In the guise of several lies, fleed mages are being taken in with arms tied back. Many during the island revolt, many lives have risked the ocean's warth or other danger methods. Most refugees had help by gods, groups had a god followers aid among them that succeeded surviving travel. There dirty answer is the recapture of those that are under prosecution, trying to not allow the not mage world from intervention of the old world laws. In order to preserve there being a public left, there is a choose of being stripped of magic abilities or beheaded. Ages under 18 are told nothing, excluded from stripped abilities but are instead going to be reformed and mind washed in a educational project. To make the new generation easier for the royal family to puppet as they please.
The Mage Association Cooperative was just spies for other parts of the world. Now they are being ordered to execute the citizens whom broke the rules; persecuted for fleeing the homeland. This company has three leading voices;
the noble mages that are stuck up for old rules, the mages born outside the island that feel this is barbaric for modren sense and the generation that was witness to the horror which are afriad if both sides. Those know the island, seen the blood filled streets and smell of the decay. The mage nobles want to pamper and be loved by royals, wishing to be given better then the rats of the streets. These internal factions have been further divided with the damned under Darkwood conditional rules and the hidden agents as the Undertakers (who make things no worse or better).
The nobleman are ignoring the company wishes and are directly slaughtering any young mages in order to hope to slain the fleed prince and his Servant. Eliza has sent her creatures to prevent the loss of life. Preventing over powered magic from being released in non magic lands. So no hard the nobles and turn coat cultists will try to ritual sacrifice the kids, her god eaters will eat the energy from being used on fragile human souls. If Eliza isn't helping with medical care treatments of the critically ill mages, she is pretending to be Raven in his company duties. Raven is meant to be the king advisor and has big roles in the Association as he would as the mage islands man. But his has been disappearing in strange places across England. She has Huginn to inform her of Muninns will.
She finds her human life, the one she left behind in this space time, to been an average mage one. It has been 4 months since she got separated by life events from Raven and it been 6 months since she last seen Ravenswood. She lives nearly so human that you wouldn't know she wasn't one inside her body. She is simply a background papers pusher in the mage complex, handling medical cases and any medical deaths are stamped witness by her. She was medical care when the kids kept showing up in body bags then alive in a medical ward, she hoped to save them but she is cursed to not interven of to many soul fate threads.
She already has enough ties with the disbursed Enders, undertaker kingdoms and back roll of Nocturm. Try as she does to save more, the less are making it. On the bad days, she isn't human - just getting on as a listless blank face in the crowd. On the better days, she turly is a human that makes those around her safe and comfortable. There is that force that keeps her from meeting key souls that mean anything with those enders. She heard of them but she can only paperwork shuffle. She can't help but feel her hands are cursed, every human seems to have a short life or suffers some curse. She gets to the point where she avoided poeple that mattered, completely skirting away from the Ender. All she can do is to watch at the side line, waiting for her Raven... her Matthew to fetch her. But she has been feel his soul less and less.
The vow ring that is embedded into them has slowly changes. Slowly it surfaces back to a normal looking ring. Each new day, the twin ravens are sound less of god but more of bird. Although she can see the hidden and abnormalities, this is just simple a normal for her. She regress to acting like she can't hear or see the dream folks. But when it matters, she still makes some actions. She still at her sleeping hours dream watching the souls that are her care in her tome. Just because she feels it tug, she also checks adjacent tomes at her reach. Occasionally nosing at the clothus tome or the other race being she has abyss watch over.
"Miss Fallown, are you ok?" The little lady has been in and out with cancer treatments since her and the family fleed the mage island. They used the excuse of the revolt to find life saving treatments for this daughter. This girl is close to both Daniel and Philip. She also ties to the death of Taz. Now, Taz is a backstreet kid what was tainted into a mage.
A case of a normal person becoming a mage because he was attacked with mage magic. A gang street wise kid that was in the wrong place. Taz has the same foster home swap history and similar filed problems as Philip has on his recoreds under deletion. Taz has a bad fate ahead, his name is anchored, no god can alter that. Only the enders that are in truce have came to arrangements. It is the final take of these five enders have poached these children.
"I am ok, Taylor. It's just heart worries. My fella has gone chasing orders and ghosts. He is the man of cloth and is loved by his lord. I am just the after shadow, just at arms reach to caught him when things go bad. As much that man loves his faith, there much I see that he doesn't. I would never step on his pride or break the immersion." Tucking her sick child with the blankets and leans checks the IV treatment drips. Trixie sits down with holding her ring hand tightly in afterthought. Just giving a soft smile of concern back to her patient, "I know your in pain today but it just means the medicine is attacking the thing trying to kill you." Taylor nods with that being explained better then the not mage doctors way of saying. Taylor looking deeply of Eliza and looked about the ring on Eliza's hand.
