The lid slides open. Time has long passed and there wasn't a sense of scale for how long its been since.
'Flesh' drops in. The lid closes, with a little bit of creak.
Her shape as a human and this broken doll shape that has been coffin locked a long time is merged one. Just as it does for Raven merging himself as this coffin locked Curiosity and their shared title of Ender. Both of them are part Clothus too. She lets mental spiritual centre consolidate in an active body. While Raven is having all the emotions and is experiencing this a first time, being infused with the same god eater strains as she has. He hasn't been in full panic due to being used to undertaker converting many times before, even then this feels different. Only flinching if his body bothers him. Both of them, yet more her is bubbling. Parts of each other fizzing, mix and then divide separately once more. They maybe sharing coffin space, but they aren't conjoined at the hips.
Liquids are added in, likely from outside sources. The liquid soup that holds around them is being poured in from the partly open lid at their heads. Tonics of Sigil walkers, several springs wrap herbs of healing and holy water from god domains. A whole splash of some soot clay mineralizing waters from this unknown kingdom source pond.
She finds materials fizzing around her guts as rejected parts are removed. Particularly the soul stones from the tomes, the metal trimmings of the tome bindings and locks, and most ink materials. This is dropped out of her stomach. It seems the tomes she made from as a grimoire hasn't been left behind this process.
"Our Lady Marionette, a word was sent from the Clothus slave pit. Someone claims to be under you protection." She heard muffled as one the servants pouring in the liquids was reporting to her.
"Bring the undertaker soul here. Use a disc to fetch them." She softly spoke and plenty drop to bowing in hearing her instructions. Scamper in a scramble to do the order as fast as possible. The recent version of Pride is brought to this unknown undertakers kingdoms ground. They will be another human soon made to puppet. Her more sane servants step close enough waiting for her to exit. All of them have stuff she needs gaze on.
"Stay." He pleads her and she pats his cheek softly, meeting eyes. He holds her hand. He shivers. There a deep internal cold from him that she is starting to feel herself. She clasps his hand back with making him focus on her.
"I have a kingdom about to collapse around us. Several markets to clean up and Clothus to poach. Why not you come with me?" She offers instead, he debated that, "I will not leave your side that way." He is bothered but he knows its the only way to stay. She pulled the built bond of soul governance to chain them together, made of all those lifetimes and promises. Locking hands from being able to use her claws. Tied in a vow.
She emerged out first and it is her monstrous tall height that creeps above her servants. Free to be her soul shape without prejudice. The lacking lifetimes of humanity painted deep scars over her current shape. She reaches through the coffin, clawed hand being so soft and gingery to hold him fragile. She held him in her right hand like some worry doll. Cradling him close.
She took in her surroundings and instinctive sense to know where she needs to go. She holds him while crossing out from the sleeping undertaker coffins department. He was more then happy with his lacking formed legs for her to carry him. He was a little better actually being outside the darkness of the coffin.
Pulling awkwardly out of the top floor crystal stop gate, without bothering to unlock it open. She sees the standing guarding men shivering from her broken shape, buckled to the floor in stumming soul threads of fear. She sees the casts sight about their uniform. She slides sight over the this lands layout. She pulled to the central corridor, standing admiring the merge of crest kingdoms.
The gate open to area of human world. She knew that Ocean view university ground that was converted into part flea market. It is the vault bunker entry to underground new 'Daytona'. That human world is the empty tome they came from. The humans and all other souls are gone. Its just a decaying world of no civilisation souls left. There is a smaller gate, the breezes English air and stale stench of corpse. It hasn't evaded her eye that was her English house back that lifetime. A life during the radiation. As is there was a life as the abandoned one. The tomb stone shelter in back gardens.
She sees a larger gate disc with the lake that the mages found first. The lake is half drained from the land slide and the damage from her being a bird shape was still track there. She almost in mental note seen the echo of Hugin and Munnin seated at the disc. It is now undertakers trying to make sense of missing souls as they explore the open shore. Five of pairs in one team still making readings about the area in confused of unexplained factors these undertakers don't know. The lead of that team looking at hard spiking data and the list of known missing to disappear from there. Lady death and Sean silver stone soul being at the top of that list.
She continues walking the corridor, her eyes scale to the gallery of oil paintings to departments. This strange open grounds monarchy, none of her signature domain layout to be seen.
The next available canvas leads into documentary and forgery department. Her head slides around seeing several passport being made authenticity. The listed people the documents being made for, photos and living world data needed for the passport completion. She lets Raven in her hands see with her, as she checking on progress. Daniel, Philip and other enders - human world documents for where they belong in order to get by with exactly what excuses needed to live normal enough lives. She sees a factory workers contract being remade, the document proving Matthew was a factory worker in London's back streets, to earn money for his sisters schooling. Complete with Victorian wax seal stamp and a business words of promise. Being wafted to cool down. She pulled both of them to move to the next painting frame of whatever department was next.
