Passing out in a party of god followers with healing capabilities has ruined the escape plan. So when the Queens gals got Leana awake and conscious. The environment was to be expected. A few passive trades with the mage queen. Leana was back on main floor, this time alone and with no company. Mages pride couldn't allow a guest in disgrace among them but mages also outcast abnormalities that arent them. Outwardly she was healthy and well, inwardly she is looked down on for being a weak magic user.
"You followed through the cult of the abyss instructions."tap. "Became not human." Tap. "Fell from a cliff;" Tap. "with stealing the ceremony silver god sword."
Draped in a death god uniform that be someones lifetime salary to pay. Even the privately made to measure leathers as built in armour within a suit. He raps the table at each sentence end. Jackal with dyed green and purple streaks hides his trait in being a fallown (the natural hair divided by half dark and half light dirty blonde hair). His hair stands out as abnormal among this crowd of mages, but not the suit. Its very aristocrat on point, among. Mages don't have hair dye technology like the rest of the world. So any unnaturally colours is just a guarantee to be ostracized from higher society. But he is here, by some merit beyond mages or likely to do with his refinery.
Another tell for her brothers status is the shinigami. This shinigami might as well be her brothers pet or accessory. It is clear this shinigami that has caught up with her a few times now is just a middle man, overseeing as Jackals advisor. A bone skull crest wasn't there previously, openly displayed on the right arm. Given this is the highest floor with this complex disguise as a shopping mall; the more flowing lighter wavelengths of magic seeps and thins protection over everyone else's eyes. Giving humans to glimmer on demon forms, angels wings and the clay doll like nature of undertakers.
Yes, blindly true - shinigami is a undertaker made grim. A trained under a death god but a clay shell puppet of a soul threader. Shinigami are death made undertakers. A new faction of beings since the true title of death stepped down from title to become a father and husband.
Death is reaping what he sown. He strayed away his purpose. Her family took his away. She can see it now. See it in the tomes. The demigods that are his spawn are the same concerning second soul life as his wife. Stone souls. Gods have lifetimes different to humans. Doesn't mean that death isnt without spite or forgave things. The court against dirty half humans; he had meddled. Although not forgotten - he spoke to Zeus whom was affect by this sigil law shift. Different pantheon, still seemed each other. There are more important concerns but things don't slip past easily.
"Came back from the dead." The shinigami adds, "Became the monarchy of sand time dunes." Pointed at her, "Turned out to be a sort of hidden god soul from the primordial beginning."
She stands pretty, holding a flute of regular juice and staring empty onwards at the many crowds here. She has been ignoring her brother and the shinigami. Doing her same as always to watch the creatures that cling on shoulders and live among hidden by human blindness.
Josh, Arthur and Matthew got separated from her when nobility mages went off to make deals, around when she was left to the queen for healing. Out of the four oddities merry band together, she seemed the less likely person to be worth deals with.
Given the king used her merchant greeting, most are to spooked to dare. Lie made by the king to hide what she is, a dirty fallown. A Trickster. Earning less worth among the nobles. The least amount of status of powers or display. She shows open display of her human traits that keeps these mages away from her. Her abnormal from average hair; dark one side, streak of white and half dirty blonde. Anyone with any idea of political knowledge avoids a Trickster; so brazen that even the last unlikely of beings are her only company. All the mages stand back gossip whispers how the death god order has taken interest of her but at arms length. That a Fallown that bloodline that death hates is here flaunting her cheat of death.
At best some linger in checking her out in wonder why the royal acted like that with her. She had no threats to any public aware. Even less want to hang out with someone that causally talks to a Grim order. Those that see the Shinigami, make her even less approachable. Even if Omens hovering in fly by for check up was tell enough.
"Hello there." She studies the demon that came to them, display of traits with no reservations. She made three goes of study each pass over was who, what worth and how to harvest it. In meeting eyes, will be worth it? Likely not now. She stares back to empty spaces between people, eyeing the hidden creatures of veils beyond.
"That was very interesting." Shinigami snickered, "I have to file a near death form for that." Hand poses to start and stops at how she already filed one, "Ah, she bet me to it." He closes the pane and softly makes the greeting, "My king, this gentleman is the dock keeper for the river passage. He is a neighbour if you will. Architect of the death bone bridge and built your exterior walls." Posturing ending on a no soul taken and no exchange of values. She taken interest of the postures; there it is again. I do believe its a soul status meaning. I dont have one. It is also a soul purity status among the spirit types. A gesture of several meanings; arent all sigil greetings multitasking?
