Small closet, rope to her arms at her back and covered in holy charms. Her shadow hidden shrunk small at herself. Cut in small pokes. Sedititives. The current mission had it success but she was betrayed and left as a decoy for others escape. Now this gang was trying to make her talk to find out the deal.
"Is she dead yet?" For once it's not the family cult but clearly by the salt. They dealt with demon possession and damned of living status. They are organised and made of the same wealth. This is some human group hired with bribes that wasn't money.
"Barely alive, as you asked." The gang member takes a call from his boss, he listened deeply and hung up. He takes a gun from his subordinates belt, four shots. Chest, legs and middle. Why didn't he give me a quicker death? Why always my torso and lower abdomen?
"Sorry I can't shoot a pretty face." She lays at her own pool, "Leave it there. We have what we need." As per always she uses her nightmare forms to make these men scream out of here. A bunch of little sissy girls.
"Collect the corpse before the time shuffle." She felt this cold before, I met other Enders recently, so it would have to be him. She couldn't help but feel welcome in the cold. The sheer act of her drawing her last in his arms and made this undertaker freak out. As he shouldn't have lifted a living human, even at this close to dying. If she was even that bit alive, he only phase through her as a ghost. But she altered from human to undertaker as he touched her. Being both alive and dead as he stood up right.
"Eliza?" The death god vessel making sure, "The book holder?" He checked again and approached up to them, "Your human name must be transferred." He tells her, "I can't remove this soul from this corpse."
"And why are you telling her?" This Ender huffed.
"I will do it later." She speaks gentle and leans into enjoying the cold embrace, "I leave a decoy corpse for the humans." Her nightmare lifted a pervious tome corpse from shadow storage. Suited gun shots. It's plenty enough. DNA match too. Death can only accept this outcome and leaves for the next. The Ender carries her through the disc and instantly drops her to the floor, since it would disturb human crime investigation if he dropped her in the human realm.
She lays coughing the blood but then also lost it mentally. Laughing at the floor, rolling to her side holding the bullet wounds. The blood being altered into tome pages and inks. The broken tome was now summoned up and collecting her corpse flesh for material to repair and expand itself. She is left as just bone and clay at the floor now.
"And what freak of nature are you crawled from?" He kicked her side lightly not in harm but to stop her laughing. Aimed her arm joint, being soft about it.
"Curiosity, don't ask her questions." His king hissed, "Miss Ace, when you have finished grasping some sense of sanity. The crests of crown want you reporting in." She takes some time to adjust herself, a few moments of calming down and goes to standing. She finds instead her legs stood without her upper half. So she had to shadow clothus herself, pulling the ripped fabric to solidify her to a undertaker enough shape. The crowd backing away but the king and Curiosity. That reaper tried to soul removeme. Can't fault a man trying to do his job.
"Mmm, I do question what the meaning of having sanity exactly means. My sight and way of being makes me confused." She soon takes pull of the broken tome, "Excuse me book, I need my human name moving." It does that for her, "Yeah that works. I am yours." She puts the book back as her flesh, "where was I? Yes... trading." She makes several posturing hand poses and a soft bow, "Of service what do you or the crown require?" She unfazed of being back up right and looking at the manifest of the crown creature.
"Check in with the crowns as a shadow then." It wafted her away, "Don't bother us. Don't even listen to my host."
"That's rude." She notes, "But I understand." She turned softly, "If you are in need of me too... I am not hard to find, I know you." She brushed Curiositys face, "Don't be so sad." He slaps her hand away, "You haven't changed of being cautious." She purred and takes the necklace off, dropping it to him, "The god of Omens is after this soul. Maybe not ignoring the bird is not wise choice." He was going to remove it but completely turned blank at looking a direction. She pats his left shoulder with a smug warm smile, "Loved by Omens and didn't know it." She softly steps away now, "I suspect you will be faced with problems for bringing me across." She twirls and pulls a file of papers from sigils window, "Quiet a mess." She twirls with shadow steps and blended gone from them all. The crown hissed in shock she had the file of inquiry for the case they were managing.
