Rebound

She gladly gives up the portions needed for her human existence to be reborn in the time flow. Watching her name being written into the tome of living. Further was that she notes that she is back to the same historical events that shape her. Always Born in North America and eventually taken across the pond to Great Britain. But it's the detail that matters. Is she disabled like before? No. She has full use of her powers too, able to see and it was OK to see. Her mother's personal history has changed and this brought septal changes in how Lea is raised. Not seen as a freak but rather she is being accepted as a gifted human.

This universe's internal laws about curtain sight are adapting. Humans are aware of glaring at those that live among them. At a guess, this was the answer that Silverstone thinks will solve getting rid of her authority over accessibility to things they shouldn't. Maybe it's a bigger picture of this universe adapting to accommodate its new layouts, given the tome shuffled very little after this time revert. She is still the cog rank watcher. She has been accepted by her mother in the knowledge of being a bookkeeper. Bring about changes to where she went for educational study and treatment. It is still very difficult, but the wider society still shone. Ignorance is bliss has still have vise grip overall.

"Miss Fallown." Pulling her attention back to the office. The demon headmaster seems such a pleasant welcome back for her. Yet then she was in that lapse of wondering why, this is the very first time she should have met the demon king. She shouldn't even know his a demon that reigns over a realm that is eclipsed on the school grounds. So her attention is lost again in deep thought, just unable to make a sound or listen to him talking to her. He was going through the student timetable and subjects. He was testing her sight at the same time. The lack of fear compared to her mother jolting out seat. He stops having to dull himself back down for the sake of her mother in the room.

"There aren't many people or even beings that don't react to my unveil." He crossed his arms, "Please understand this was a test of your daughter's ability to cope with any spirits here."

Flustered her mother is quick at making adjustments. Giving a little cough before she looks him straight at her explanations. Lea can help but stare in an off direction, the pages of the times clattered in warning her. Among also that of unrest from the more sensitive souls she looks after. Even the little animal at her foot is a god slayer reborn, shivers, and clings to her leg in fear of something. Despite it being a baby, God slayers at any age will have some ability to care for themselves. This reaction isn't normal for a creature that isn't Lea. Lea knows that she seems a fear to even the tome when she is angry. So this threat was putting a sweet taste she shouldn't be enjoying right now. Cursed as damned do.

"She has plenty of creepy spirits around her. She practically is beloved by the shadows, dream walking, and things I can't explain. She is a bookkeeper." Her mother is still quite nervous. She holds this worry about her daughter being rejected again. Being strange and gifted does sit well. Bullied for both accent and manners. Lea shakes out of her thoughts and sits up a little more.

"It's fine mom. The demon king here is a welcoming sort. He rather cares about the smooth ease of his territory than us mortals." The words sort of just walked off her tongue as she pats her mom's shoulder, "We should worry about the thing that going to make problems. The book was just telling me about something of a monster." Her mother knows that expression of her daughter and trusts her daughter enough to go do the dangerous thing.

Lea however knows it's going to last a few times to see her mom in person. Once she is enrolled here, the time wears thin for her mom's life thread from there onwards. Lea gives her mom that strong hug she always has, never taking such a precious opportunity for granted. She still is someone for taking action over words, straight for that hug and cheek kiss. A soft reluctant move but a sharp stance. Eyes that stare in a direction. There was a moment of hesitancy, this was the time to cross that line but she doesn't want to leave her mom behind.

"You better protect her or you will be hunted down." She growls toward the headmaster, "You should protect those of your territory. Eclipsed or not." The stunned expression stuck on the headmaster even when the door slammed closed. She zips through both student and teacher shortcuts, she reflexively watched her hands pat codes.

"Turn over to page 193, you will..." The teacher mid-sentence is watching the total stranger walking between the student seats and throwing the main door open. She makes a sharp pause to listen to all the corridors, picking for the sounds she was aware isn't of the living world. She closed the door behind her and brought out a long fencing foil. Silver plating and the only sort of sword her mother would allow her daughter to keep.

