"So all of my residence are empty, every soul has made it's home. This manor is slowly loosing its purpose. But maybe I still need to hang on a little longer." Her hand breaks the locked basement door, the many curses and bindings to prevent in or out. Shattered. Whomever casted these spells knows she's coming.
"Lord forbid it be another damn dark mage." Hellish hostility deeply snarls. It follows a solid thick punch into some meaty flesh.
"You did it again. Another failed." This corpse piled in the stacks of more torsos. Even as she decends down the stairwell to the wider basement, she has a better view of how all these corpses are versions of her that died unexplainable and traceless deaths.
At each closer step, soul fragments magnetic forced itself through her and the tome, back to times they belong. By the pages of the broken tome, all these versions of her soul in many tome spaces are back where history needed them. Once active laws are triggered, there is only ashes of the corpses remains. Many her mask faces gone back to the times they belong. To die in tomes they should with reasonable explainantion. It gives back more to her now as a result of repairing these missing lives where they belong. As left now as one the oldest and lasting soul of herself; she was more powerful then she could realize.
"What gives? This has never happened." The two sin titles staring on the ash pile at the centre of the basement, "there is no holy god divine grace that moves this cursed soul. It's why we picked it."
"Because my pact is no longer active." Her voice carries through like knifes stuck fast. She isn't speaking as a human or spirit but as the very souls they tortured all those lives, all her words echoes those lives, "I am a free soul and you can't own me." She casts up the sinner chains with stringing the two demon Lords upside-down.
Suspended in the air like danging worms on a hook. She gave them extra binding and even more flavor to attract the biggest threats. She plenty wounded them with objects that fraction souls on purpose. She was immune and unbothered by the demons of wraths sin making colourful curses. She gives a kick in the junk trunk for good measure. As they began to howl, she drops them into the abyss gate. After all they dangled her many lifetimes like bait here, she just repaying the favour.
"A few moments and they can be pulled." She yanked them after saying it and in not only did the demons look like bones and skin. There was many ghostly pale worms feeding off them. She dagger tips and removes a few worm for her own merchandise but it wasn't the big catch. She checked their basic corpse condition and drops them into this opened abyss gate with a little more confidence. Swinging them about with vigar. She had to make a pull system fast as something at the other end took the bait. It was a fight, even once it pulled to this side of the abyss gate. She cuts with care in removing the vast souls from its stomach lining and shaving flesh from its bone. She managed to pry a few organs and ribs. It thrashes and lets got the two sin demon Lords. Bleeding out and slinking back to abyss.
"You did not just steal my catch!" Something without belonging to this realms law made it's hiss, just some other abyss walker whom starves as she does. She sees them perfectly as if they are among, but she plenty aware of all the broken laws manners. That this things sense of organs are not keeping to logical realm. She chooses to match voice to it, taking a moment for her soul to adjust lightly to be equal of it.
"Even better, I caught some to give to you." She makes plenty of hand gestures, law and exchange permits. She shrewdly forced a big profit for this, which may or may not be anything to this abyss being. The organs, one rib and the bait worms in exchange of unknown plant seedlings, broken rusted ores and blue sand. This being had so much blue sand that a barrel of strange purple wood was the exchange. In satisfaction, they left through the abyss gate - closing it behind them. She seals it properly of protection wards. She makes a pause of adjusting back with laws, feeling the basement air and the energy this world medium stabilized.
"Why did you do that to us?" The sheer terror was torn between gritting pained teeth and held back in screaming insanity. Having these demons snarled her has really grounded her back enough to repair her presence among.
"To give you a good reason to use your emotions of wrath more tasty." She drops the corpses to lay in their own coffins. She makes them neat as any caretaker does. She lays them with grave goods and on the the lids are fresh Bird's-foot Trefoil, Black roses, Red bird of paradise and Petunias. The souls are dropped to hell, leaving the altered corpse materials in the coffins.
With the basement taken care of. Smaller things were changed. Every coffin of the catacombs staircase was give meaningful bouquets. She glides at her contorls of energy, cleansing every last speck to the final speck. She knew with this abyss gate closed properly as it is. There was another purpose to keep this manor lost. Just this act as changed the sigil path gates upstairs and thus make the oath hunters guild loose establishment. It is a new problem for her to fix as it is her fault. She was to the last few coffins when some ideas came.