"I came to make my complaint to whomever it may be concerning. Missing skulls. Missing arms. Missing clothed torsos." The greeting is returned softly. It seemed the end of greetings until she loosely left hand only. She makes sure that she at least making minimum formalities and wishes to complete this as a no exchanges or soul taking venture. She has to with this being death god and demon at her front make a gestures not normally bothered. Tolerance of unintentionally rude assumptions; human terms only used in such causal speak.
"A terrible uncle you are, brother." She tuts to Jackal, "You allow Isolde to steal from your neighbours? I was beginning to be concerned for the toys she been throwing me at courts."
"Isolde?" Jackal lapsed in shock, "Aren't they gone? All of them?" She punched him in the gut for that. His double bend over in feeling so deeply affected. The shinigami lowered to help his king. The two soon having a private chat at the side.
"I am so sorry, Mr Dock keeper. One of my spirited dogs has been stealing those things. She loves taking things to throw. A typical dog whom loves fetch. Ignoring her makes her pile the toys higher and higher. Staking heads in neat pyramids. A talented dog whom hasn't an active body among us." In little effort by her with no care for reputation. She brought put a sac woven bag full of these things, "I had to keep her favourite ones. But here are the rest. The others she doesn't actually care or need." Dropped on the demons feet between them, "You should have someone keep a better watch of the darkness at the edge of your lands. She will have herd a bunch of lost sinners to you. To many will attract some other monsters to steal." The demon goes to lift the bag, feet screeching floor as he has to drag it away from them. Whimpers in his toe being victim to the heavy bag. Jackal finally had his act together; holding the chest like it about to shatter.
"In hoping to change topic," to save his life from powdering across the floor and to not provoke the sorrow she had that day from the slay of her pets, "You didnt tell them that your married."
"Undertakers are not married by their vows." She tilts, "sure by human standards is seems a marriage of conventional terms that can grown one way or another. I suspect a divorce when he becomes the mage royal kings private adviser." She glanced at her own hand, "Meerly undertakers bond between us. Soul fragments exchanged but easily reversed. His not committing to it as it seems. He has omens to consider too." She puts her drink down, "I will find something about this life to stay. I am plenty aware of attaching to him is dangerous. He needs me and thats all it is." She softly crosses her arms as she spoke in a sense of rational tone, "When his no longer need of my powers, my kingdom or my very existence among. I would like to think I can go visit anyone of my grandchildren or some other tome that actually needs my soul." She wears an honest twist of strange emotions and drew blank, creaking her voice a little, "I am not needed here." She drews to a voice used in tome warding, "The gods are not missing like everyone thinks they are. There isnt a threat from what I can sense." There it is, a rare time she is cold and lifeless, "Even if one was, me being here will only attract the revengeful demon soul after me or husbands true side to repeat history." She sighed with needing to act human among humans and shifting her tone back 'normal', "You are right. Many of my pets had died. Many slaughtered and unable to be among the rules. Of all those creatures that once was here. Only those close to myself are physically here now." She narrows gaze about him, "All of them and even someday myself will be just invisible mechanisms of how it is." She looked down on Jackal, "Isolde is no here. Dead but she seems as if among us because I had invoked her memory. I don't make the candles like I used to." She spotted Raven waving her over, "I hope you stay well Brother. Death has such high expectations of you. I would even say his adopted you." She softly steps around to make her own way and pauses looking back, "I missed our time together, Joseph. I miss Saturday nights at grandpa's." She twirls half heartedly, "Go be who you want to be. Be the man I always knew you be. Not the one they expected from you."
"Maybe take those words for yourself. You haven't any reason to die, so stop sounding like its the end." A deep soul stare and she breaks first in knowing something his not.
"Goodbye." She trails away in feeling a note of unfinished words. He stares deeply bothered. Shinigami steps blocking her from Jackal like she was to cast that death curse on them. That Shinigami has only just now figured out that she can remove and use the curse death placed over the bloodline. Bracing if she was to return some value of hate for the brother that sold her to the Seers. Plenty of mages and gather attendance stare of her leave from the Death oath monarchy having a hard time. The staring of her back has even the servants under her stare with making bets. As she approaching Raven, with his crowd of god followers.
"Dear wife, you have came at grace. You have a grasp about the societies beyond humans." Raven pulling her over, hand at her waist and a business smile. His not here about something he just said. He might actually need a lie or excuse. In what? Oh. I can sense that.
"My condolences about your loss." Among them is the guy that did a turth spell on her, and that god did it again. So she felt uncomfortable. Its a test again.
