Within Veiled Boundaries: Shroud Over Their Eyes.

The morning started at 4am with preparation for the big party for this Thanksgiving. It was meant to be a big family gathering for the traditional meal plan. With some doubt, she warned her uncle it was going to be more then just family and that a meal isn't worth the time. That everything was better as party nibbles. By 7 there been three phone calls and she was prove correct. Whatever they could use but made already is being served as breakfast. The tension of it all had finally came to a head. The cornbread and beans were gone. The caffeine kicked in turning humans from the zombies.

"You children are not to be here. Go to your rooms." Aunt demanded of them.

"The only child that should be locked away is that baby." Her brother hissed back, like always a argument was always started between them first. But today the beans will spill and everyone was going to feel hurt by something said. Eliza was the only one really about ready for it, she can see coming. She read the left around papers and took calls from strangers on the house phone. Her uncle knew she knew.

"That's your sister!" Aunt hissed in placing the beloved baby in the soft pen in the living room. It full of toys that were so much better then anyone else owned in this house ever. Every penny easily seen where it went too, and they were tight enough with scrapping bills by. Mom working extra didn't look like it went were it should have. There was never time to sit down until now. So now it was going to happen.

"Since went are we allowed to be those siblings? You treat us like we going to spread our gifts like some infection to your perfect daughter! You don't even see what you are doing!" Her brother yelled as always and before things turned worse, he always left the room to cool off. Often punching a hole into the door or wall. For once Aunt also left too. The truth of why she disliked the elder child was bare to see, the dart in the middle of the board. She couldn't deny it. Do she takes that baby to her room. Uncle huffed as there still kitchen to preparation before guest arrive.

"You have my blessing, not it means anything." Eliza speaking up scince the loud folks left, "The new house is on a safe area. I know that I will not be invited to your wedding. But I will send cards and give a call for the occasional big news things." Eliza reach to his hand, "Estrange doesn't have to mean cut out completely. When Little miss grows up, we will have that chance to be the siblings were meant to be." He actually smiled at the mature answer and how adult she has to be when the adults around her are children themselves.

"I just hope your future calls will it's about some work promotion or other nice things." He pats hand and now mom drips a few tears.

"Oh congratulations. I just hope things get easier for you three." Hugs of warm welcome. He nods certain and goes back to the kitchen. Washing hands and sorting the turkey to slow bake. It had been marinated over night. Mom sitting back down, she hurt that her own sister would even tell her about moving or the wedding. The compilation feeling of knowing her 10 year old daughter had a job already, not even sure of what. That it was obvious the suffering that her own daughter is going through caused by her sister. It was time that everyone wears the best outfits, given it was now a bunch of unwelcome strangers joining in. That Eliza's biological father had invited himself for something and that at least he calls ahead of time. Or had some servant call ahead for him. Grandpa had some folks about convincing to move some of the to a boarding school. Grandma's bringing church folks from the higher seats of the Fallown cultists. So the fire here was about to have solvent, oil and electric failures into this already molten pot of hell.

"Here." Eliza was a dressed and pretty haor style. She covered in many hodden charms and although not wearing makeup, she looked healthy and normal for once. Not that sickly pale pass like normal. She cleaned hands and pulled out a platter from somewhere should can't physically reach. Her uncle blinks in shock that she got it. No sight of a chair or stool. She smiled tight lip and helps lay the crackers along the tray. He spreads cranberry to each. Cheese cube per cracker. In silence they finished making all the parts of the meal left into party nibbles. From turkey rolls with gravy dip pots for individuals to seasonal crackers. Mini peacon pies and spiced pumpkin muffins. To be fair, most of it was magically there. Her uncle didn't see the ingredients in thier food cabinets, and he would be right. She has been using her other forms to go shopping slow small amounts leading up to Thanksgiving before it would have been sold out. She been storing and hiding these things in her shadow. She about has everything for a working kitchen in her shadow pocket.

"How long have you been planning Thanksgiving?" He asked with the last fancy plate to the table.