"You really love him." Eliza snorts and nods agreeing, "How did you met?"
"It a long complex story. It breaks your understanding of how things are." Eliza huffed, "You're not cursed sight like me. Your mostly a normal person with some magic. Your from a long family of magic users. High end of Nobility. But in comparison, your just another human among humans." Taylor frowns of such an unease phrasing and not saying the story, "I know that look. I know how I said what I said. Spiritually speaking, I am not who I am on the outside. I used to be her. I used to be afraid. I didn't know the rules. I cling to my hero because he saved me and he was saving me from things. Now it's all over, I am saved. I am safe. I know the rules. I still love him but his on a journey to save more." Eliza pats Taylor's shoulder softly, "You got a prom dress?"
"They said I will not make it." Taylor shook. Eliza studies the dreamers that fortune this little lady. She can read something soon but after is ok. Eliza stares right at Taylor's face with a confidence that defying logic.
"You have good and scary freinds. Someone will make sure you get prom." Eliza nod very confident, "Defy the gods and humans. It cost a lot but it's worth it. I promise." She play tease by pinch the face, "That lunk of street smarts will carry you if your legs stop." Taylor is bright red at the thought of being princess bridal carried by her Boyfriend. Eliza lifted the tape measure from a pocket, "Get your maid or mom to help."
Eliza got up long before a door knocked. Eliza shuffled and looked as any professional nurse does. She checked for pests with her shadow sense and let's the parents in as they about turn the door handle. She let's the worried family through. And the boyfriend. She gives the lad a size up and down as he stares right back of her. Taz is your typical street gang lad of sneakers and hoodie. Eliza struggled to see such a kid scrub up. But that judgement is let aside as Taylor announced she wanted a wedding dress for her prom. Likely taking inspiration from Eliza's ring. Eliza smirks to that and closes the room door softly.
"Mistress." She snap stares to her kneeling mimic human figure, "He left this universe. His soul isn't here." She looked away and uses her heart to trace his name in the tome. It's right Raven isn't here. His all at the clothus turned worlds. She then traces souls that are close to him, from his undertaker sister to the slaves he will have as a clothus. Based in the current positions, his a full conversion clothus in the crystal realms.
"Is there something the matter?" She opened eyes to stare on a blood smelling man. She stares deeply into his eyes and the way the sinner chains link to her ring. She sees two dead hung bird vessels at this man's hip. Madness in those eyes, "You can see huh." Watched her eyes detailing and her stiff torso. It was quiet instant for her to flip switch from lovely mock nurse to a nightmare befitting her label.
A soon blank dull stare into the man's eyes in weighing his soul. She smirks even of his soul noises and draw a lifeless forwards at the man.
"But you let the souls leave your reach. You are a fool. When I kill, I make sure not even a soul leaves my claws." She inhuman tone brushed deep in the man's chest. Her human lips didn't move at inch, but she does just smile at the man like nothing is the matter and soon shifted to a mock nurse tone, "Well good afternoon Mr Darkwood. Sir Mark must be so dirty from such a hunt. You would happen to seen the prince on your way past?" She smiles broadly exaggerated and plenty of volume to be a human level of shouting loud. She know this told them at the room she blocked to flee. She senses magic use and breeze of the door. Those mages will live another day now, "Oh I am so sorry. How rude of me? Aren't you the acting king? Allow me to bow." She incorrectly bows and didn't wait for command to stand. She used shadow to steal from his pockets and with plastering broken smile, she uncovered the dagger he hid. She licked the dagger edges, a god slayers poison and this act is applying the neutralising antidote. He lunged to take back things he know she just stole and struggled at her hands as she using mimic brute human strength. Tieing into a tug of war with the god slayers knife. He stabbed her through with the kinfes pointed at her disadvantage and he won taking it back.
Leaving her 'dead' at the floor. He thinks it was over in how she slumps easy from the stab as it was for slaying the other inhuman god follower and the birds of his company. He checked the empty room she was gaurding with a grumble of missing out on some blood. He gave her a kick on the way past in frustration and was slaying the next available person that wasn't his puppet.
The smell of blood prevails in these medical corridors, giving way to being a sickly veil. The lacking souls around here. She knew then to get off the floor. She makes do with tightening her core with extra cloth and wraps. She spies ahead a while for anyone watching and carefully she leaves this area. Crossing the boundaries into the back rooms, on purpose to being lost off record. This space between corridors is still the living realms but it is not the time zone she left from. She gets lost here, no wanting to find an exit on purpose and not interested in playing hunt with the gaurdian of the back rooms.