She uses shadows to evade time waster folks and folks it ill intentions. She softly was slipping past royal guards of four kingdoms in a shared grand hall. Melting as living art along the wall and slipping to whisper at the ear of the creatures she needed to report to. She spoke plenty of details it needed to know. From the flex of dreams, the recovering of no man land showing soul growth and the soft smaller ranks of the realms making roots among. Humans profiting and prayer has strengthen. The desolation will be soon erased.
"The lands will left and the underneath will be prime soul and material metal harvest." The crown purrs of this being soon.
"There is a group of red hand human hybirds digging already, they taking the top soil reach." She added.
"It be fine. There was a god soul squished, that's the goal for us. They can have the minor ones." She bows of the crowns wisdom and steps around to whisper to either host or crowns. The things they wished of her. She is shadow of all these crowns then just her main monarch. Having seen monarch of king shock handling the court that tangles with her human life, he isn't here. The throne chair is empty.
"Ace, what is the court that the new monarch of our alliance playing games of?" All of the room asked her and she moved to kneel at the stage front for them. She checked and noticed plenty a thing. A dreamer warned of not over sharing.
"It has some direct issue with me personally. It ties to the humans that meddle in shared affairs. King Shock will handle this with grace. Be it maybe the next host too, as this case is long-term. Humans whom can argue in the courts." She bows as that is enough and they all took turn of comments and what they wish from it.
Some for and others against. Internal conflict was soon to break, but handled with asking if any working against King Shock being no longer of the allience. Three crowns of 5 left. One left since they wanted the clothus glory. One leaves with ties to these humans. The last didn't say why, but she suspects a red hand marker is of them. Red hands are neutral.
"Although they left, you are to shadow the crown of spider, " The neutral crown, of which she bows and softly leaves. Catching up to the monarch of spider. She slips to their shadow and rides the conversation it speaks to his host. She slips to the crowns shadow then the host, as its the crown she's more caring for.
"The members digging now need to hurry before the land lift." So she figured red hands were tied to the spiders. Spiders always seem attached in previous life events. Spies against, she once thought, "Eliza Fallown Seer is no longer available or for hire."
"Mmm... but I am still a hire from the sigil guild system. I don't always work of the crowns orders." She slips with walking along crowns side, "I may have died as a human by gun shot and bleed out. But I am stable as a wild card. Even of a court setting; I have always been my own side due to the nature of the tome of broken pages and shattered souls." The monarch and his crown being posed of touching her arm to stop her, "But I love my close family. I can't always aid them how I want, but I do my hopeful best. Even if it means giving them passage to where needed." The spider slowly looks about and tugged her to hide. She complied with shadow return.
"The tome of enders has began to be restless once again. The title we fear for is king shocks puppy. The red hands are folks we own favours to. To many a time they aided us in return of human comfort or human issues." She understands that the spiders are ensured in a spider killers hands.
"Marucs is the top master of his tome, bending his universes will as he pleases. He has to play nicely as he in love with his brothers wife. She is her own Ender, her tome fallen by the war of brothers. Lastly is the current mage king a host too, the brother that won his war and contorl his world to hide the existence of mages from the rest. The son and servant are broken enders of tomes inlace of each other. Madness reigns thier tomes. Our Ender is unique too. He made the truce of enders. The title is self aware and sometimes enact without his host. Where the five others are their title. Host and title fight often. So the title sometimes uses another body host to do its jobs if the rightful host refuses." She whispered it all to the spiders and they take freeze, "Handling Ender titles sort of happened for me."
She turned silent as the spider is approached by its men. They report the humans return to human world safe and the harvest of metals obtained. They report the murder of Eliza. From her autopsy, the crime sight investigation and impact of devastating news for the other members about her loss. Arrises the biggest issue was her name is missing from the tome of death. She didn't just die. She was transferred into a book that there is no access of. Not even a god can seek it.