"My birthday. I knew that no one was going to celebrate my birthday. So I was looking forward to today being a sort of happy time." She turns things to show them off better from the front door veiw, "I know life is never fair like that. I know today will just be another big day of mixed emotions. But no matter what is said, I still love my family. I reckon even good and bad things. I can still learn from this in hindsight." He frowns. Its what she said that made him uneased. She was forced to be mature but really she still just a little girl. She definitely didn't have the short end of the stick unlike the brother. But she still was looked down and she does act out in her own mature wordy way. Yet the flip side was that if she didn't act out at all, she wouldn't be human. But this pull off of cooking all this, the ingredients that appear like magic... he questioned the human part.

"I am sorry about missing your birthday." He pats her shoulder at least, "You understand how things are though. It's not like we live a rich man's life." She chooses to say nothing.

She had a lot of unpleasant things to point out like how they all smoke and the drinks. The scrapping by barely and yet all these expensive baby toys are brand new. They don't spend quality family time. It's just yell about this or hush because their those trying to sleep. They work so hard, earn so little and nothing to show for it. Just what debt are they paying that she doesn't know about? At least then things would have made sense. Then again tax was extortionate but the tax return should have been equally good back. So where all that. She not on any medications. Her brother was but that stopped. His worse because of that. No... they don't need to be rich to have rich lives. It's just things aren't making sense and no one will explain it to a little girl like her.

"Go ahead." Her aunt posed to the living room letting those folks from Seers have the living room.

"You don't just invite yourself here for nothing." Mom sitting at the living sofa already and glares at that rich fella walking in like he could tear this place down with riches for a laugh. There are more peoples but stayed outside as security detail. If that's what being rich looked like, why does he look so miserable deep inside. Proving a point to herself. The suit would been for movie actors, Rolex watch which he made a point of checking all dramatically. That stiff lip of looking at the food and drinks provided. He doesn't care to try. He magic one to hand, which made her uncle jolt. It's was obvious which duaghter this was meant to be about. Yet importantly, in just the few seconds of the way he walks and the attitude. This was someone who starved love. He had want he wanted, but it's not meaningful. He looks upon mother with the sorrow that could paint a thousand pictures, but it vanished quickly in how she looked at him. The bridges are well past burnt here. There isn't a going back together thing here. He was here for something more selfish or just because he was ordered to. Drag heels, forced to be here.

"I wondered why you didn't bother informing me about our daughter." Mom slaps him across the face for that. Moved back and held back further. She doesn't need to carry that further.

"You paid for demon lawyers, fakes evidence that she wasn't yours. I called your office. I told your parents. I showed her to them when she was born. But just like you, they turned away." She sits down with every itching moment to slap him again, "It's not my fault you wanted nothing to do with her. I tried." He looked down and thought about it. He slowly sits on the opposite sofa in blinking a few times. He began to really look at this house and the others that lived here. Sees the baby toys and smirked.

"You seem to be doing just fine." He said. For those words he now will regert saying, he wasn't expecting to be dragged backward into a void. Everyone stood up in confusion for if that was going to happen to them. But Eliza has a little tray and was handing out little fizzy drinks to everyone.

"Sweetie... where did he go?" Her mom asked her. She grabbed her arm like she had been the one to do it.

"I think the books might have taken him. You see his a keeper of books that record living and dead souls. He had never been to this place before. So there going to be a lot of angry souls." She is released with that. A factor that was a Seer problem, not theirs, "I am sure he come crawling out of hell like last time." Eliza shrugs, "I watch names move from book to book often. I know who he is, and equally, I am not impressed with him. If only he would stay in hell, but it's not my place." She walked away with that inch of fear from her mother. Who knows, this little girl was more aware of everything than anyone was prepared themselves for. Ever since the hospital, this girl had a huge change of personality shift, and if she became a keeper of one of these books, too. That made sense.

"Excuses." The little friend he brought with snarls, "Where is he?"

