"Divine retribution has been cast over both bloodlines of Fallown and Seer. Both sides are guilty of many laws breaking divine protection and causing weakness of faith and order. As such the cursed upon these bloodlines continues to stay over these souls, omitting those married in of forced means or those that arent part of main activities. So those that are normal will not feel or suffering of the curse. There could be those between and this will be handled accordingly." There is a soft nearly slam of that being the end of it but there is a long hesitation. The judge and plenty of the jury held off a lingering second, "Some of the outcomes of children born into the family are not at fault for being who there are born from. If they can prove to be normal, prove themselves good souls. The curse can not enact over them. No one chooses their parents but they choose what to do with how they are raised."
That gavel slams harsh. All the damned, seer and plenty of the attached realms owned by these families are in the gallery. The accusing side and defence table lays empty this court date but this was brought about clarification by sigils prompt.
It's rare when sigil gives a strange abnormal prompt but it always affects the overall hunter oaths system. No matter how insignificant the question seems at glance. It seemed in context of the Seers and Fallown. But this question was worded by gods to aim public understanding of all families like Gladers and Darkwoods. There are even hidden bloodlines in sensitive locals across the world. A family serving under Djin in the India continent. There are native American tribes and African tribes with their own demons and creatures. The Icelandic people have their fairy gnome men. These families are bloodline tied to their homes and their creatures. Respecting healthy divided lives but being tied to each other's survival.
"The record amendments have been submitted and many demigod cases have now been changed as a result. As it isn't the parents fault of outcomes but the chooses of the child in how they act." The administrators of paperwork, open pane of sigil laws and the final stamp of court documents speaking up.
"And by the way you altered the last part. Leaving some the definitions to vague to properly understood." The jury added with discomfort.
"A particular person came to my mind when I thought about that sealing." The judge admits, "A god case that haunts my dreams. It clearly was a past life of mine but it held relevance. I can't forget the suffering that child went through because of my order. A good girl and did all she could with what she was given. Her mother side was to poor to afford the girls needs. The biological father although a bad man had the better situation to raise the girl. What i wasn't prepared for was the years after... the return of this girl through her life. The father abusing the system through her. And soon killed that girl, he was never a fit parent at all. Still that mother worked so hard to take back her daughter. I wouldn't allow it." The judge draw a long pained sigh, "When it came to afterlife courts, serving revenge. I wasn't prepared for what twisted this poor girl. She was sold off to Clothus... enslaved for who knows how long. When she came back here. She came here savings all. Yet... all those pain. The toll of what laws were broken." The judge looked upon his court with deep emotions and with clear conviction, "That little girl repented for sins that weren't even her fault. In meer touch of divine sin judgement, she shattered those chains into sand. Her heart and soul were in the right place but the years of mishandling her justice meant breaking laws. She used it against clothus that sued the gods for ownership of the soul name compendium catalog. You have her to thank for keeping the system we have here and now. Just one example of how laws doesn't accommodate and accurately look after the well being of those it was meant to protect. It was fate maybe even Karma. A lesson I carved into my soul and to this day can not let happen. I do not care if these dream events are real or the haze of my mind working to hard. But there is some details I can't shake off. Some very exact laws already in place due to that outcome."
"The integration systems. The hybrid allowance of using all examples of laws used to those in testimony. The laws must be what those souls have ranking access to." The administration team muttering in knowing that was a prime example of something they forgotten but have made law for.
"That system allowed Zeus to be a convicted criminal. Meaning its affect is over gods too." Pipped a law nerd, "Many demon lord and gods of hellscapes lost cases to lowered life due to the same integration laws. Many are now enslaved to the Seer cult as a result."
The sigil system took in all these prime examples of working and failings about the amendment. It retranslated the laws at questions a few goes and soon a new prompt is questioning how far is the boundaries of soul and soul judgement. Putting a headache for this sigil system update.
Her dream ghost petting and exchanging with the court creatures of this realm. Taking the body materials of convicted criminals. She overheard the court many headaches and plenty of her soft adjustments in giving her perspective of understanding that laws can't save everything. That having small failures is OK but not letting the failures break into larger things is wise. She otherwise has no power here and no voice. She isn't really expecting her view to matter overall. Spirit court isn't human. It's a place of answers for those who are godless and prefer realism. Sure different races use this court as humans would. But when humans are in the mix, it is more a stage of letting the humans preform the assumptions and leave without breaking any boundaries. This place was never for humans but they made do since humans could start crossing. Prepared with past court judges of the human worlds in among the jury. A place changed by humanity when the vast majority of humans arent even aware of this existence.