She doesn't need to show him, it was the skins tanning room for materials. Enslaved demons whom crossed her are forced to skin work the skins of other demons. Raven still caught a glimpse of the meat processor work and the packaging it goes through. The meat market of Sigil, as she thought. Renounce as 'God eaters paradise'.
They pulled to her many desks department, where plenty of workers are court papering and sorting Sigil prompts. Most monitoring the grey between law happenings. She furthers into a meeting hall, a long table of many seated Enders or other important people. She steps over them all and puts herself at the throne seat looking down and putting Raven in her lap. No one needed to know she was there.
They all spoke about everything openly, no hiding anything. From a monarch being lost of his undertakers for being a weak man. A half crystal made host god being hissing about a cure to the turning into stone issue. Her assistant as death himself crossed arms in shaking dismay at another death god at his side. That is the missing true title death from Arthur's tome. The two very animated in their arguments. Morpheus jumps onto the table end, meeping and slamming his tendrils. Soon spat a string and howling at her about it. She carefully collected the string and Morpheus is pleased she plays with him. He paw pats the silvery thread. She winds this thread around her arm to keep this fate noted. He meerps pleased, taking off the moment anyone tries to look his direction.
"From the parasite Silver empire, the gate into the stone world and the clothus continues to hassle me in the courts again. It is as if I had never retired." She spoke over all these concerned voices and draw them silent. Not a face dares look at her directly, "I forsee a little fortnight trip in London and the underground city."
"The demonlord would appreciate your support of his business, the unlondon project that you used to spite your cult family needs your attention. And. If it isnt any trouble, the national gallery of outer world art needs your assistance with a found landscape."
Her pane Ai assistance and the contorl of darknet has several screens displayed of all the tracking information that need to matter to her. If given a closer look of this machine man, he is made himself. A body built by a machine, complexity of some way his mimics human anatomy. This was a man with a stone soul and slowly is being converted into full stone. He is missing is wife and flesh being sister. Ending up separated from his world and his laws. He has been the computing manager assistance of sigil and the links of Helix foundation. This universe and Leana knows him as the darknet born from crystal in the debate chamber of gods. But he had a confusing real name, Jackal. The nanotechnology keeper. He has evaded humans of other worlds in fear of his technology tampering the environments. In Leana's souls, she wants to take guess that in some souls path (once this transmute plague event is over), this is what becomes of Leana's Jackal. That this is the distant soul future of her brother after years of deaths services. But time is strange, this could be her brothers past life.
She caught glimpses of strangers, people that look at Raven for answers. Staring bewildered of why she is here and why is she seated on that throne. Why has a monster made itself more important then their leader. The longer she cares to study anyone that has no history with her or her deal. The more she is able to piece together that this isn't her lands. A lot of her people are just shared or being borrowed here. So a kingdom using her fame and experienced quality people.
"Dear Broken being, what has invited you to be here?" Posturing a loyal undertaker to this land, angry of her rude assumptions.
"Please don't harm the ignorance of the misled ones." Returns back her sensitive ender neighbour whom always sits rocking himself and has OCD needs. Rocking like always, today he is peeling a bit of cloth to thread, spools it at the table in front of him. At pause in lowering to beg for safety over those around them.
"I will only devoured folks in emergency. Be it to protect, repair or mistake of snap sanity." She pledged honestly and plenty that know her eased. She makes gestures of greetings. Keeping this meeting an exchange of only fancy words and not world ending knowledge. The room becomes a blur for her and Raven. Making it pointless to gain anything from anyone seated around them. To many misled events and plenty was a abstract of how her subconscious manifested as these beings all in constant meeting and looping conversation. She drew plenty enough from this space and stands not interrupting the rest. Leaving these folks to the business she trusted them to both. Her tendrils have stamped all the documents, plenty enough to smooth the turbulence of misguided crownless kingdoms. Pulling lost undertakers to the safety away from living realms, time rifts and that were simple displaced by divine ordered of gods. Sometimes a confused human lighting a candle will throw undertakers in unreasonable banished realms. Her monarch is this nerve centre of picking up lost ones. Its how she collects lost tome pages and learn lost languages.
She took a short cut to the soak up mineral waters, hand covered his eyes from anything unpleasant passing through. Softly dipping them both in for a little while. It is just them two, alone in the water. Her many lost bodies and those that discarded clay undetakers. The shells discarded by changed body undertakers or found shells. The empty lay here under the depth of the abyss murky waters of this core kingdom. The god eaters crest is more a graveyard for those that never return as undertakers again (in good or bad reasons).
"We need to go back." She hear him deep inside, by the bond that ties them. Her unfiltered being tilts to face to him, acknowledging his words to her.