The ceiling between the motion sensor lights, given its a spirit - the sensor will click on when she approaches which will tell her prey of her being there. She steadied as it also does. In a mere blink of it leaping for a soul target, she met it mid-air and brought them both off target. The force of their being thrown knocked a notice board off the wall. The papers and pins scattered across its body, floating as existence. She throws salt pouches to cake it, making it easier to evade knowing where its limbs are. It blocked its eyes and jolted hissing. Or that its flesh fizzed from the salt reaction. She uses the foil at stabbing the face through, breaking the blade through it. But it's still able to keep at it, thrashing about in trying to trade back any wounds. Wild at this point, unpredictable as it feels hotter and cornered by her. She pulls a sinner chain that she has for such emergencies but she needed time for the chain to travel. She had to tackle it to escape or try easy prey again. It knocked her several times along the walls. The worst timing is when a student that asked to go to the toilet is making their travel down this corridor. Seeing the bug and her broken fencing foil on the floor. A student was an opportunist for playing hero. She throw the bug upside down and then now kicked the student backward out of range, the bug is causing law alterations on surfaces it touches. She is immune but this kid isn't. She is glad he is knocked cold out of the way but she knows that is also a bad thing.

The chain has finally arrived with her request. The staff ends circles around while the bone rib blade tore an abnormal gash on the wall it stuck to. She will guess that such a strike went through the wall too, more damage she will have to consider later. Scythe pulled and flash like lightning slicing the pest into four pieces. Fleshy parts taken by her pets in her shadow. The blood that is left smearing everywhere. She puts the Scythe away at least, holding the creature's soul in her right hand and lowering to medical check over the kid she knocked out. Standing with a sigh of annoyance that this kid was going to be fine. Looking about the damage to the lights, wall, and floor. She makes a dark glare at the soul.

"You aren't even worth this amount of damage. Your corpse would barely cover the cost of a light bulb." She tells it. She stops talking to the soul and makes another sigh of how the commotion has pulled many teachers to look at the mess now. Someone was already on the phone in a quivered voice.

"Miss Fallown would you like to consider a role as a teaching assistant? You have plenty of qualities and skills to teach even our best hunters." The demon headmaster appears to cast glamor to fix things temporarily. He has a clone or servant in his face making short stops to each teacher about the situation. Students moved away from class corridor windows and already there is a commotion about her arrival here.

"Taking up advanced study with an evening class will do. You are however dealing with a minor. My pay isn't exactly worth my effort. That is unless you had other things to offer on top." She breaks in this causal tone and still glaring dark with the soul in her hand, "I don't even want to make that effort. I think the book will get you, this time." She makes a sharp throw of this soul at her feet. The clouded dust sprays in all directions, but it is salt. Not soul dust. She plays a game of misdirection. The salt spray was just the distraction from her flicking the soul into the jaws of the monster that makes her shadow larger than it should be. Salt goes a long way in improving the blood and gashes she obtained. She has lots of little cuts from the carapace of the unwelcome beetle. It wasn't the soul snatcher she hoped it was.

"You did all this damage and you trying to push me for better terms? The nerve to play a demon at his own game." The guy secretly is pleased she does want to make negotiations. That she not a fool for quick short sighted dealings. More brownies on her tray.

"Everything that beetle changed wasn't my fault. We can try to repair the wall but it's never going to fix it. There will always be that slice missing from now on. My service isn't cheap. My way of things isn't on the guidelines nor do I consider myself someone tied to any faction. If Sigil guild or these newbie Silverstone Empire wishes to test my patience, they can keep trying. I have a border scale to consider. Even the will of gods wane in the things are my problem." She tilts, "What are you going to expect from us, Winfred? I know exactly where your name is written." She pointed rudely with her left hand, "You're improving your ranking since we've been reverted. I guess someone had to power snatch the open guild position." She crossed her arms, "At least that's what my other half told me to say."

"Mmm... half?" The headmaster ponders, "You are Luna?"

"So doubtful, it tastes so weird." She sighed disgustedly by the flavoring, "I guess if it must." She makes a stance and a fast amount of gestures. The breakneck speed of her greeting was jarring, adding and expelling all sorts of seals. She ends with a courtesy, speaking not a single word. Her mask vaguely hovered over her face briefly a sort of a smirk at the headmaster. The demon steps backward in freaking out from seeing such a shattered damned image. She flickered her right hand with in fixing the ceiling above them, her shadow was bored enough to get stuck into handy repair work. Rewiring the many lights and sensors timers. Flashing the current lift to shine over her, there was a freaky moment before the light covered she looked pale and deathly. But now bathed in an artificial human light, she is just a typical student-aged girl with American denim.