"You don't want to go there. I had not lied about there being a lot of angry souls. There have been so many of them because of him. Because of what he did." Eliza evaded her aunt, who doesn't want alcoholic beverages near her baby. A hypocrite that drinks them while holding. But what matters more was that these things were making all those things her aunt hated about Eliza come to have real reasons from other people. She doesn't know about the supernatural world, but seeing a man disappears, and it seems like Eliza's fault. What if thar happened to her or her baby? The fear is real and sticky around here.

"I hoped to arrive sooner, at least before this lot." The demon that was company with grandpa.

"The books took that man for a while. Not that anyone believes me." Eliza huffed with drinks. She set the tray down and rushed over to grandp, as any normal relationship goes for the biggest hug possible, "Grandma is right behind you." Once the hug was satisfied, they moved into the living room at mom's side. There was some shouting in the back yard of which uncle went to fetch that man back into the house from. Not so clean and neat now, "I did forget to mention the neighbors that live here. Not it matters. I am happy that they are. They protect these lands from demons that break rules." Eliza sits between her mom and grandpa, staring at reflections in checking again. She glances at the burning hate from fathers little friend.

"You don't know what your talking about child. You best stop now before anything else happens." The one who spoke was one the Fallown church cultists that grandma brought over. Sitting at the side of the Seer in this situation or just because of space for seating.

"It been far to late for you to assume such things." The undertaker also though the backdoor, his still in that sling. He hovered standing behind the girl and held a dismissive shake at all these people. Just what game was this chess board set to? Who playing who? The war of different battlefields has hit critical but frozen in truce by a known agent that had no part in with any side here. At least not one that any Seer, Fallown or grandparents battle of wills had going for it.

"Oh lord... why did I not consider that a possibility?" The demon who grandpa brought, who been watching her actions. He stood with a big draw sigh and went to make a call. She made a gesture with her left hand. The demon bows properly and goes for the front door. This allows the eyes to direct to the now return mad man in a dirty suit. He sits with a flop to that sofa and took a drink from the tray she set aside a second ago. He downed it. He pulled a foul face and sprays it all directions. The was a last straw for aunt as she also slaps him senseless for good measure. She had moved to her kitchen to wash her hands of his filth. He holds his wilted face at both sides, deep under glaze of holding some self-control. He can reason to himself that these little people aren't worth the hassle.

"Excuse me, Lady Marionette." Called from the demon at the front door, "The King wishes to know when he can order more black sand." Eliza shurgs in her little way, "Ugh..." The demon listened to the phone for a moment and the poked again, "He will pay triple."

"Well tough luck. Black sand is regulated by the death orders. He provided a high court right that shows he's allowed to have that amount of black sand. He better send me a black ink bird proving it. Otherwise you need to finished what you have already. Refill at set amounts is a law. Not a given." She hissed. He posed surrender and clearly the phone heard it too. Everyone did. Her brother blinks in not expecting his little brat uneducated sister to be a merchant of some very powerful substances.

"What if someone choose to use it all without my grant?" She heard from the phone.

"Then I will personally come assess how much you have left and personally go skinning some demons." Her mask manifested at the wall, taking the phone, "We are not above law. Keep it clean or I will follow what misfortunes ask of me to do." The button pressed to hang up. The flip phone closed and place lovingly into the servants pocket, "You do your job now little demon servant. You talk to mother and brother about moving them to your side. I have my own date with destiny to content with." Fiddle with the clothing collar of its shirt as it slips back into the living room. Sits uncomfortable down and indeed does his job. Getting on with paperwork.

"Really at this point this is a human court formalities but really I am not going to make bad decisions around lady Marionette." He puts the pen down with left hand and open wide hands of presenting the papers, "These are the legal binding for one admission of a student and the teaching position. Again human formalities. The real purpose of coming to this school is for... as you call it. The supernatural world learning. Ran by a demon lord that owns the territory, he has for many human generations provided education to the ones like you. The gifted people or cursed ones." Nervous for sure and shaken hands. He bows very quickly at saying he was done talking. Her Grandpa making a clear throat and her mom looks carefully at the papers.