"Does forcing people to speak give you lot such pleasure? Maybe you don't want to hear what I have to tell you." It only pulls them closer together against her, "Raven is the follower of Omens. And yet, Omens has many other identifications. I prefer the worship in fear." She softly checked in how easy she spoke those words this far and this means Omens is still the walker at the edge of abyss, "I guess he is my neighbour if I can talk like this." She slides to how a sigil pane shows display that she correct and followed a Dark Net adding its concern of her point, "There are those that walked into the abyss and they did come back. But they didnt come back in the ways you worshiped them." She steadies into each eyes for dramatic pause, "As once more you are blind following your faith as all the rest of humanity is. Alone within darkness being tugged along blindly."
"Like you know anything about gods." Snarls few and she smiles at them. The deeper her stare, the more tips at a tongue. Testing them, really pushing them to dare speak to her things they shouldnt bother. A warning flashed by sigil and the spell was shattered as a result. She rolls into a purr and postures mocking them.
"Very entertaining, dear Husband. Now can we leave to fetch our adopted son. His about to use magic in the middle of the dance floor." She poses about Arthur.
"That is indeed more important then this right now." Raven taking her away, she wafted the panes to relax as she wasn't going to tell the god followers shattering broken knowledge willingly. The bad taste left the small church of colour uniform lacks to plot more.
"We don't need their funding to pay. Everything is taken care of. I only cared about the kings approval which over stamps the arguments church or Company." She warns Raven, "That is unless you don't trust me." He hugs her in passing through a magic barrier. He speaks spells as counters for the mess around them. She pulled the magic right out of everyone that isnt casting for good intentions. Holding back energy from feeding more mess. Together is a pause of all spells and hold back of fighting. Bewildered folks looking at their empty hands, lacking the power behind their nobility.
"Are you ok?" She picked the lad off the floor, "They really trying to make you use you magic dangerously again." She pats the kid down of all the potentially harmed wounds. Looking into Arthur's eyes with checking in by the ender title. It is still with this host and sighes of this same as always. She pulled shadow into physical materialistic cloth, wrapping Arthur over shoulders. Pats shoulder. Raven scolding the men before him of mage morals. A fool is still aiming target and wasn't zap of their magic for not being dangerous until now. This person wasn't after royal mage bloodline. This guy has it for her Raven. She snapped stare the instant she figured it.
"Dont you dare hurt my husband. I will never give you back magic." She hissed through their souls and they passed out. The barrier breaks, meaning they were the source of the barrier. She returned flows like it was a small casting tricks and not the lethal intent it was. She able to keep it all gentle flow. Arthur looked around confused, "I am a tool borrowed by many Enders. Repair to broken souls is my preference. Especially tome languages needing formatting and law word alternatives. But change energy transmission into other forms is a by product of my work." She spoke ender softly only to Arthur, "So be careful what you intentions are while casting magic. I can tell."
"What is going on here?" The king mage hissed of the nobles, Raven kneeling and she helps Arthur keep standing at her side. Preventing him from kneeling lowly. She hugs around with showing a motherly concern, petting his hooded head and sliding a blank composure.
"Please forgive the lacking hospitality, monarch crown of Nightmare Nocturm. My low subjects have no awareness of your stakes in trading valued material and your working of the royal tombs. You have always provided passage of our ships between here to the islands." He sighed and ordered by gestures to take these folks away, "Please be careful of my youngest brother. I worry of the things he wouldnt cope with around you."
"Awww, you sound so concerned. You even mean it. That's so sweet." She eased off Arthur and backed off with being called out for her merchant ways.
"I would argue that she manage to prevent your death. I dont even feel the traces of magic that was to be casted." Arthur looking about confused, "Are you ok to be meddling with prevention of people dying? That doesnt seem like someone you pretend to be does."
She shook sad of what he misunderstood, patting his shoulder with a soft strong face. He reads it well and wobbles lip a little. A sharp stare to his king brother.
"Pretend?" She leans patting both shoulder in a smoothed voice, "Teasing a student to pay attention. Getting that bones to stop mopping." She pointed over to a dopr opening, "Always on time, no sooner or later." Many dont dare look at death in fear of looking what they have. Even Raven is backed away and lowered greeting the god title. She scales this vessel and she soon sighed. She wafted magic to enact protection of those weak to deaths blessings. She also made death is into a visible vessel whom that will not kill those around him for looking at him.