"Welcome and welcome back." He held such a long-winded relief, "You have been dearly missed. We should operate with something we had before. You can use the facilities in your merchandise. You can work on any high-ranked missions with no deductible imposed by guild funds. The local bar would love to reestablish a deal in any deal towards a liquids supply, given they have been desperate enough to make several contracts to the Demonic-Grounded sigil boundaries." He posed in surrender like he was wrong to take the position, "I have been voted in by majority over you to take the position."

"Keep it. It's a hassle for me. Why else did I leave a lower rank in charge the last time I was here?" She certainly felt the headache from just recalling that much. The disconnect between the two halves as the shadow part cowards even lower and in more pain. While the living aspect of her moved her thought to the back of her mind. It still there dwelling on her but she had to refocus on what is going on around her. Importantly it was that she walked back to the office, a short mid-trip to clean blood and wrap wounds. Of no surprise that her mother was gone already.

As the older Lea became this life, the more length of time between the moments she had little of her mother. Whatever lifestyle change happened with her mother, as truly disconnected them. Lea isn't allowed in whatever affairs her mother has been up to, but they were god followers in nature. Holy divine energy is often burning a rash or something on Lea. The time apart has really improved Lea's health but hurts her mental health. She's not sure if her mother knows that divine crafts are causing pain. It has been an elephant in the room for a while, but God's blindness has her mom star-struck. So focused on the divine order of serves that such facts could be overlooked. God themselves are the same unless the aspect they look after is a negative energy-based power. Some powers are neutral but they too have politics. The focus on this Silverstone Empire has put an even bigger fence between Life and Death. Life dislikes the Silverstone Empire and has likely adapted realms to account for these threats.

She sits down at the office, not in the student seat but rather she sat where her mom was. It still lingered of some that divine crafts which stings a little. Yet it is this divine aura that was healing her human body, soothing away the likely scars. Lea reclines and crossed arms over her stomach, such a habit to pose this way. Crossed on leg over and looks completely uninterested in all things happened around her. She is anything but, her shadow actively messing about things. Straightens frames along walls, a creak in the wall being refilled and painted with match perfect paint. Really her shadow will find anything and everything to do. Boredom makes many do strange things.

"Each and every life time, you become more withdrawn from things around you." The demon headmaster doesn't wear any glamor while taking his seat at the desk. Proving a point that he was comfortable around her and reliant of her. He was even inclined to taking a bottle of something from a draw and some unseen servant (she can fully see and track this lower ranking imp) to pour two drinking glasses. He sighed in thinking things over, "How active are you with the courts these days?"

"Both a ghost playing paper pusher behind the locked doors and a little voice that occasionally sits in the gallows. I spend many a dream enjoying the thrills of emotional small court cases. I always lurking about under the radar. I am noticed often tracking cases that become big paper news later. But I had not directly involved myself in any hunter court tasks. Besides there was changed to the licences that required that I prove I am dead person. I can't exact go in there and scare them with the reality that it doesn't work. If the follower of death, the human guy is a living human able to retain a licences. Then what exactly is drawing a line to give and not give?"

The headmaster can at least find himself smile in how she never changes. She is as reliable as ever. He slides the drink with his left hand and followed with a bunch of gestures. He isn't trying to play any tricks, simply aware she was to cautious by nature.

"What of the undertaker that use to follow you around?" She hovered in almost taking the drink. She sprinkles her own add-ons. A thought crossed her but she doesn't need to say much. She couldn't really find a better way of stating facts. Not without giving the demon a hard time trusting her again. Yet she wishes to be true to herself, to be honest.

"Many have came to duel me. So many ash piles blown away. Many came to strike deals to steal the tome of Cogs. Many have fallen at my lap and suffered for taking the bad side of my temper. The undertakers are no exception. However that particular one I know to well. He isn't an undertaker anymore. Tracking such a being must be at your own risks. Looking for such a guy will mean you give up things you didn't know now you can loose." She finally gives the drink a little taste, she makes a few odd expressions and finally spat it back into the glass. She placed the glass to her side, it sits on air and the liquid disappeared slowly. She wasn't impressed as a human but clearly enjoys it as a shadow.