"Worry nothing of the Noctorm Empress. She watches her loved ones afar and not the play pawn of gods." The spider tells his men, "She informed me herself of things. I suspect she did knowing we are allies of her family. Continue side watching the case this king Shock is managing and keep a distant eye of the human mage world." Bowing and leave, "You should shadow the pew of your court case soon. As soon they ask summons of you. Assuming they don't think you erased." She bows of this and slips away to take short cuts to the court house. She lifted among the court wolves, doing exchanges with them and enjoying the entertainment the judge provides.
"Although you have put yourselves to defend in case of court file to the human murder of Miss Fallown. It will seem she isn't making any moves at filing against you for her murder. Nor does she make any act against the undertakers that meddled in the affairs. No inquiries of motion to have this settled by us. She refuses the free use of provided lawyers and has always been her own side." The judge lifted to check and looks down as her seated on the fence floor with wolves as cushions, "Can I assume you are content of all these things?"
"Indeed. My beef is more with the Ender folks but even then I have not active actions to take meddling affairs. I have no concern of these events. Murder is against the one that paid for my assassination. I haven't revenge for them. The victims of previous deaths have a much louder outcry then me." The judge pondered this.
"May you stand for them even if not yourself?" He asked.
"Does court need that?" The judge nods and so she stands petting her animals. She gently takes seat to the accusing side. In her being there, suddenly many damned bring paperwork and seated at her sides. So many voiceless and pained victims. She removes a thermo of brewed tea and gets comfortable seated as the translator for these victims.
"On behalf of..." She checks among these damned and they whisper her what needed, "of the victims to the gang of hybird humans that slain these folks to meat chunks and fed the oceans depths. All 62 victims between human year 2000 to current are filing evidence against the members. These hybird beings have no place among human society." She paused, "Having broken laws of Noctorm too... given their true status that wasn't disclosed to court." She back forwards, "These victims plea this court to restrict the wealth and operations of this gang. Noctorm would likely wish to congratulate the mock humans for some success and is
disappointed of their failure to prevent them being public domain." She sips tea at that.
"Hiding ones nature is not allowed unless there is sanity reason for not allowing so." The judge gavel commands and the perception is shifted these mock humans show themselves to be jawed monsters of sea. Mermen but more fish of trenchs abyss then man. They hiss and squeal in rage of being called out. Posed fingers of demanding it of her back. Of which it was the wolves the shivered and whimper.
"No... please not. Beg lady. Mustn't." She sips tea as the damned at her side slide fear at her.
"At ease little cubs. I am not showing off my broken nature. I am fine as the mock undertaker I am." She refills the tea. She soon felt her throat tighten and gently she smiles. The crown in her began, "Best to leave my abyss form to its duty of protective shroud then trival nothings." Very soon this crown had plenty to slip about her tongue. Sliding the misconduct of the fish men being careless to not take her corpse as food for their starving population. The sheer mistake on them. Desperate to have to take action to eat each other. From how she knew from tome to the lacking souls she expected. She voiced how cunning they been played for as idiot fish men.
"Pawns by another's hands." The judge has figured it all out, "We will have the executioner around to avenge the victims. Does this satisfy?" Plenty of damned are and most want to see this before leave. Its answer enough. The wolves take the heads of the fish men and lay these tributes for their lady. The last surviving fish men is sent home to report to its folks. Plenty of damned are released and a new set seated. She listened to them.
"These wish to file again Marcus Glader. Brave souls." She voiced to the judge. Quickly Marks legal team are seated and empose objection. She shrugs with the judge of how quick that happened. He slams end to the fish man case and three times for break before court case moved to the next issue. During the break more paperwork was being gone through, a inflexible amount of evidence is being table places. All the bits to do with her murder, and quickly seated at her sides was her grandfather, brother and lawyers of higher ranks. Plenty of victims of the same murder as her. So they aren't just here for her. She continued her tea and mute as her human life was.
"You are a brave strong man with a unwavering heart. You acted as you did from the orders given to you. I hope you strong enough to face a man of the same caliber. An Ender is someone that does mercy when no one else will." The crown took her voice.