"This selfish man has no choose to bring me to the other grandparents. Since he royal screwed over every Seer across the generations. But don't worry mom, I already went to this school. I passed my exams. I am a high standing merchant across the Sigil Bridge gaps. You will definitely see me there once you settled in and began your ranking." Hearing her daughter so casual. It offset so much of why and brought so much to the surface. Her mother left the room through the backyard. She was there a short second and came back in terrified.

"The tree is so nosy, grandpa. I think it loves humans for the sheer entertainment. It be no different from us watch soap opera."

"That tree is an elder God." Grandpa huffed.

"That's funny." She snorted, " The reptile under the house should have ate the guy sooner. I wonder since they both like humans, they must have some sort of truce." She smiles carefully at this logical point.

"Elder gods aren't humanoids. It be battle to the death." The undertaker making small talk, "Care to make some sort of bet on this?"

"Nah. They been long time neighbors watching humans growing in their land. They both have literally treating use as farm goods. Humans attract other beings and that makes for sustainable, no competition for meals." She crossed her arms, "They need each other unless this house is empty of no human life. Then it be a battle to death." She blinks a lot, "Unlike the lizard who thinks about its now and lets go of the past. It cares not what is forward as long as it stays happy. The Elder god is a wise soul, thought about his eventuality of facing the poisonous reptile. It has spent these past decades of recent human life to tangle the roots under neath the house foundations. As seen by the growing subsidies creaks starting that back corner. He has already won that long war. He just needs the little humans to flee for thier lives or be evicted to enact such a thing." She slaps down at her thighs and stood up now, "The elder is so totally going to lose. It's not worth the betting money. It's a question of when to harvest them both."

The undertaker tilts at such a turn of that last part.

"That would suggest a third party that was able to take them both out." The demon whimpers, "I am sure you had already considered such eventuality."

She pats shoulder of her Grandpa that had the biggest smile. So proud of her. She shurgs with that mischievous smirk. She guides her mom back to the sofa. Sitting her back where she was.

"Your daughter is already an amazing woman. If only you could see it." He smoothes things softer now to better words between her and him. Eliza gets to cleaning the spray of spit and drink. Her uncle appreciated this with giving her the cleaner spray and paper towels. Her aunt was deaf, she was switched off. So angry or simply vacant.

"You can't be. That is right at all." The Fallowns hissed between each other. But speaking loudest was grandma. That stare is deep rooted and deathly. A switch was been flicked and there was no turning it back. A thin veil of pretending to be a normal woman is now torn. Casting prayer wards and curses. None do nothing to this little girl. Setting in the other two women to stop her. So quick to thrown themselves to the bow. Face down, in the way of Eliza cleaning.

"We beg for your blessing hidden one." the suddenly five women at the floor but her grandmother is fighting them to stand straight over this pathetic granddaughter. The image of what this girl was is so strong that, being up right was the only acceptable way to be towards it. No matter how much they will grovel, it doesn't change a thing.

"Just get out of here. You have not made our relationship better or worse. If you want keep it that way, leave." Eliza huffed. They really are stunned. Couldn't fathom just what game was at play for someone like this soul. With a bit of convincing by the Seer folks that needed the church of dreams out of the way. This was prime chance to be on the good grace cards of the girl. Even just a little. But this isn't as they planned for it either. They fleed the quickest out of here.

"With all this. We are ready whenever you are. The headmaster will personally been making it his mission to see you well. He would make time to listen about how you raised your son and daughter." The demon gave his flip phone to her, "Just take it. It's a pay as you go. We need some way of guarantee of contact." She just had to take it without fuss. Paper copies all in a neat file. She stood dazed and went to the shared bedroom... comes back out with the suitcases. Brother too but he did his own. The demon and grandpa leave now. Mother and brother makes those big death grip hugs on the little girl. Left her behind as planned. There a lot of hesitant motions, her mom trying to not grapple her little girl with her. So torn inside of such a fate to leave her baby behind. Yet now it was that much easier for her to be kicked out too. Uncle passed her only luggage over to the servant. She gives hugs to her uncle at least and a soft little wave to the baby. She makes a strong bowed nod toward her cold aunt. Out she left.