"I made a decision to tell you in person then to see you so sad. Your sorrow is bleeding in the tome pages and making me drool. I can't imagine your domain is empty of damned at this time. This isn't an exchange nor am I stopping working of the universe. The dying are to be tolled and paid a price. I just needed to see you in person." She walks right up to death with pulling many tomes from her flesh. Blood pouring across the floor from accessible issues. She holds a particular strange tome, wafting it about in motioned lecturing.
"They are gone." She sighed of deaths low ringing tone, empty dark sockets and a rarely hid of his hands. She softly slaps his arm; more a snap out of his mind wrap to actively listen to her properly. That by that touch death felt her as a real being and drafted a sense of alertness. Someone like her with real touch is something of a threat for the host of the god before her. Humans cant touch the gods.
"I am the counter of souls. I watch souls cross abyss gates. You told me to watch them. You made a deal that I do. Its a soul contract." He briefly removes his hands and lifted his back straight, a hue of his soul comes alive in those skull sockets. It were only a flicker that happened.
"Much better. I have always kept my promises across my many reincarnations, across many different ways and helped the Helix foundation learn soul systems." She puts the book away, the slough of flesh sticky and sounded icky in pulling back on, "So their names have converted into a new soul system. They have not abandoned us. They are among us in hidden and very active duty. Inside your known boundaries. All of them." He knew already in a way but there is a little doubt.
"She is here, you know. You are blinded by your sorrow. She may be different but its still her." She finished helping the tome edits and away the last pages of tome to skin slicks back over her, "I would even like to think you could go dancing. Soul materials maybe different. Not in the state you see or feel. Ghost, just barely out of reach. You can dance with a ghost. I have plenty a time." Death nods gentle at first. The more he thought it through the more certain his nods are and there a even a smile. He checked over the tomes a last time and skipped a step through his door. She smiles happy that death cheered up enough. She just wondered if he gets it. I hope it changes nothing that significantly for this ender to not fuss.
"And seeing off the god of death with a smile is just another Tuesday?" Jackal snapped with pushing folks aside to miss his talk to the boss. She eye rolls that he doesnt get the gimick of how death operates. The shinigami had a better clue in watching the tome entries for the mage king wavering. She just has this feeling pass her by, a sense of breathing under water. As soon as she felt it, it passed and the kings entry was wavered for now. He will meet death another time. She attempted to clear her knotted throat and a few chest pats. She soon was holding her neck around where the issues is.
"Wife." Raven hugs around her with eyeing the crowds surrounded. Reminding her that she at the centre of attention over a conversation that she wasn't listening to, "Tell me what did death choose to do with the king."
She did hear him, staring deeply with concern for how to word her reply. Plenty by now are panicking and are trying to push the king to leave away from danger.
"Birds of feather, right?" She barely can speak and these few words squeezed. She is beating around the bush in a human way, "You seen my wrap sheet for crystallisation." She wafted her left hand plainly, "Or in other terms, magic stone convention. Its suffering but survivability is possible for a normal human. The fact he is the king with such complexity of magic use makes the properties easier to manage. Uncomfortable but fine."
There was little to settle down in this emotional charge room. But the bell for the nine course meal was rung. The highest going in first. She steps shadows briefly, pulling Raven along with her. Softly putting themselves at the table without seating. Only seating when the hosts of this party gestures to. Plenty stay up for a toast or a wish to speak demands among themselves; very rude. They are put in their place by Darkwood or Glader magic tricks, she even slips gaze of her ex-family playing parts. She debts her own enactments but choosing to not tell off her cats for chasing demons. The rampage is only chaos for servants behind the scenes.
"I want to guess the chaos in the kitchen is one of our pets." Raven softly turned at her with directing about the sheer terror in mages in the servants. She shurgs of this, "I think you dont need to handle it." He holds her hand at the table. She wafted her only free hand, her right one to cast purification over the dishes, silverware and cups. She made sure his too. She studies Arthur across the table beside Josh, wafted theirs fresh too. She softly foot commanded and a servant pours drinks for both her and Raven. She reclines with eyeing the chaos in quite continplating manner. Softly sipping the drink. The servant bows lightly, faded back to hidden the moment anyone tries to know. Raven picked up his drink, eyeing the strange it is. A wine of dust particles floating irradiate. He twirls the flute many times looking more things carefully from his side vision. She watching things he does, seeing how hands place and who commanded the conversation. She tilts in seeing the hidden make thier own remarks of the talk. She sips only if she found something stupid or ignorant.