She slowly travels back the levels of the manor, caught glimpse of past lives and that as she made committed effort. The dreamers step into her view with messages beyond the waking hours. Setting stone footage for the foundation she will lay. Pave the gravel paths into stable one way solid road for souls that matter to this fabric integral core.
She makes it to the top floor which is her workshops and private living. Deep cleaning to leave no a wax seal ward behind, ledge editing and having spare time for candle production.
Basic candles for banishment. She had made angelic banishing candles to demons banishment. She had even a few to stop god eaters and undertakers. She looked up at somepoint with realizing her candle cabinet. She smiles and goes about smelling the old time classics. She pets the candles that meant something for her. Be it people candles and places she loved with her heart. She particularly removed her candles that were the memories of her family. They were meaningless by now, the care for what they stood for meant nothing and they are just pleasant smelling candles. These are officially removed from her cursed cabinet.
"Those candles are dangerous." Omens hissed at her sofa. The small guest spot for negotiation or private talks. This top floor is its own contained flat. The centre is half workshops, part kitchen and guest seating.
"You said that already." She locked away the scary candles, with several no longer harmful left out. They are placed on the nearest surface, which is her dinner table which marks the boundaries of kitchen and guest seating. She sank the cursed cabinet into her shadows slowly, settling deep into her abyss pocket storage. She let linger a while with her thoughts. Soft images in her mind about many troubles this cabinet been through. The bottom half is all her recipes across so many lifetimes. The cabinet itself was a haunted object of bad luck attract. When there isn't any sign of it left, she twirls with meeting Omens eyes.
"Miss Marionette, you aren't alive nor are you welcome among humans." She rolled shoulder like she didn't care. She moves around to deep cleaning the kitchen a fourth time. Her lacking huma senses made her aware of missed supernatural phenomenon that humans can not be in contact with.
"Where have you put them?" Demons of the deadly sin gang have come to seek their missing Wrath title hissed beyond ability to hold back themselves. Barged in with Omens and broke her private door to be here. Slamming so much angry energy at the table between her and them; with shattering one her harmless candles on that table. The affect of them doing that meant all the holy ingredients of that candle was in the air, chocking all these demons. The demons are disconnected to the human mages they body borrowed.
"I call rank!" Snarls a veteran oath walker while she used one hand posture to swiftly denies allowance on the sigil, "What does it mean by that some monster of the Abyss has refused my authority!" Which made plenty turn, five people are left standing and all of them were knives out for banishing spirits then for murder fellow humans. All afraid of the darkness and spooked to easy by stupid things. Their experiences to eye out shadow damned positions and potential spirit attacks.
"Mine reads, 'Unable to translate. Rank is outsider and cog ranker. You can not access particular information at this time'." This fella jolted like others as the only doors to the topper floor smashed open again. Leaving just the frame left gapping with flooding other humans. Men of church regal wear defends a holy white rob being of angelic soul origin. Three of the weaker demon guests vanished due to energy proximity and collapse to the floor the himan meat sheilds that tevered them. Another of her candles smashed itself on her dinner table for the excessive energy changes - flamed grey wax into a spray. The last stood candle has alter shades now and hasn't came a flame unlike the frist and second. It's hues into many colours on touch by Omens, being the read of his soul. A celtic knot forming along the wax pattern. She turns away for more poeple watching. She has by this point let the two groups be it demons being detained by lower church men. Some carting away the unconscious ones. She relaxed with more deep cleaning, ignoring them to a point. She was at the deep scraping the draining pipes of the kitchen sink.
"Witch of soul bound contractor." The man of highest divine authority steps around with taking a seat at her dinner table, he makes himself relaxed and at mock ease of the real situation, "We need a talk. To make a deal that is behalf of the royal Glader bloodlines."
She finished her last scrub anyways and felt need to sit. She yoans upon sitting and a finger playing with the flames and wax. She was painting her body language to be uninterested and bored. Only that this man smiles as he see through the ploy. She is listening, and that's more then the other Clothus allow.
"You want a curse to soul remove and force that soul to enact its magic energy at you desires. Especially enslaving the soul to your whims, have them pay the price of bending nature." The holy man smiles that gladly they are on the same page. But it was simply a flicker. He didn't explain his situation to her nor how she came about know this very nesh thing. He wasn't even thinking about it until she said it. He was focused at testing her then the actual proper requirement of the request. He fully wanted to label her as a frued and leave out of here empty. So he can for the church options with the royal Gladers. He frowns and his men prepared to do what it means to remove this witch from her place. But she wafted several oath signs and has all men back off, plenty not wishing to loose their reputation for the greasy coat.