"We will." She returns deeply in the same use, "Are you afraid of me now?" there a long time of him staring into her deeply, looking about the body she is. His hand softly tracing the lack of mask she is, hole in her torso and how strong these thin limbs are. How her soul threads wove in a mock pattern of a living beings system. She isn't a human, but she isn't without humanity. Her asking that, proves her fear of his dislike.
"I can't be afraid of someone who is their real self." He retracted back his hands, "You became this way. It was my fault."
"You should be more proud, you made me a better soul. In all the times we been apart, I heard you in my mind telling me what I needed. You're my moral compass. You may not of known the impacts at the time, but everything I learn from you kept me surviving." She softly clamps around him and raises up the surface. Putting him to the shore, "You learned from Omens, you gave me his teachings. We have Omens to thank for many things." She twirls Raven to look at the walls of this soak up. Incrusting with artwork of everything that she learn from the god title. Across many universes they walked or brushed. There is a iconic of omens somewhere. All these things she seen with her sight; made into art for everyone willing to gaze. Mix results too, some good and others deadly. The whole room spans. So many art mediums used too.
"Has he seen this?" Raven traces every part and all these beautiful twists. Shivering in shock, maybe even feeling his soul close to his lord. She sits at the pond edge and smirks. Letting the question linger, she only needed to look at the frame of a abnormal gateway opening itself here.
"I know you would steal him from me." Omens snapped, very quickly to hold ravens shoulders and cloth his follower. Shower the soul with blessings and feathers. Omens was ranting so deeply of his worries about Ravens soul that she stopped listening to the god. Turning away.
"Ease off. There is nothing bad about how she shelters you poor follower from your nasty demands. We have been watching a long time. We are deeply concerned for his safety from you, Twais." Hugin and Munnin each stand at her shoulder, making share glares. Stopping omens ranting. It is Hugin to step over and pry Omens away from Raven. To make his marks too, to shield this soul from insanity. Munnin leans eyeing the way Leana is, both eyeing the broken aspects of Omens coming through the art. A crowd of omens staring down upon the crazy soul. They all step aside for a old version of Matthew himself. A being removed from events, pulling here and soon the one taking this omens shoulder.
"Master Twias, it's about time you let go. I am Craven. He is the being who follows after me." The two match stare.
"It's time for you lost Clothus to return home. You that wanted to be a god. You played long enough. You can retire now." She speaks their language, "James Crafter will make his rounds to you two eventually. I hope you treat the human better this time. You can't have a repeat of Sean or Twilight. Both ex-slaves broken by your laws." She stares indifferent as they listen to her with fear, "Go... live the life you should. It's time to wake up. Time to live." that sharp turn.
Craven and Twais nods. They walk into the art. Left as sands, ash and leftover material. She waves and this pulls into the pond. Just materials of the lost back to be recycled. She waved her hand as many barrels, bodies and other lost pour into this clay pond. The others whom stood gaurd softly stare but withdrew back to their homes. Munnin nods and Hugin sighed in relief. She stands up and flexed back to a human enough shape, pulling from the conditions around her to being a porcelain doll. Flexing her mouth and softly the holes of her ears. The pond behind her travels and inks her body to colour. With a few steps, she was in flesh as a human. In her casting, her inventory drapes and clothes her naked. Hair shakes in her head, as the spell craft eased off.
The walls mark less. No god ghosts. Just them.
"London right?" She gave her hands forwards to him. He looked about in knowing this area better, looking how the pool is the abyss gate that he always lost her in. The whole place is the Dragonflies lost grounds, the chalk art that is a illusion wall through to the main disc exits of this realm.
"London." He takes both hands with his, holding her right hand from being used accidently. He didn't want to experience that confusing crap again. Looking back at a strange pond area with deeper fear then before.
"I wonder which one it will be this time. The German won the war. The radioactive world of magic technology. Vault mutant zombie DNA apocalypse. Or is it back a new again. We going back to Arthur? Kyle? Josh?" She sighed unsure and he shakes confused why she doesn't know.
"What are you doing with that traitor?" Pride make herself block them for gate crossing, which Mat stands backed off in being thrown seeing his Brother as a proper woman. The family features are all there.
"Did Dalton not inform the courts of my status?" Leana taking over and Pride sighed. Really Sassy with throwing up the crystal pane for sigil access. Does a long time of staring at the screen.
"This doesn't change anything for me." Pride pulling it away since she didn't understand it, "The fact that all the monsters are gone is your fault. You should fix that."
"Oh, yeah? I just bring the dead back to life. Break rules. And... become discarded out of space time." Leana snaps with harshly throwing her left finger into pride's shoulder joint. Pride hissed feeling that, "You have any ready bodies for a bunch of god eater souls to take over? You have the meat and materials to make them behave while your at it?" Pride backed off from noticing something off, "Yeah, They be back soon. In the human terms." Leana takes Ravens hand again, "Now if you excuse us, we are living humans."