"You aren't really siding with life or death either?" In sort of pondering tone as he finds her expression amusing.

"Do it matter if what is unknown to us is about to devour every last soul in the path of it? Souls care little about the the meanings we set. Souls are free flow energies with a collective goal in a hive mind. Just how this hive mind makes its chooses are these little internal experiments we value as natural laws. Life and death are just the sides of a dice. This dice has other faces, factions to contend with. It's a unfair dice, landing favourable to living ways." She plucked the empty glass and place it to the desk, "I have seen worlds, realms and even held universe's in my hands. When the hive of souls makes to many errors or becomes victim of the predictors." She back up, "That's my scale. Internal affairs aren't my interest. It's not my business to change or contorl. It is not my place and even if the broken souls scream. All you lovely ignorant types can't seem to feel our reach." She back to relaxing, "Cosmic Scale matrix as the god's will refer to such things. It is their duty and purpose to be my counter opposite. To contorl, guide and change things. They have the powers to til scales and break boundaries." She tilts in how shattered rhe headmaster stares at her, "Forgive me, I forgot what language I was speaking in. Not that it matters."

"Oh I heard every last word you just said." She raised a brow to such thing, "Why are you not a goddess of something?"

"I had a falling out with this universe's index. It got spiteful. I am just a broken human. I have other universes to care about then just this one. But this is the original universe my soul shaped from, I am partly still bounded to its laws. It can't make up its mind on what to do with me. Both as an outsider and a weak pitiful human little girl. It sees my good deeds and terrible actions, declaring me an undertaker husk. But it fears I can become to powerful to be controlled. So I am limited my life and shackled to staying a husk. It has attempted to alter me into other things but these alterations became my advantage. Each passing life here is another step of being feared and condemned." She breaks out the tilt she held and sighed, "But I can't really complain. There is plenty of good things I love. Things I cherish and hold dear. I am a soul like other souls. I have seen a lot of beautiful things. In the little time I was the index keeper, I loved such things. I am sad that it was all erased. I am no longer allowed to repair the damages. But I will continue clinging to the images and memories. The smells, sounds and the sort way things were. I don't care that I was granted status as the first living nightmare. I am not the only one of such race name. But all of us cling to historical events that should be and were lost."

She gladly stopped ranting for now. Her tongue washing away. She stopped because there was finally a strange document presented to the demon king. It was her contract. It held many clauses in vast of many languages and so many strange things. There is a human notepad beside of the dictionary and translation of the entire thing.

"We can't exchange soul names in all forms of living and dead ways. We can't exchange any soul at all. Baring the exceptions like divine protection, casting craft and elemental uses. Most of the time it is to save you and the small percentage of where you ever think to break any soul promises to me. You maybe a demon but I am a cosmos of my own many realms, territories and many thousands of hive minded worlds. I prioritize my work based in dire needs. I do realize I am a bias sort. I will protect myself and soul even in this realm over you. This is no slave contract and I am not your typical court cases seeker. But if slipping a few papers about gets things soothe, I don't mind. Internal conflicts and external ones will always make changes to out agreement. But I will always respect you for what your purpose is." She muttered gently in acting like she doesn't care about him pretending to sign it. But she can see he was testing her. Gladly his not as stupid as she thought he be. Maybe it's her testing him. He makes a smart move, tearing it in two halves and salt powder it. She gives a soft clap at such thing.

"Here I thought I was testing you." He swept sweat from his forehead a moment, and adjustments his clothes collar. He sips the replenish drink beside.

"I have been here long enough. You never felt so hot before in you life." She stands and makes it around to the office door, "We shall keep things verbal and every adapting. Just as you would of any other human client was a trouble. Paper is just proof to a court that we are allies. Sometimes that can hinder us. So we shall keep things grey. When it time to pick sides, I shall withdraw back to the boundaries. Out of the way of internal large realm conflict." She pauses at straightened a trophy row. The sort of display of sports and achievements the school collected over the years. She makes on shine up as good as the day it was made, being the oldest tarnished cup in the rows. Soft last nod. His servant tossed her teachers ID, door key card and a teacher's room key. She puts the badge on with honour and little wave to the demon in thanking it. She leaves for good. So many other beings around the office began to recover, now she was gone.