No more damned
"What exactly gives you the right to add souls of dark nature? You had to make them up." The thinly dressed in linens lady hissed right down an ear of a chipped surface porcelain figure. The tortured fella was beyond recognized manner with the enter surface chipped in all manners of ways. If you didn't know any better, this was a beautiful woman whispering into a statue. She however isn't a nice lady, a big nail was through her left hand which is part of some circuit network of electric wiring. She has him frying out his nervous system. The stump of what was a right hand is constantly tapping in slamming harder if he doesn't answer her.
For a pretty woman, she was so hyperfocused on her torturing that she assumed that her friend came back with the spear. Not even looking Luna's way, standing back with a big smile. She puts herself on the switchboard, turning it off. The poor monarch lowers or looked away, he doesn't know Luna. He acts sealed to a terrible fate.
"A shame that the spear is here. It means that we have what we want. You are no longer needed." Hands-on hips and a long disappointed sigh, "Clearly this place isn't difficult as it makes it out to be." She snaps gingers like that was the command. Luna playing along up to this point was poised right in ready. The finger snaps again annoyed that things weren't happening.
"I don't know what this spear does but sure. Stick them in the pointy end." Luna muttered and pierced the lady's heart from the back. The spear sunk through like butter and slowly the handle was pulled through. This woman coughed a little, blue liquid blood streams through her mouth. This woman turns to face, snapping her torso and falling in clumps of pages. The pages shattered in all directions.
Luna having experienced being turned into tome pages in this method also knew to start picking the pages up. Began piles and purposely not in the correct order. She leaves no page untouched and binds them in black-painted talisman bindings. She has sewn the pages incorrectly to prevent origami attacks. With the threat neutralized, for now, she makes quick work of freeing the monarch. Removing the power supply and chain conductors. She ducked with the sudden hand reaching fast at going for her neck. He scrambles to stand in defensive mode, a wild scan of all directions. They both jolted to the sound of the big bang, the guy with tools was free. She looks around frantic and the monarch took a moment of reading the situation. The way the binding is on the now turned into pages woman. This total stranger released him from the electric chair. The sheer panic for escape they both shared in showing she hadn't a plan. She wasn't afraid of the monarch, stepping closer to him and even at a protective stance to have him at her back. The poor man was very confused. She takes a sharp grapple of his arm and pulled them both away to a direction she has been to yet. She throw them to hide at an angle as big beef stomps blood dripped into where they came from. She makes them both start running towards the mirror and looks back. The big guy was coming. She however wasn't going to trust the mirror. She took her whole body weight it ejecting it off the hinge set up and having it smashed. She makes it scatter all inconvenient sections, so even a smashed surface isn't transferring. The runic spell the mirror used isn't in shape of its fallen placement. She makes a jolt of freaking out with the monarch acting of his own, picking up stuff in here. She was very confused of why he thought she needed to hold a tome. She gently forced him to hold it and not on her. She picks him up as he is and carried them both through the crystallized stopped time area. As expected he is frozen of shape. Unable to move in the crystal without her. She found many undertakers she freed to only move while in her direction touch of skin. Afraid of being followed by the enemy, she hide a few times as she tries to remember how to get out of here. She also stole spare articles of anyone to cover the monarch, in attempting some decency and dignity. She came around back at the pile but none of the both hand gang is here. She makes adjustments and jumps them both up put of this imprisonment. Upon making through to a no crystallized zone which donuts around the thicker crystallized entry into isolation. The thin areas beyond the donut was exits further out of this.
"Do you have any idea who I am? or why they were torturing me?" He asked with now holding the tomes he took from there close. She clearly avoided them and that was a red flag for the guy. She sighed.
"I only need to care if your the monarch or not." She huffed crossed arm. As always again, no a word got through to him. Just mute and body language. He glares more and she signed asking, 'You crown?'
"I don't trust you to tell you anything, even if that is living human signing." She can at least be in relief he recognized that. The relief in her gesture made him tilt, "What is a living human doing here?" She folded arms in annoyance for such a question and stares the way through she knew from. The bit of wood as a tester now dropped from the ceiling narrowly missing them both for being so close. She huffed in getting ready again to go back in. He stops her with a hand at her shoulder, "You are going to get hurt doing that?" She shurgs and removed hand off. She has this way of disgusted expression in her body language. He tilts in furthering his thoughts. He looks around at this small space he can only act in. Began to walk around circling and was back around. He could from an angled approach see she hasn't a face under the veil. He looks at the tome at hand, posing the sort of question to it. The book being a fragment of the tome, when opened then slams closed.
'I no name there.' She gestures.
"There is always been recorded everywhere and everything. You don't just suddenly appear without entry." She nods at agree but then follows with pretend of removing a page. Seemingly handing it off. She sees his expression sink. She gently nods and she pointed to herself. She followed with gestures he would know from repairing the tomes. He raised a brown but the sorrow it written in the frown. She waved at no name in the book. That she tries.
"You fell out of time itself?" She nods, "Someone gave away your soul name from the tome... which by all matters is illegal and breaks fundamental principle. Did you are least know who gave away your name?" She certainly did and he had to pose surrendered defence. The book floats in patterns of methodical thinking. She turns to the book and clearly speaking at it, it heard her fine and it replies fine. Showed her a page that she didn't even look at for reading she softly notes the section chapter and nothing else. She sighed in relief. She doesn't need to go back in, this guy is indeed the monarch. She reached into herself, posed away for some privacy and removed out the dagger.