"We need a stamp of authenticity before we can file this. Under what race or god would handle this?" She heard and pondered if she should. She looked about and no other being was taking this offer or seeing it as anything serious. Why bother in meddling smaller hassles? She lifted and leans right over the administrators papers, in crossing an area where all beings become visible.
In her true souls broken scar shape, her clawed hand raises. The urge of fear and wish for self preservation kicked in for the deal person. They back and fell backward. Leaning as far away from the claws hand. She pauses, stares at how they can see her. She backed away a little with feeling a little bad. Yet she looked down at the papers. She wafted and they floated to allow her to read them properly. She wants to be sure before stamping them. She softly nods at finished reading and marked them with her signature as Penheart. She then raises her right hand stamping the document with her merchants seal and her undertaker monarchy seal. She poked hole with the nightmares seal. She wafted them to lay in pile corrected order. She softly nods to the scread fella as he soon passed out on the floor. She backed away from being visible again.
"Miss Trixie, although your form is not among us. It is nice to know your still working in the shadows and when there isn't common decency with even gods." The judge the most relax of seeing her, "I am glad you are much more mature and trustworthy then they credit you. May I be able to hire you for court services?" He waits and there wasn't a lot of visible changes to anyone around.
"The mistress would love to help sir judge. Many of the hidden are most please of not being shunned and ignored when it matters most. The rules of services are by job to job agreement. Per always there will never be any selling of souls, names or detainment of soul in transaction. Rewards are bare minimum as stated in the regulations pertaining to Cog oath ranker." Her proud court eaters speak on her behalf and raised the leader to be the choosen speaker, "detaining suspects of court cases has four available options, differing on the race or status of them. The seeking of evidence in lawful gain is going to be an expensive price. Breaching the laws detained by normal is going to be expected. It's not everyday that a human walking into a hell court these days. But still, this happens." The leader tilts with rubbing its chin, "I dont know mistress. Would it be wise to tell them that?" He looked to a spot of gloom and softly nods, "That is true. Those of Outsider ranking are broken." He backed forwards, "Any and all being with damages souls are forfeit as price." He frowns and looked a little afriad towards the gloom, "Declaring to eat higher beings is very unwise." He pouted, "Someone commissioned that? They must be a crazy." The leader back forward to the court, "Those whom gone missing by the tomes are currently under her care. This was a deal made and a price paid in order to repair the tome of death back in order. Any missing cases of tome keepers are fine. If calling that is that." He sounded doubtful, "My mistress wishes you a good day, like humans do." He lowered down and back among. Soon they all whine among themselves until the gloom fades. There a sigh of releif and lowering to settle.
"Give me those papers." The judge posed and the assistant reached over and passed them up. He reads through then documents and stamps them too, "Well played Miss Trixie. Well served." He huffed, "Not at all creepy that she listed all the human family names this court will and has handled."
"What was that?" Asked among the jury.
"A soul that came back from the abyss of the unknown. A human that left and came back changed. A broken creep that you heed. She eats soul names from tomes." The judge files the papers to his desk, "I do wonder which name she will be again."
She rolls her eyes awake as there enough sound about her human body. She sits up automatically and rubbing her face. Removing a veil of sanity for her gaze. She took in the room of dream creatures cowrding in corners, the kids awake and shivering in their beds. She felt that old aura once again, cold and judgeless. Unlike everyone else, she simply sighed like it was just another day.
"You will die young. There is no peace of you turn away from the home you knew." She gets what the ender is playing here. Clearly the mage is going about this a little wrong but his also right.
"The island of Mage has no electricity. They dont do internet. The medicine is from the dark ages, believing in bad smells being the cause of cancer. You are expected to be married and two kids by 25. So really, the mask fella isn't wrong. Becoming a magic user has downsides." She flatly told the whole room and they all twisted facing her, "We lucky to be alive and not die from the magic over flow within our bodies. Walking time bombs." She huffed, "but once we learn to use it like they do. We are to be estranged, ostracized and condemned by the rest of the world as abnormal cultist." She crossed her arms, "Screwed up whatever you choose but that's life." She flops back to lay down, "Good job at making it unforgettable. The message is plenty turn clear." She thumbs up to the ender, "Remeber to no fold corners in the tome. I do not want to be soul seeking you across the damn universe."
"Is there a medical reason why she reacts that way?" The ender asked the others.
"Leana." She looking right at the rainbow bird at her bed board, "Why do you have a phoenix feather?"
"Why should you care? Your chromatic rainbow dew feathers is heavenly enough. That is unless you plan on becoming scale like reptile. Seeking a cure to reverse god eater poisoning is unavailable and taboo trading in this land. You know better lord omens." Left hand reached and poked the bird beak. He flaps away her hand.