And yet, she is welcomed among this community of black body wavers. The craties who block all ways but the way free. She finds the 'longer' among, the more among she is. Skin darkened to match the lacking self identities. She finds herself at paving the way for Daniel escape of the island and the god trials the two lads did for reknitting their soul back together. She was soon just a summoning creature that took corpses in payment for mundane living exchanges. She snatched Daniel often from dangerous situation. Faceless as a black figure that hurt and waited in the darkness. She was the background witness of where those souls are taken when the tome divides into five. Eliza landing herself in the tome of Marcus Darkwoods control, but under the soulless catalogue.
"I am the one and only power that matters!" He is a mad man drunk in his proclaim bending of the rules. Made himself the top above, enslaving humanity under the use of demons and clothus. The living world in his tome is a dead land of radiation, traces of world wars spanning 360 years. And although it is still active time and space - it is barren and full of malicious souls. It would seem all souls with sick wishes have clung to his pages and became the hell on earth parade.
Mages are the upper class, the only lot with the technology of the future. Stolen science and adaptation with magic. The average mage loves 600 years. Normals live only 150. Spirit entities can become human, under his privilege reward. The plague that mutated all living matter into mix species is highest in this realm, as is all the broken ones whom use this places to excuse their existence once more. A world of soul powered bodies and AI becoming itself. In such perspective, it's no wonder she fits in.
This place is the main server crystal platform for the Helix Data. Marking even nightmare creatures into entertainment among the people. He has his own version of the Mage Association but it's more just his noble mages doing as they rule to impress him. That ties with Guild Sigil and Dark net crystal background database workers. Everything that isn't touched by undertakers is here. This time space is so full of sinful guilt that any undertakers are automatically removed from this space or demon chained to lesser imps. No holy being here can't be unpainted by such terrified fashion.
"There seems a sudden up crop of unknown souls appearing across the world's." The slave to Marcus kneeling to his lord in short report, hoping his prolonged pause of his monolog wasn't interrupted.
"Mark them in my tome and make them kneel." Mark hissed his demand to his men, all bow and rush away to attempt achieving.
Mark stares sensing there is something off about his throne room, glaring at the gloom. He glares deeply with his senses barely reaching far enough. But his mind puts it to the souls that he commands. Making a hand waft that brings folks from shadows. He pointed with snap figures and his personal slave who he trusts most kneel from there.
"Tell me what they will not say to me."
"You're exact request was to enslave an entire chapter of broke language soulless beings to bow to you will not succeed." Marcus tilted thinking it over, "Just as you wanted four months ago to enslave a dream eater and use it to go against its nature." This servant as no care about being alive or any point of lies at his master. This dead heart human with a soul begging to be loved by Marcus makes no sways. He was brutal blunt in delivery.
"So this is where the sick ones go." Eliza flesh stripes hung in rings about her thinned long body, pointed claws strumming the tome pages of Marcus claim, "Ah, and this is where my dogs went." She nodded to only herself with breathing a living breath. Shuddering servants that stand to defend, "None of these names look appealing, some are rotten and others distortions. Yet all these names made of the average letters. Nothing uniformity or order. Turly worlds of chaos and soul plague." She flustered the book to the title page and gently checks Marucs enders name, she huffed. She closed the tome and tossed it to Marcus. He doesn't catch it, which was for the better, the tome in defending itself from her became a materials that would kill or harm at touch. Gloom of the ink trying to prevent her eating the names, it makes many hissing acid noises. She smirks staring at the temper tantrum and with a blank business stare over Marcus.
"Tome eater." He waved at people to stand away, "Rather, the Lady of Nocturm. Why are you here?" She huffed of his lacking fear of her. This isn't so bad but it means his in danger of things beyond her. If she is to protect all these souls, it means protecting the worst ones too. Enders have chooses to lack judgment and she must too be without prejudices.
"Some souls can not accept fundamental behavior. Not all materials of souls have capacity for coexistence. You know first hand of what freaks souls can be." She rolls her left hand with slowly adapting the language for him to understand, she is trying to match his universe tongue in altering the other tomes languages. She particularly uses Mage tongue which is working. She puts herself to sit beside Marcus but in more raising a tea table between them. She lifted plenty of human stuff for eating and drinking. She reclines with a cup eventually as those around her are boosting defences. But all hold at Marcus posture.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"Such a human question. It's a good thing I was one once." She sips loudly and studies these dead men as living dead army men. How he bent god laws but it isn't all on him. This universes true title of death is a broken man with a terror about it. The laws of life was sickness and pale. Instead of war between life and death, this was harmonize in broken patterns. Marcus is the excuse this universe uses to break foundations and harden nasty. She stares into someone among the crowd and softly then smiles. Happy to see a soul safe. She is in fact very happy that they found somewhere to belong. It made her reference back in her own tomes of soulless and souls she been hanging on for hope to find them home. She wafted that going hissing acid tome between them. It spats in her hands but she feeds the tome strange pages and watching how the book accepted them.