Taking the current provided gateway. Raven looked back with deep shock and more confusion, "My sense of time is distortions. Nothing is straight line and now you tied to my ways. You also are stuck in this broken way. You going to love you notepads." She throws his old slate crystal of backed up notes as an undertaker to him, "I have been managing your indentities with my own. So we always have ID or anything stupidly needed in a time events. Ok?" He nods. They cross into the Mage tower.
"Thank the gods." Kyle in his older age, a proper adults, "Thank Omens that he sent you two. I was about to..." He sighed annoyed and poses about the corpses everywhere, "Someone made the earth's atmosphere so thin, we had to use magic and science to create bubble cities. There's no one really alive. I can't seem to access the afterlife either." Leana nods getting it but Raven is completely thrown. He stood froze on the spot.
"I take that the black hole experiment was a success." She sighs, "I warned them. Well, anyway. When we go to Unlondon, we make sure to say so." Kyle stares deeply at her, "The earth will regenerate its magnetic field in the next century. In that while, because no one is manning them... the power stations of nuclear energy is about to bust across the world. Mutant Zombies will be real." She pats Kyles shoulder, "But humanity will find a way. Life goes on. You shouldn't bother. Its not time for this planet to collapse. I promise." She takes the tome off him and shakes it colour and returns it back, "Congrats on the Brat." He sees the open page to his family tree, turned bright red, "You haven't named it yet. But I am sure you think of something." The tome disappears back to hidden and he sits on the floor taking a deeper impact on the news.
"Sheesh Kyle, easy. You better get back to the underground." Pulling him back up, "Be a proper father and bring home some cake or whatever." He nods and there life about his eyes. A big grin and he hugs her. He soon hugs Raven too. He pulled them together and used that space fold magic. The one she recalls he used to move her from the ambulance. Watching how magic weaves a box that is swapped with a matching box else where. The weave breaks apart and everyone around them stands ready to defend themselves. Several enders in truce ready to surivive.
"I am having a Baby!" Kyle exclaims way to over joyed for the situation, "I am going to be Dad!" He didn't care about weapons and rushed right up to his lady. Soon sobbing in her arms. several sighed and put weapons back.
"Oh I would keep something to hand." Leana pointing at those to easy to put away their survival, "I can smell them on the otherside of that vault door. You lot need another shelter fast. This place is going to be cleaned by the death gods madness." Everyone takes no bother in wondering if that was true or not.
Doesn't care who she is and if she was a home wrecker. All hands on deck to getting equipment and supplies from this vault. Taking hands, sharing the chant and energy spent to swap boxed air. She doesn't bother making anything worse. Raven got himself very stuck into the moment, helping and even chanting. She wasn't in the least surprised to find herself in the vault in Florida. She tome checked this place on arrival. She tome checked the place they left. She eye rolls seeing how pissed Death is with being cheated by the Fallown's dream cult... and that the Seers murdered Death's beloved. She sees the wipe out of all life in the UK. The collapse of shut gateways will let the fleeing souls of the other living worlds into the swamped death. She hums in seeing the connections. Seeing the way these collapsed tomes are becoming one world. The underwater bubble cities have populations now.
"You're going no-where." Raven suddenly grappled around her and she pouted confused by the suddenness. It was only when she noticed her body state and what actually is going on. How time glitch matches them into the rhythm. She remembers this life.
"It's fine, I am tied to you no matter what. I am your nightmare." She play pinched his nose and he sees in grasp of current events. He collapsed the floor from the headache and pain of this knowledge forcing itself in his brains. Nose bleeding. She hugs him sitting up and tilts him to not choke in his blood. Has a clean pocket tissue to mop up. She pets his head as he soon sleeping, his mental world playing catch up.
"Hey freak, you better not be hurt that man." She wafted dismissive of this.
"I am protecting him, not hurting him. The idiot over spent on magic and divine energy. He is having to recoup on the floor now. Nose bleed like a sick lover." She taunts and plenty eye roll.
Got him up and on a stretcher. She follows up to a point, seated waiting outside his room. Let him get a hold of himself. She sits as a tween age she is this moment, swinging legs and half damned. Her mask taking walkies around the hospital in repairing it or eating the negative energy. Her human side is handing trading prompts with float sigil panes. Pulling items, pushing items out of panes for beings on the other end and taking her due payments.
"You're a walking corpse." She sighed with hearing this fallen from grace. She closed the pane as the angelic figure it taking his belt off. The angel flicked it and ts was now the standard issue broad sword by angelic military forces. There are other excessive metal hung weapons about this guy. The thing she notices was the lack of wings, clean cut and her handy work. She stares into the menace eyes, the soul swapped one. Frothing in madness a step at a time.