"Treat me like you should, human." She forwns at him and long while.
"No. You dont want me to do that. I am not a normal person. We had this debate several lifetimes ago. You forgot, haven't you." She sighed exasperated of him, "What should have expected from a god with to many bodies?"
"Rude." Omens hissed, "and I am meant to take you in on behalf of death."
"Oh, so you did agree. That's interesting." She huffed, "And he thinks this wouldn't delay me from my commission?"
"What commission?" Omens hissed.
"Thats need to know. You dont play dirty Omens. You are to divine to care about the mess of cog oath." She captures Omens and sits holding him, "At least your consist with being singling minded picking one and only one soul to turly take as your follower." She nods.
"Stop handling me!" Biting her hands as a flustered bird does. She eye rolls and puts the fussing bird onto Ravens shoulder, "Creepy girl."
"I think that's the point." Raven causally remarks to his god, "She mean to be."
"Oh so she just immune to me." The ender wobbles and turns back to the rest of the room, "Your creepy friend there is right about the things she said about the mage islands. You have a higher chance of encounters with myself and other masked creatures. I dont want you to believe in the lies the mages want you to assume. It is a land with a high death rate and backward culture. You just get to choose to be cursed here among the tower or on the island where it is much worse. There isn't freedom. Death awaits you if you dont make a choose."
"Leana, can we make a deal?" She focused over onto Raven.
"What sort of deal? You know what your getting yourself tied to, right? Or does having access to dream worm meat out way the sheer danger of being surrounded of god eaters constantly?" She speaks with no filter and he just smiles in being refreshed to such a little change from the normal.
"What is dream worm meat?" Omens asked. She stares to Omens with confusion, "What is that look for?"
"I feel like your the ones displaced in the wrong bodies. How does Omens not remember dream worm meat?" They looked at each other with frowns themselves. It seems the rest of the room has sobered up. That the matter is taken seriously among the teenagers. The things they are letting go. The luxurious lives they have already.
"We need a more private place for the topic. Give your arent going have any backing by any of the nobleman. The joint payment is by my lord and the death follower." Raven voices, "We need to make a deal in order to continue your application into mage society. Or face prosecution and death penalty."
"Funny." She huffed, "But what I expected. You dont expect me to know about mages and magic use. You looked back in my school records. Counted your hens from the batch of eggs here, assumed me the spoiled one. If this room isn't private enough for you. Where are you suggesting for more privacy?" Raven smiles, "I dont agree or accept hand outs without being provided the small print. You want to use me to pay back the debt. Maybe even profiting it." He still seem smug about something.
"She can hear your god?" Arthur having reduced himself back to human shape and tots over, "And is immune to me."
The rest of the room are held back to themselves and turly heeding the words of warning. Making a plenty of thought behind what they were going to tell the sponsors that are paying for them. Some turned away because that choose was made already for them. Some stare lifeless in their deepest thoughts. The end of life as they know it. She looked between Arthur and Raven. Occasionally Omens too. She gently makes a sigil path walkers greeting and soon into habit was doing her merchants laws. She ended on a new gesture meaning the nightmares land owned by a crown. She knew the ender took deep interest and the most part completed the gesture reply of agreeing to her no soul sale term. Arthur expressed a deep scowl of disbelief. Omens held a tilt, trying to dislocate his neck. She raised a little note of concern for the vessel. Yet Omens seems at suddenly getting a hint and looked at Raven in sighing.
"How about that tea like suggested before? There a few coffee shops around here and other restaurants." Raven steps around to the bed end checking her board for some details. He had a second take with it. Likely the magic test rounds. He flops to the underside of a page, he stares a little stunned and with Omens peering down too.
"You're adapted arent you?" Arthur lifted up a hoodie jacket and some other clothing bits. She measures and passed back things that dont fit. He frowns why she gave them back. She soon lifted her own clothing that are from her emptied bedroom. She softly thanks Arthur and went to the toilet without assistance. She also with skill removed the needle from her arm, the empty IV drip bag aside and the needle itself into a sharp bin. Raven softly followed to a point but waited out the door, glued about her medical report. Omens came into the toilet with her. Supervising her from any excessive impulse.
"What happened to you?" She heard Omens asking.
"Which time of when?" She asked back, "What name are you talking about?" She flatly stares at Omens for the length his thinking about it, "Are you concerned about the sin title of Wrath did to me? You think I lost my memory or something else? Was it my habits that made you concerned?" She turned away to finish up. Letting Omens think over his answer, "Crossing over to the otherside is easier then you think. It's coming back without scars that is impossible. Each time a human willingly makes that crossing, regardless of state and status. That takes away a piece of humanity. When you crossed past several barriers of no return, that is so much steeper a fight to cling to." She turned back around with using the mirror Omens sat near. She stares at her face. She looked deeply into herself, "Ah, this face. That corpse." She recalled, "what a short life this is."