"I am proud of you being a powerful person. Standing to use it for resting those that couldn't act. I appreciate the concern but this guy has messed with the wrong people."
"And you aren't concerned that he did some this for his brother?" She asked and he peers confused, "They are their own tome boundaries and most of these fairs fall outside of our concern." She felt the doors groan and creak. The entire galley looking back as the court opens to several titles of ender making walk to seat for this case. She puts away the tea now. King Shock now seated on this table with them. Turned in shock of her seated so indifferent.
"Like they have any powers to do anything." Mark sneers.
"Careful what you say. Someone can translate this language and use it against us." His brother dark snaps as they sit to the table needed. Philips mask slips around and soon seated at her feet. It felt safe by her. There an interesting commotion of a hissing birds soon landing at the judges table. The jury gallery sudden fill of all other souls along those pews.
"Why the hell are you seated there? There are some ascpets against you too." This was snapped at her by a young Ender, whom is helping the mask of Philp away from her, "Damn corpse eater."
"Don't insult the real ones." She retorted, "Maybe be sure to know me better." She posed hand, "I might pluck you for your shell for a laugh, little Ender." She tilts of narrowing him, "Don't think that I would give you a fine discount the next trades if you wish to dirty me in hate. God material isn't cheap and I am one the best for sourcing purity without breaking law."
"Creep." He hissed with trying to drag Philip away from her.
"No, if I am choosing sides. I would rather not piss of the Ender that contorls these worlds. She isn't just some joke you think she is. There arent many whom pluck souls from God eaters. I can't stop counting the many a time she repaired and saved our gods. Please don't go against them."
"The half torn Ender of Phil isn't wrong to fear what he does. Removing him from the corpses of hell was quiet... a long process. Given how the clothus turned that universes many layers of hell into a meat factory. None of the good organs were there. So disappointed." She voiced in recalling.
"Miss Trixie... please be nice to them." Philip pleads.
"Its up to the titles mood. Not me." She huffed, "Currently prattling with Omens over ownership of the soul to the host. Needing the soul for some dark practice or vague measure of opening a rift distortion. Really he should have just asked me. I am happy to rip things across space time." That there was a instant snap of the two bird soon landing at her front. One wobbles happy she was willing to do something crazy for him. Omens hissing at her in retort that this will being unwelcomed terror fron beyond time.
"Shhh.... Omens. Easy about the monsters of the abyss. They look tasty. If you scare my prey form me, I will eat you instead." Closing Omens beak at force.
"Your still here. I am so glad you are." The Ender title all over her, wings holding her right hand, "You remember things. I don't have to explain myself again." She huffed in petting the title.
"Yeah yeah. Broken soul stuff." She plucked it up and it shifted to a mask, smiling wide and happy, "What exactly are we eclsiping here? Are we conjoined the courts of the tomes for a stable time?" It shakes.
"Break hole to make the gods scream." It smiles.
"That's boring." She huffed in looking to the mask, "Although murdering them is equally a dull task. We tried the god eater method. Now we have my fluffy thing as deaths vessel." She puts the mask at the table at her front, "Maybe we should rase the apocalyptic level of terror to the god realm."
"Are you a clothus?" It asked.
"I was once." She replies, "they didnt taste good."
"Don't eat me again." Philip kneeling at her front in fear. Having translating her meaning in fear.
"Wow, what did you do to that guy?" The mask asked.
"I guess I ate you too at the time. I was fighting a time breaker and so I didn't loose things. I ate them. I think he had a terrible time of being devoured as a human and mask." She huffed. She stops holding Omens as she did and eased as the judge slams gavel. She stopped hearing all around her and was sending her darkness to make rift. She sets it all ready.
"Where is proof that we murdered anyone of these beings!" Plenty stood to voice and yet she then stood up. She gives a wink at the ender title mask and she torn a rift along the ceiling of this court room. By the shift of laws, the place was soon aligned and a mass of corpses lay on the evidence table. She got up, climb over the table to get to the other side. She twirls checking the crowds but soon picked up example corpses. Sometimes a little dance with the corpses. She seems to have some sort of strange game in the middle of this serious case. She has corpse puppeteers stand the worst corpses and instructions to the lizard creatures that of they do a good job. They can keep the corpses as payment.