"How did it all began?" The mage king pulled her attention. The third dish of this course is being pulled away. Topic across the close poeple has spread to united interests. It is the king to raise voice towards.her directly.
"My relationships or the universe. My abilities? Young crown king, lacking exact context is dangerous. Especially to a freak like myself. Admittedly I wasn't paying attention due to the distraction of one my creatures nearby." She plastered a business smile and the flute drink held to stop her casting magic. Her left hand held hostage by Raven, "How did anything begin?" Ending at a rhetorical question. A decorative dish as the fourth meal is placed and plenty tucked in as servants leave.
"Where did you find time to capture a man that is consumed by his god?" The smiles at each other as as plastic as it comes. "Raven is a beloved member of the family. Adopted into the royal line not so long ago."
"Ah, that wasn't wasted opportunity." She twirls her drink in making time to think over this game, "Being a dark shadow over Omens has paid its worth. His god is has chased poor Raven over many lives." She tilts as she recalls her not human years of this universe, "When Omens has failed, I always took over. Soul mates find ways. Regardless of age, history and circumstances." She held a back tone of knowing that wasn't a human enough response, "You are aware of the darkness and how it shrouds the monsters. Omens and me have a pact that handles them. A shame Fate isnt aware. Best we try to save souls even as the universe refuses it."
"So you have been playing longer then anyone else." The king flustered unsettled, "Who is the enemy?"
"Enemies? You are funny. Labels this. Give name that. Assume how things are. You know of inside and fear outside. You are inside this fish bowl, content in your existence. How big? How far? How does? Ask you humans always do. Stretch and breach the understanding. Its why the gods watch you and need your worship. Humans are such fragile and yet so unique. It is humans that stem the foundations of the next life. Other animals have thier versions but its humans that make the biggest difference."
"No one here sees the universe like you. They are asking who is your real threat." Raven snickers.
"Granted that I am human enough to care." She paused herself soothing into a sigh to continue, "I am sure its everyone who hates me and has schemes. I am doing exactly as you wanted of me. To be at your side, to never leave. You become so jealous of even my conversation to death. Let alone any attempted to make any moral meaning to anyone else." She pouted a little and there a soft curl smile behind it, "Dear Husband, you are all I have and all I care for. I may want to head mount a demonlord over a fireplace. You are the only being I have regards for." She puts her cup down, "I cant leave. I am at your mercy. We have discussed this."
The king turns gaze for others of the table to join topic. Giving chances to lift any to shine a light. Hope that she will work fancy with other houses. The king worries she will weigh down Raven and each passing word she spoken has proven to make her unworthy. There however has been plenty of passive magic and none has shown to work, she blocked them. She has double time taking in foot taps underneath Ravens chair, his not pay any mind of it. He doesnt realized its her. Small insignificant chatter in remarking outfits and noble magic intentions. Her hands have hardly every moved. Her shadow has been using the cutlery and feeding her the meal.
"Gaining control of the cottage beyond the time dunes is no small feat. I would guess you tamed the locals and know the laws of the lands." The elder red hand, her grandfather has input something at the kings invite, "Do you sell any purchases of that sand?"
"Your not of ranking." She flatly spoke, "Nor would you use it correctly. Restriction of such market materials is sigils verification process. It isnt needed in handling the task the king gave my husband. Surviving the threat of the locals is what matters. Breaking the rules would be excessive."
"There isnt any data about your travel to the task." The king added like he fanes concern.
"I had data mined all traces before leaving the room. I wouldnt have been good at court paper pusher if I didnt keep data confidentiality." She softly waved across all that it concerned about her ranking and, plenty if demons and angels sharp turn facing over at her way, "The existence of this tome is in your hands. I may only be the only one of the abyss to be forwards about this. But... you are all dull and boring. There isnt a reason for the abyss to concern itself in all your matters. The only place that has captured any vague attention is of myself and that of adjacent plains. You have no reach there. No law. No understanding." Her shadow holding the fork in posture pointing, "I dont really have anything to make a difference. Sure I will live, be a person that mets others and be at my husbands side. Yet in my mind, I am no different to a scarecrow or lucky charm." She stadded a bit of food and eats as she had passively this whole time like others.
"Are you selling black sand?" Her grandfather asked with ignoring her overall point.
"Summoning sand is useless here. As are the majority of my stock. Even candles are useless here. There is no threat that requires these things. The normal methodology for summoning is in affect. Be it however you think it is to summon something. The key is appeasement. Always have a valued exchange." She studies just how they all reacted with such advice. Quiet the drastic experiences to paint those faces.