, "The food smells amazing. That Jack Daniel sauce is really zing." Back to the cooking grill, "The drunk chicken isn't ready yet." He nods agreeing with foil wrapping the chicken back up, "Can't be ill with all the important stuff going to happen soon." She innocently says.
"You still having trouble reading?"
"It just takes longer to grasp. They haven't the patience to let me." She shurgs, "If I wasn't so slow, I would have changed grades three levels. Maybe that's being to hopeful." She sighed, "Are you going to be ok when we move out?" He freezes up confused, "I know that brother and myself are going to that fancy private program over summer. Then a place in the school boarding. He doesn't want to go, but does." She tip toes takes the tongs and moved a few bits. She gave them back and he nods approval of the smart cooking moves. He gave a long time thinking it over and once he had an answer. Her brother stomped past and went inside the house. She shrugs with uncle over the whole bit.
"He didn't know about the summer camp." Patting her head.
"I wonder if there be dragonflies on the river." He smiles and waved that she go in. Gesturing about table. She went in and already a fuss between aunt and brother about the camp began. She works around them to set the table. She moved the cat about to be stamped on from harm. She pets them and let's them soft to a safer space. He slams the guest bedroom and aunt in the kitchen. Drama over for now, left to stew apart. She makes last tableware placements and picked up the cat again, stopping the cat from moving the neatly placed table setting.
The foods making rounds the table, aunt impressed with neatness but glaring of the lacking clean hands. Putting cat away to the back of sofa and using the bathroom first. She noticed not being alone once more. She rolled eyes, locked the door behind her. Climbs the sink for the medicine behind the mirror cabinet. She pours the needed salts into the tub for the injured guy. She climbs putting stuff back. Flashed the toilet to cover her tracks and washed hands again. Unlocked the bathroom to her aunt sighing. Going in after to use the loo too.
"Miss Trixie." She pulled by her mother to the living coffee table. Sits to the sofa, instant cat to lap which wanted scratches. Her mom sighed of that being abnormal and unwelcomed sign things.
"How did you read that book on the table?" Her grandfather asking softly.
"You dont read with your eyes. It's a dangerous thing. Never with a book you dont know the source of origin from." She pets the cat warmly, "Normally it's up to the book if it wishes access allowance." She satisfies the cat and it hops off. She hears it hop the dinner table and silverware clatters.
Grandmother getting cat off table. More silverware being cluttered distractingly. She stares as time warps, her body changes but the years of sitting at this sofa being asked about the tome. It became part of the Saturday ritual to ask her feeling about the undertakers duty nickname tome. She about in her tweens, everyone around her has aged too. Summer camp came and gone. Freedom to visit the weekends at grandfather house.
"What can you tell about this book?" A new tome, not the undertakers duty tome. It is a human names record. They expected her to reach for it in habit of how she did for every Saturday they brought the duties book.
Today she hovered her hand and it opens itself to the page inquiry is being made for. Without touching by human skin and not using her human sight to stare over it. She softly and cautious checks over each of these souls. She finds old freinds, plenty pen pals and several hunters who worked under her. This chapter is everyone whom had business in her previous lives and each a repaired soul she saved. She smirks in how her soul reminds her mentally of each of these previous folks. She closed her hand and this closes the tome. With the back of her hand, she softly reads the chapter title of this tome. 'Souls touched by the abyss'. She then frowns pondering. Flexed her hand back open and navigating the whole tome through. Indeed... not there. All those she met but not herself? What gives? Closed hand means closed book. It may mean she listed else where or unaccounted for now. I didnt check the author of the tome or the keepers page. To late to look now.
"A fitting title with all these names accurately placed. I suspect this list should be higher or more. Must have a twin tome or a mirror." She crossed her arms, "Does finding out of place names concern you this deeply? The placement is there for good reasoning. These poor guys been through so much." She directed stare at the monarch of Dragonfly and softly slide to the crown creature briefly. She did look back to the undertaker that clearly is blind to his crown true shape.
"Title?" He turns to his aide with telepathic conversation and back to her. She slides between creature and host often but always stare to the host when met gaze, "What are you looking at really?" She just smiles with uncrossing her arms. Her hand over the tome for another go, this time she allows something to coat over the surface. It opens with inverted colouring changes. She smoothed the shadow touch. She never stares at the book while inspecting it. Not with her human eyes. Yet it is likely just now the crown hissed to the host in realizing her hidden nature. He stood up with fear - feeling from the crowns emotions. She closed hand, the tome closed and soft retracted away. The colouring back normal.
"Interesting that a few names aren't here. Maybe they aren't here." She hummed, "Why isn't that name here either... unless there a classing alter. Or is it a rule that the living can't see their true names." This pondering got no where and they all backed off but her human family.
"Monarch of the god eater crest. Who knew you hide among humans in the flesh?" The creature took over his host and seated them back down calmly, "If you had said, I wouldn't have bothering you so often."
"Be at ease. It's nothing wrong with long time friends having passive work conversations. The company is appreciated. It's never a wasted moment." She plasters the business smile and back to folded regal posture, "I consider this a sort of between things. I am having a good time with merchandise and services then being a public appearance. I dont even write to most pen pals as I did. Avoiding death and dying has been the most beautiful."
The host is back in contorl with being very cut up in his mental thoughts. He took back the tome. He really looked at her about all her features that he sees of her surface. In turning away to speak, she counted how many blinds and tied material that prevents those undertaker. He turned back looked at her, goes to say something and closed up.
"My host is such a newbie. He was going to enforce you under authority but is realizing he can't. He fears you attacking but we know your not part of undertakers games." His crown continues speaking and she snorts of being her reply.
"No one hires me for much these days. I prefer to keep it that way. None of my previous work matters, and none of the repairs made have changed in ways that affect. The only thing that I can see is that there is a determined fate at work, and puppet or not. You are sinking fast. It isn't anyone fault." She sees how aged the crown is and how it knew she was right. He stares of his puppets in pleading, "Its lovely that you care about your undertakers. Plenty of them have further a field to run." She flexed her hand and slams the duty tome of nicknames, "Fine. You gave me peace once. I will return the favour." She alters the tome to bathed under her command and reading configuration. She pulled those tome to be part her, tattooing names and marking over her. It soon sinks and faded hidden. The crown sighed at peace but the undertakers looked at each other confused.
"You should continue as you are. But you will have to come back to me when things become dire and there isn't wisdom leading you." They got up and leave, taking the tome they brought today. They feel the unease and change of air about her.
The access to the duty tome was prompt quickly on a window no human can see. She sets basic access rules; you can not change the name written but you can change where it's located. You can exchange nicknames as always. New ones can be added and only under soul agreement will a nickname be removed. Those not recognized as keepers or the locals will be subjected to tome defense. Unwelcomed or rule breakers will be devoured.
The crowd leaves and she back to strange scrutiny by her close family. They been trying to force her as a red hand member. But it is only Saturdays here that she shows any talent of supernatural awareness. She sheilds her smarts and her sight. She just a quiet but mature background person in mundane situations acting a normal enough life. She watches the tomes from shadow as the fall of that crest turns cold.