"I am already dead, I know what I do because I am. I do not follow life's way of time." She explained while the last gesture is lowered, "I am simply a ghost. A shell of the former witch you wished dead. Now I am passed without your condolences. Your little plans to murder me for favour is useless. In fact, I think you coming here to be this stupid has just ruined your chances further." She brought to life the room to enact the undertakers spell 'judgment of chains'.
Every human here is feeling the worth sin, guilt and the pains of any victim on themselves. Plenty are gasping at the floor. Several lay on in with body shock. A murderer among screams and barely can crawl distance away from her. As the further they are from the source, the less the spell enacts on the soul.
"What a party trick, is that why they call you a trickster?" The holy man smug with being unaffected. The demons were banished and it is only just Omens hovering about. His not affected either. She waved her left hand to offer a chance to ease this spell of his men. But the pope snarls a bit. Her right hand casts all sorts of spell craft. Be it dimming lights so it is only Omens, herself and the pope. Everyone else is alone in darkness among the clatter of the door repairing itself. The chains snakes around pinning all to feel their resolve eventually. Some do free themselves but sit at the floor with trying to comprehend this revelation.
"The trap door under the rug is a straight pull elevator system to the basement. All those coffins to leave back out were all once souls that been affected by such magic. Most unwilling to have their souls ripped out, broken and taken from them. You should talk to them and ask them what it like to be under someone thumb." She crossed arms and laces many versions of her voice to reach this man which sounded like reverb in some words, "The ash pile on the floor is just me." She reached forwards and forced the man to hold her hands, "You wish to be the bare burden of why this universe will collapse under the power of a shattered broken soul."
She transfered fragment of her soul to spark this man to see her memories. See the pain and suffering. He couldn't get out of the trance, drooling under the vast things she held. Omens forced her to release and this pope was brain fried. Fall off the chair, twitching and convolution. She released everyone else and the light back. They picked up and ran out of here. None looked back, dread seeps colder and cruel. Fear of making an enemy of her - although unknown to them, she has other worries and wider picture to concern with.
"I guess I will have to go." She voiced to Omens with scooping the god vessel under arm, "I will lay the flowers on his behalf. Smooth things while his keeping Philip safe. I will send off my shadows and proxy to paperwork save Daniel housing crisis too." She cast glamour which affected both of them. She slips on spare kit that befits Omens followers while Omens has become a living accessory that warns poeple about her. She takes a little to get into mimicking Mattu walking and any habits he has. She poured in her years of being his ring partner, syntonised soul patterns and smoothed into his avoiding dying walking habits. She leaves her manor with smoothing all the background excuses needed to keep the prince, the servant and Omens only follower off the radar of this collapsing mage country. She knew how to gain outcomes by dreamers or soul reading.
For now, no one suspects her being fake as she the one laying the wreaths of the murdered king and queen caskets. She uses her undertaker way to working the kings paperwork to run the skeleton crew keeping this island mage country at bare minimum death rate. Although there plenty of causality from the power dynamics are enforce and worse more is the tyranny of the highest three factions; the church, the dark arts and the last few related Gladers holding things barely with force. She did the background dirty work of this mage island, she was the runner for report to whomever is the assumed command of the mage courts.
So while prince Philip and his Servant Daniel are out with wiped memories. Lost of family. And are attempting human life beyond mage island. She smoothed all the adoption paperwork trials, she secretly pays hidden expenses or court fees and she sends her Proxy of nightmare freaks to normal people with the intent to make the average person forget Phlilp and Daniel.
She sent any proper information towards Ravenswood in the MAC. Keeping him to be the one occupying the Darkwoods from finding the prince. Waiting for the lads to come of age. She uses her pretend mimic of him as her protect against; other gods, anyone that wishes abyss creatures out form the picture or the sinner demon lord title of Wrath that be seeking his hostile revenge against her. Actually making such a hot headed demon meddle has hindered undertakers from breaking her flawless paperwork. She able to track all these souls everyone including the gods can't seem to seek. It wasn't long for some gods to worked her out, at least old time friends. It would be clear from Omens perception that Eliza is living up to being a meddling Trickster for Chaotic Neutral clearance. He can see how much this back fires on smaller influence mages, such as those not born on the island and yet have magic talent. Those especially in the Mage Cooperative Association, who growing to become new influence to change the island of mages to act among the modern science and cultures beyond itself.