"What are you doing?"
"Giving these poor souls peace. These souls I have clung to hope finding homes for, peace to be themselves. No matter how freaky they are." She watched the tome organize, able to see page the failing to stop her reading its pages. So many souls were crawling from her skin, fleeing from her motherly embrace. So many souls and creatures fleshed and turn back in fearing her taking them again. Screaming and fleeing; through Marcus army of undead men. In fact, several of these monsters made this men shudder in fear. Having seen them themselves and knew what terror these creatures are.
"What have you released in my tome?"
"They were always and already been there. Your just unable to sense them." She claws about helping soul names into pages. Edging the letters with her claw tip like string art being painted. Sin chains and threads of fate began clinging to these new names and souls. The active madness of scrap gods just doing their duty. Even death began to take his pitch. She watched names lift and sink between realms and shifting chapters swiftly. She pulls her claws from this tome as she tilted seeing Marcus in seeing her in terror. She snorted that only now stared fearing her. She stares about the new segments that been created and the new chapters of soul category. She studies deeply into the background.
"Welcome back Captain." She turns of the Helix prompt, underneath was her refreshing all her data into the system. A loading bar of back up copies. The exchange of the completed laws of clothus, crimson souls, Undertaker kingdoms of the alliance and the 5822 completed compendium of all souls. The vast data was chugging slowly and barely scratched the hand written data she didn't report.
"The ecological biological index of the abyss and Clothus Colonies?" Among those seeing surfacing data being arranged. It has all these men as full scale scanning the works they use to know. The flurry of many people suddenly feeling that their small work just because something larger. Marcus has his own prompts but he ignored them. He ignored them because he looking at her in terror.
"You are the one and only God of this world. But even you are a soul. Meaning you are subject to all the laws that souls are. You believe and dream. Have fear. Have connection. You are you and you share you in memory to others. You can't stop souls around you being what they are, you are just the hunk of meat on the top of the pedestal. It takes entire realms and vast amounts of unimaginable wonders to keep one soul. Let allow the investors of those that envy your entertainment. Existence is what soul make it. You are the everything this universe believes. Thus if you even subconsciously felt awareness, then it is." She smiles, "The hinting reminder that you slaughtered several varieties and alternatives worlds of your family. You have unwittingly had a hand in making those worlds real and that you made that blood taint your heart." She grins in poking his nose with a human finger. She fleshed, peels and pulled skins. By her touch of his starting at that finger tip, she was able to build her body by his law. And thus she became a human as he is. Because he let her, he feared her being a human and thus she used his fear to fuel her pull into the accepted laws.
"Trixie Trickster!" He takes a gun from his storage and shot her torso, not guesses where he aimed. Like any constant, she folded her hand to hold the gore of her stomach back in. She laughed at him, "You damn ill woman!" He shot another few times. Her shoulder. Her heart. Her face. But she pop and snaps and clicks. Flesh plump and real. He clicking an empty gun and she stands up. She waved her kit of the tea table away. She steps down away from him and in each step she was among.
"Miss Fallown will do." She shouted and he drops the gun. His man step around to aide any injuries or prevent Marcus from harming himself. She stands staring back with one person staring, "I will not harm your master. I left him alone because you asked me. You are why I can't interfere of his way of running the place. I can not take his tome authority away and I can not take his divinity his made for himself. This is his universe of his wishes." She passed over a small wedge of a tome, "But you Josh... you are his living reminder of mistakes. You are just as much a nightmare to him as I am of him." This older soul of Joshua soften in her turth. This Josh knew what she meant and what Josh means to Marcus. The one soul that although been forced to be Marcus shadow, knew Marcus's story. Josh used to mean something for Marcus and now this time space has become a graveyard of these many faults.
"Welcome among the team. It's just like any other guild or oath walkers stations. The only difference is that it's a mutation plague apocalypse of the humans. Where the living might as well be dead." He postures her to leave. She smiles as a human and takes leave. He watched her become blended among the crowds before he was the one to send sense back into Marcus. To slap the man awake from his fear.
"Congratulations boss, you just welcomed a new age." Josh reports, "You are the proud title of the one owned by the Abyss." Marcus got his gun back but it's empty. Marcus grips harsh.