"How dare you! That the very laws the gods have told us to never shatter!" Clothus among the crowd hiss. Having outed themselves, those folks were being attacked right then among the gallery pews. No one else be her can see the real thing. Not even the clothus themselves can see it.
"A small fish ate some bait." She flicked disappointment. She lifted her own corpse from among the pile, "Oh. That's where this version of me died. I died in court." She does a bunch of strange things with her corpse. Making sure it is hers. Checking birth marks, cause of death and organs. She checked the teeth and sees this version of her past life was a mimic human. Or at least that tome had other species of humans among homosapien. Once she satisfied and sealed up this corpse to her storage in a nailed coffin. She back in elbow deep corpses on the evidence table.
"What is attacking me?" The mage king and brother trying to not be devoured by a creature outside of space and time law. Begging for help. But any that try aren't able. Only enders are law excused to be terrorised by it.
She has finally began squirming a fight with something using the corpse pile. She was riding its back as it pulls away the camouflage. She claws and harvests the best parts of it. She at one point was using her full strength to peel flesh, leg kicking the flesh away from the bone as she prying it slowly. Black gore goo has sprayed over the judge and folks at the tables.
"Hey!" A spare podium shifted shape, "I wanted that!" Donot contract and break soon a shape of human enough to hiss at her.
"I give you all of it. I just want the black blood." She shouted back over to the donot.
"Oh, well OK then." The donot breaks to best hold down this beast of hunt with her. As the corpse puppet lizards with collecting the blood in jars. The liquid is more oobleck in nature. To collect was by slapping it solid and quickly scooping it. The court has taken cover and suspended all conversation until this situation was over.
She high fives the fighters of this hunt and all turn laughing at the enders whom are loosing the fight to a small fry. The donot going to save the little enders from a terrible death. She pays the corpse puppet lizards for their help and time. Gifting metal scraps in exchange for jar black stuff. The donot takes the rest of the corpse deeper to the beyond.
"Are you done making everyone fear in terror?"
"It was the ender that wanted this rift open. I was just pest control." She faces Curiosity wearing the ender mask, "Bringing corpses from outside tomes was going to have unwelcome pests." Poking his chest about it, "But hey. Snagged in 8 jars. Not bad."
"I am so conflicted." He groans with headache, "What was this thing trying to eat Mark?" She shakes at not having an answer, "Fine then what was the thing in the corpses?"
"That was... well actually you don't want to know that either." She concluded quickly, "But here... have a jar. It's your fault." She gifted him a jar.
At the second he touched the jar. It changed black to crystal clear. The mass inside is the realm substance that undertaker realms use as portal gate. He stares about this jar for a long time. He knew what this jar contained now. He slowly up at her and with fear. Takes off her fake mask. Instead of a face underneath her fake make, it's a hole. Darkness and empty. He backed away.
"Teixeira please. Please repair the rift." Philip at her feet, hands holding her leg and as low as possible.
"It had use." She turned softly and her claws began plucking to mend the rift. Gentle and smoothing the perception shifted back to as it was. Everyone settled back to their seats. Marks side slumped at their tables still reeling from that fighting. She stays seated as Curiosity held her on the seat. Hands at her shoulder and afraid of her slipping his grasp.
"Well now we reviewed the corpse evidence and had a side interruption. I ask the Jury of a satisfied conclusion to what laws need to be enacted."
"I shall be taking her as a partner, thus any words of her is against our combined titles." The majority of the jury know about his title and those that don't know hers. So there was plenty of other things to finalise before what to do with Curiosity and Eliza. Yet there is no evading taking punishment of laws broken from Eliza and Curiosity. Court endangerment and illgeal living human crossing. She pays the fines for her end of sins. He was appointed to be her benefactor while she settles. Assuming she hasn't anything.