"Excuse you?" Omens flustered.
"Not even death can intervene such a deadly situation." She accounted the dancing of several corpses in the spirit court that one time. But none of them were the current Raven or Arthur. Just the college students to be unturned as mages in a formal meeting. She looked deeply into herself and then slide to her shadow. That coffin. She shadow checked. That body is half and half. There a change. A chance. She can change the outcome.
"Leana!" Omens shouted and she shook out of checking, "What happened to you as in you changed, your not human."
"I was once." She softly scooped him and he hissed of being man handled. She placed him to her shoulder and being changed into better cleaner clothes. She exits the toilet. Raven has been going around blessing was student here. Each time, she watched fate soon struggle to string these lives to end with the courthouse. She stare onwards.
"What made you change into what you are?" Arthur steps to her side asking.
"Soul walking." She replies simply, "Death is an old friend of mine. Boredom took its toll and I learned from other enders how to repair the tomes. I became envious of those safe soul names. Then I admired them. And soon in having repaired many pages in my souls journey. Spread so fine as powdered dust. I lost track of my will. It took someone I loved to remind me what I was and the point of repairing those tomes." She smiles gently as Raven was trying to help someone's sorrow, "I was saved and now it doesn't matter. I just wondered if I could save them back. If all that tome repairing experience was worth it." She crossed her arms at holding her front in habit, "I went back to where my soul came from. To the place I screwed up the most and never had the chances to lift sorrow. I broke the rules of being a mortal doing god work. Condemned. I left that life so long, I forgot the pain it was. The doubt. The assumptions they of me. I doubted as the tome tried to rip away my name from the pages that I could save that universe from itself." She turned quiet.
"It didnt matter then. That tome still broke apart." She heard him.
"But it was worth it." She voiced, "The souls weren't in sorrow. The names that did flee were in transactional alignment. Even the gods scattered to become the true titles to other tomes. I keep running into souls I once loved in mysterious ways." She soon pats Arthur's back, "I managed to keep the ones that couldn't be repeated again. To save the souls I held the more love and respect. Fitting them to new lives and as part of tomes that they feel they can belong. Freaks who didnt deserve being villains for being changed by laws not of their fault."
She back to staring at Raven making notes with someone among the room. A pretty serious stare and even more serious in understanding the issue. She thought about the college mass poisoning has turned out to be someone trying to make mages in front of the unaware public. By sacrificing the students as magic bombs. Overloading them wire energy they be consumed by. None of the cooking students are here. She recounted the court documents for that situation back then. She turned and picked up the medical report from the nearest bed. She flips around to the drug tests. She examined it deeply. She spotted a spike in a drug of not human orginal. She moved around to the next board. It's in them. She hesitated briefly but soon lifted her board. The spike levels are dangerous. She was meant to be victim zero. Funny that she has resilience against the drug. She knew why she does too.
"Attempted murder and some newborn mages to ruin reputations." She figured putting them away, "sourced outside of human means." She muttered to herself, "As it was." She puts the board down. She looked about her bed for anything she had on her they kept. Sure enough her school bag is here. Books. Phone. The signs of being pulled from a house fire. She picked through and noticed plenty of things shows that they went through it. Her wallet is missing her ID. She however has her original money, and plus extra. She accepted that it is likely the money they took from the kids being transferred to the Island.
"There this new drink and cake spot on the thrid floor." Arthur steps up, "Next door to a tonic mixer bar."
"A tonic sounds good." She sighed, "Maybe we can recipes swap and ingredients exchange." He frowns a little with that being her response.
"Drinking age is 16 here." Raven shurgs.
"18 in the UK but sure. I was meaning the shadow bar. They dont sell human drinks. They sale entertainment in a cup. If you have the ranks then you know how to order the cool stuff." She shily rolls shoulder, "A decent Frappe and slice of carrot cakes is great."
"And miss out in entertainment in a cup? That sounds fun."
"Not human drugs." She warns, "and I am sure we could chip on for Omens to have something with." She pats the bird side softly.
"Coffee." Raven pointed at them both waiting. Arthur slowly snorts and smirks. There rolls a look and she tilts to with a smirk. They each took an arm. Off they being the bad influence of dragging Raven with them. Omens coos deeply in wonder what she going to order for him. Raven sighed in resignation, letting himself being dragged.