"It is time for the possession to take the dead to the city." She was at the last ends of papers to pass over the land deed to the MAC, since she knows crossing to the city of the dead is a no return for her. She has even moved the broken down oath guild. With new gate set up at the city of the dead; this fixed that lost guild problem to location for better convention. In doing so has wiped the back traces the prince and any suggestions of Ravenswood left in the palace.
This particular severs to stub the toe of the uncle Marcus Darkwoods Glader and the several nosy body gods that have no reason to meddle with mage royal affairs. She can excuse Omens and Erebus as they are patrons. There is the few magic based goddesses clinging too. But anyone else is too much.
Although, she is plenty aware that this true title of death has stakes with his water life wife at the city of the dead. She isn't sure how much death is in the know and if the goddess is in hiding from death. There are tragic god stories that arent always clean rating for kids. In knowing Death's distrust of Tricksters is anything to measure, then his hatred of being cheated is worse. In some tomes they work things out, godly or fairytale is really just how screwed the way things end are. She hasn't seen any suggestions that death is aware of soul mate existence, let alone feel cheated by the other half to the true title of life itself. She has made plenty of attempts for Omens to break persona and fill her on gods perspective of his home realms. This version of Omens isn't aware she knows about the gods in such a broken knowledge way. There seems a lot of this as the longer she mimics Matthew. The more self aware of her cursed knowledge is coming handy. She able to bend rules to mimic divine magic and really lean into being a darker version of Mattu. Even Omens has mistaken them.
She currently acts as a close aid should for this mage kings corpse. Being someone to shoulder the casket to lift it into the transport boat. MAC agents nod ticking off identities. One very observed agent had a double take, peering to a grey feathers shape shifter then of her lowering the casket. Omen jumps off her and began bird coos to the real Matthew. With the straps securing the coffins and guards watching - plenty backed off dismissed for now. She backs away and bows accordingly with respect to the royal couples corpses. Plenty being used to the oddball nature ignore her. She stays this way with how she felt Mattu is here watching her a rinf as him. To be exact it is their first encounter in a very long time, he might have been reborn and wipped of memories of her. Gladly his soul knows her and treats her with arms length caution per always.
"You're everywhere I look even when I don't want you to be." She sees their feet and figured from the curse. She tastes the human emotions and deep darkness of a guilty past weighing this soul, "Can we have a moment? I know you know where they went. You were the last to see them."
She crossed her arms and slowly drifted with measuring the man. Sizing up this man's weaknesses and a little to the butterfly creature that landed on his shoulder. She was quick snap and killing the blood wing butterfly off him. Making an awkward hid of her hand at her back swiftly after. A blank expression and even duller assessment of this party.
"Joshua. The enslaved." Her natural voice spoke at frist but he didn't hear her at all. So she play a pretend cough and rolls to Matthew's voice, "Lap dog of the darker side of his ex-majesty. The dirty hands of his brother." She barely let's past the brim of the classic hat that slow off set smile, she gave it because of how Joshua measuring her temper as Matthew, "Telling you anything or even the slightest suggestions is a guarantee endangerment. For as much as I wish to trust you, your face isn't yours. I don't trust those clay pale spies." Her acidic blooded hand smears in play pinched the clay mask of damned worn over Joshua's face. Leaving a burning chemical ripple that made the real own of this mask scream and be distracted from topic, "I am not Matthew." She warns quickly and them plays back to being Matthew smoothly in cleaning her hand of the mess with a rag, "I see the chains that bind and that there is no freedom." She plays these words off as some vague fortunes tell habit, "But there is someone that can share or even shatter these binds." The mask recovers enough and has caught this misinformation, "there is a price strike, blood of one that casts or a sacrifice of your blood payment." Joshua is pale and steps down with fleeing from her strangeness. He gazed deeply in confirmation for what she warned and she winks playful. He shivers not being used to the implications of a flirt from someone he thought a man. The damned mask snarls being disgusted by a flirting male. Joshua leaves away and she stares blankly of the boat. Staring to the horizon. A sky that boundless and full; baring the illusion of time before and after. Setting suns and raising moon. She stands guarding the corpse loyalty.
"I don't know how you do it, that unless you are not him." Marcus Darkwoods breaks into the moonlight, stepping shadow and drips of generational cursed bloodline. He smirks of the casket being not what his brother requested.