"You are joking me?" She shurgs at such a expression. He looks at the hole of the ceiling and this dagger key. At her hand and how she holds it to him, "You don't know how that works." She continued at presenting it, "She is certainly one of a kind." Taking it and used it how it was intended. She side back watching as he made the dagger into the key and shattered the crystal into time sand. This time sand dust caked everything. The gateway is open and all the trapped were able to act. Time flows and eventually prime undertakers got themselves out and in bowing to their monarch. Now time acted, his surface skin was perfectly carved and humanoid. He has plenty of colour pigments that tone matched a human. If she didn't know better, that looked like a runway or underwear model. The mental impact of the tortured he been through has show scars and his right eye was fragmented in the socket - ruining the illusion.
"I can recognize a Seer when there is one." She is picked up by the scruff and throw to hang at a crystal time wall. She certainly was afraid and was trying to get the hands off her. She practically was kicking them in such a survivalist scramble. It was sheer luck that she flinched a way of hitting the wrist joint, releasing her without thier control. She scrambles backwards through the crystal, getting a breather away where they can't touch her immediately. The big beefed buffoon was punched hard in her honor. A big argument began about her and was silenced with the king's wave.
"We have to respect that not only Curiosity trust her with the key. That she has an abnormal method of walking through time stopped crystal. She doesn't know our way, evidenced by the sheer fact she found me and gave me the key." The monarch looks around at the shocked expressions, "She could have used her ability to steal the tomes in my office, but no. She actually refused to touch tomes." He used this dagger key in breaking the crystal corridor she is in. She steps back a little afraid of what he intended. She been really unable to trust that first guy and this meant these guys too.
"See girl, you did this realm a favour. You should ask them for some compensation for this." She moved evading the demon from before. The watcher of before bowed before the king, the relief and painful worry was all over.
"Lucille... I will have to guess with you being here would mean that humanity fell." The demon gives respect but shurgs at such statements, "So your territory is also invaded."
"You lot are the last undertakers. Others adapted, execution or whatever the sliverstone empire does to souls." The angel leans at a wall nearby, "I would be afraid of trusting anyone and all here, little girl. There is some of us still owned by our masters." She softly steps away from them all, she is afraid already enough, "We don't know how you able to hide your soul. But you should keep doing that." The turned of many undertakers that were shocked to hear such a thing.
"The seam of dreamlands isn't being repaired." The floating books pulled pages into an acting human figure and with hands at waist glares her way.
"Ragnor is running around. I don't want to trap them. His one my favorites." She clearly spoken at the the book and it nods understanding this reply.
"Of course you use fake names." It huffed.
"You gave my name away, or rather you allowed my father to do that. You are at equal blame for what happened to me. Just as it was my fault to leaving." She hissed and moves away. She evaded anyone attempting to block her. Disappeared in shadows, putting all uneased of staring all directions for where she could appear from.
"She resents that the veil of perception allowed that her stolen soul name was handed to a tome outside of my boundaries." The tome continued concludes, "Her father... His name is in the core index." Pondering deeply, "He gave her name away?" The stop of having a bad cross of energies made flows within pages and in turn looked outwards in worry, "What are those? Why are they here? Why do I have no way to catalogue such souls?"
"Pardon the intrusive nature, but she meant to be a Seer." The undertaker that was against her before huffed.
"She took her mother's maiden names over being a Seer. The collective of dream watchers has a prolong bloodline in such names." The taps of it filtering pages, "Must mean she has a dream name then." It posed open hand of going about opening the dream section. It tilts in shock, there is no dreamlands. The third and fourth attempts. Dreams have craved existence among real. The fears manifested by mortals have flesh and bone. The creatures of why undertakers can stay in living realms have become broken through the perception veil and exist. But that isn't the worst... Its that there is no dreamlands that protects the unknown from touching reality. That laws shatter the moment the unknown steps into the core of this universe, a fragile state to be in. Collapse of existence itself should have happened.
"Is there a problem?" The monarch draw length soft tone at asking.
"If you are the king of this territory and you found your realm has broken and bleed into the living world. What do you do?"
"Use the existing surviving members to blend in and coexistence. Form a plan to reverse it or make do with what this universe gives." A logical solution and wise plan. It's not thought through but at least there is concern thought behind such a situation.
"So there are multiple kingdoms and speices of this hypothetical realm. As before, this collapses into the existence and conversion has set in for all that was. The void of what was is no longer protecting existence." The tome posed hands of trying to bring about the concept into flexing minds around it, "This collapse allows creatures like God eaters to be living aminals in living territory. The damage they cause among humans. One of many example creatures that shouldn't exist. Dementors, the soul-snatchers and dream Lords. All these beings we have problems."
"All have adapted into living realm existence and importantly thier law of survival. Some types will gather and others will eat each other. If the humans have fallen, radiation from power plants and volcanic events. Natural events like fires, flood and draughts. Weeding the weak from the strong." Curiosity is able to comprehend past then the rest because his been to the living realm and nearly dies often from it, "Dementors are more like friends and trade allies. If you can get past the stench they have. I guess that is what she called corpse walkers." The terrified expressions turn at how causally lace he puts that.