When all those strangers have left, rhe door was slammed locked. A scream of a woman followed a baby that couldn't stand the sound volume.

"And what exactly qualifies a broken armed undertaker to be at this little girl's bidding?" The demon slave hissed.

"Not any of your business, Hap. He has a a promise to keep and his keeping it. Unlike you promised that there be enough gas in this car. You sent a imp to fetch a top up while we were inside." Hitting nerve just right. The demon clenched and opens the door for his master. She rudely went in before him. She slams some stranger in her ways hand and she sits herself on not the space they provide. She however had her own boaster seat and made a seat belt happen regardless. She brushed her dress neatly. Door slams closed.

"In what will of right does someone like you just slap my hand like that?" The goddess in ghost manifest form hissed.

"It's just a love tap. Call it a lipstick kiss." She plays down what she actually did, "You grow back your arm in a blink. Time has not measure between your now and mine." The goddess looks mortified and turned all silent. This entire drive, she will not even speak a word. The whole hand, wrist and lower arm had been stolen from the goddess. All from a 'love tap'.

"You are crazy." The undertaker realizing the importance and likely knows where that arm will be later.

"Opportunities within life are worth taking." She shurgs, "It seems a nice trade. She doesn't get cursed by the tome of life and that arm is put to other cog ranker uses. Black market for god body parts is a fortune. I have just the being who loves spare hands."

"That doesn't make sense." He flatly muttered.

"Why have you came into this limo so willingly? Just what exactly is your game here?" Another manifested angry god.

"You blame him for throwing out index words. I am the victim." She pointed at her father, "He broke your rules. He cheated. I didn't want to be this way. I wasn't born like this." She at least makes a human way about her. They just can't see her other body talking this way. They all know her for her other forms. They been a witness to her clawing back from ash. She isn't even meant to exist, evaporated by divine intervention in hope cleaning away the mistakes. The god's have failed to restart the things that were lost. This hunt for why, how and who. Here they are using all that divine miracle, wasting it for useless things. Focused in the victim then the one that did it.

"What do you want to eat?" Her father huffed, "I have to feed you before you see them. Make sure that at least your presentable." shot fired of providing bare minimum. He isn't doing this because he wants to. He was literally being reminded by a servant the knows more then he did. There was at least one servant here that was most care for her than the rest combined.

"Your just doing your role to prepare a sacrifice to the tomes. Hoping that having me devoured will fix all those holes and broken boundaries." She made him spat, "Joke is on you lot. I doubt that the book will ever do that. Anyone or anything else. It eat anything from the unknown than to put me back into the index." He laughed like it was just empty words on her part. The undertaker riding her shadow looks upon all these faces. He wanted to warn them, he open hand in going to gesture. But he closes up, looking away.

"It's sad that they are to stubborn. But no matter what I say will not change fate. That landmark is set in stone. There isn't any Changing of its history." He checked in hope that his words meant anything. He frowns and look to her. She shook in dismay too.

"Like anyone would ever respect a little human girl with a poor background. I do not worship them. No prayer will be heard from me, even if I screamed in all my many voices." She looked out the window, "The divine are filtered from sin. That is soul law."

"Sole law." Her father thinks his correcting her. She doesn't argue his ignorance. But the small correction is what make one these god ghosts pay mind. The only one that made a look in question to the undertaker. Hope glimpsed, the undertaker makes his chance to at least save this single guy. The manifested ghost faded, leaving from these events. That meant one saved... it was praiseworthy to report to the undertaker king. That this effort it's wasted. Sticking to a creepy human girl had unseen benefits. It thanks to her that stone set changes were being altered. That eventually they will reverse the damage done to New York and other connections. Fix the tomes from before her soul was removed. Hope in changing history was real.