"I wouldn't want to put a sinner in a neater box then his divine beloved wife. It was extensively voted on and concluded that swapping boxes was best." She plays her part at knowing to avoid a set distance and to dislike the man. Matthew has his ways of while still being a duty bound sort, has small ways of disobedience in minor inconvenience, "If your concern is where the souls went, you might have to consult the dirty side of darkness." She of course has to follow royal etiquette in bowing in greeting but she didn't wait to he told to stand. She want a bit far at stepping around defensive to match Marcus offense to breach private bubble.
"Oh? You're aren't him. He wouldn't told me something that I couldn't even get gods to do." Marcus takes pause of his feet game, "Erebus couldn't track the boys, the queen or my brother. Death can't open the tome of Gladers names due to a seal. Omens has always never favoured me. So what are you follower of?" He was fine emotions contorl until now, "You burnt my face a moment ago."
"Oh? So your the chains tever?" She tuts with posing a mocking laughed hand, "That makes sense of what fate has waiting for you." Her eyes staring at the threads representing the lives he will kill and the one life that will take his. The way he uses Joshua to cut other people's threads. She see the blood soaking sinner chains and the debt to be paid full upon dropping to hell. She stares so much in silence, she nearly forgot time wasn't stood still.
"Who are you!" Marcus attempting magic but she back handed it to disburse with no visible casting made. She has to be dutiful defended the casket on this ship; sweep kick taking Marcus to the floor and a little extra at booting the man to the ship wall. She casts her own flare of magic, using the salt air to from a ice spear and at stance readies for a fight, "This thing is an imposter! Seize it!" Confused mages stand to defend but it is the snap of the real Matthew to shape shift. He that lands between her and Marcus. She obeying let down defence and let the salt air ice spear back to air.
"There is only so much a ghost allows herself to do." Matthew voices caution at her.
"If that's what you believe, beloved bird man." She snickers, "Kicking a royal was improper but he was putting a very nasty art on the coffin." She cleanses the curses away, "Demon soul contract." She shows the evidence, "Just another sick man enslaving other souls. Using them souls as inefficient magic caster battery juice."
"The church head on the main land has been dealt with." Omens huffed.
"So where are they?" Ravenswood asked.
"Depends how you wish to choose to believe me. Sure they are gone but they are able to come back. This space and time is a set predictions. My input does nothing to change how and why." She smiled blankly as business per always, she steps around being his back. Leaned a little for his warmth and off him as she could tell the discomfort. She did slip a moment of being sad that he doesn't see eye to eye. She wasn't trusted as much as she hopes.
"If someone is going the be able to break the rules of even gods, it would take from something that knows beyond the boundaries of our tome." Omens inputs, "She has the same soul language as you, she know you personally enough to had fooled me a few times." Omens huffed, "If I wanted to put trust on who to believe, even if she speaks nonsense. I believe her."
"Oh Omens. That's so nice of you. It's has to go in the top ten things I have ever heard you say good about me." She holds hand at her heart, "Your fear of me and my knowledge is valid. But you trust me. That makes me purr."
"Ugh... just don't start petting me like one them god eaters." Omens fluffed and she gave a soft nod of the command. And instead leans her head to brush his wing which awkwardly body protects Matthew from some sly attack from Marcus. She smiles with a few blood drips from her mouth.
"Dont break the order of things!" Death is a quick man to hate being cheated.
"Its not Omens that breaks things." She speaks openly at death in his language. And although no one can see death, is plenty aware she is indeed able to speak to gods. The sword stuck through her back and end up through her lung. Marcus punched the floor in how his shadow sword trick is wasted.
"Who are you?" Death hissed and by now she figured out that the gods are in a era of barely knowing how to properly be gods. This death isn't even the slightest aware of mistakes in the tome or soul damage problems. He a one man army, not a realm full of hired hands. She can't impose criticism if this is just how this universe preferences it's ways.
"I have been killed with a weapon that is used to slain gods like you." She explained to death, "You don't want to break the cursed seal on accident. Or are you intending to meddle in human affairs. Especially mages that break the order of nature." She body blocked another attack, "You kill my man and I will have the right to revenge." She warns, "I will devour every last name until I am satisfied, death of many faces. You that carry many names. You gave enough names to make a god feast for more then just me alone."
"This abyss creature has more abilities to break more laws. So maybe you need to come to a term of a pact." Omens chirps in.
"Sweet words." She voiced with affirming the idea, "What is dead can't die again." Death felt cold by her comment and likely triggering some godly values. He wanted to object but his more aware the a lot more at stake.