Within Veiled Boundaries: Shroud Over Their Eyes.

She slams her hand on the nearest sound, which she thought was an alarm clock or phone. She grougly frowned in finding that didn't top the sound and now her hands was wet. She huffed with stretching the bed sheets and taking notice of the fire drill alarm. As for her hand, it was just the spit of her creatures that give her love licks. She wipes it across herself, and sits up glaring about the room. Bland deco, no personal stuff and clearly for a teacher. Locking teacher's cabinet, three closets for the three differing uniforms required to be worn. Yup this was that werid boarding school at least. She forced herself to change, gear up and leave. She was tieing her hair back as she steps to the corridor. 

"This is not a Drill!" shouted and this makes those around her rush more. She sighed in not being all that bothered about the event. She kicked the wall to proper tighten up her shoes of choose. The battle dress flustering with the breeze of passing teachers trying to get to safety or seek items to help. She straightened up and walked right to the exit out of there, kicking the door open. She rolls her shoulders and takes feeling of the energy. Magic and realm wavelengths. It's a land scuffle between demons and angels. The heavenly lot want to take this eclipse from the demon. I don't have a stake on this. Best I go chill by the murder tree. 

"You! I declare you the enemy!" She stopped short of being directed by some naive angelic sort. They don't even know what their in for if they being serious. Thus, she ignored the nonsense and steps to the tree. She pats it a few times and snuggled to the trunk. Lazily laying at the floor beside the tree, looking up at the swaying branches and the way the breeze sings among leaves. 

"She's not going to meddle with fighting if there isn't any stake for her." Someone huffed, "She's not a demon nor is she someone to deal with this." 

"I delcare war over Noturm!" 

"You are joking?" She huffed, "You? over a peice of dead spirit land? In what god's name or army does one think that war with Notrum is able? You dont even see a differing between grounded and free?" She lays on her side to sass at them all, "Don't make me bother. Maybe I just send one my lower lackeys." 

"I have a lot of questions." The angel in crossing blade with the demon headmaster throws pause, "That human is something to do with Noturm?" 

"Ask her, not me." They back to throwing sparks, Leana rolls eyes and lays back to staring up at the tree. She has a leave land on her face, which she plays about with her fingers. Twirling it at her grasp. There dropped plenty more and the old trunk creaking with a snapping. It's bark peeled away, wood dust caking the rooting system. A white surface is revealed, and the new tree was born within. The branches above budded and then bloom with black flowers. dropping a red flower at her chest. She softly takes holding the flower in fingers. She studies the specimens in deep thought. 

"You are have to be joking." I guess the tree means something to both sides and its altering into a white bark of black blooms has symbolic meaning. Whatever. 

"Leana, would you mind moving away from the tree?" She heard shouted from the crowds around. She puts the samples to her dress, attaching them as material into the kit she wearing. She got up, dusted down and adjusted her shoe again. She hops freely down. Once she been out of the reach of the tree, the core greys into a black trunk. The flowers turn red. The sprouting of grey leaves and thrones along the branches. Omens lands at her shoulder, but she scoops in one swift notion and roll him onto the shoulder of someone else. 

"Thank you." She had the tree leaning her way, as it crowned her with a circlet of itself. The flowers and berries jewels the crown with white and black interwinding weaves. She opens her left hand and one the creatures had quickly provided her the staff she uses to converts into the scythe. She walked dividing the crowd in to, taking a turn with facing both warring sides. A blank poker face of no happy or sorrow, a models pout had even curled her lips. 

"So what are we doing now?" Her brother speaking up from the crowd, "What is all this with the hanging tree? Gawking at my sister isn't achieving anything." He punched a guy to the floor and blocked everyone staring at her. 

"It's fair to state that there isn't any reason to be fighting anymore." the angel leader posing a hand, "Truce?" The demon headmaster shakes at this. They work together in reorganizing who for what duties and that the imperfect plan for the time being. Dividing day and night study students. She yond a moment with wanting to go back to sleep, hand flickering some spell craft to adjust her appearance. She gives back her staff to the one looking after it in bowing thanks for them doing a great job. She nearly slips away, but someone pulls her dress collar at the back. She doll dragged backwards into the threater hall of the school. She sighed in being used to manhandled, as plenty of enders in her many lifetimes have done this. 

"Why do you have the ability to erase?" Dropped at the floor and with a sword at her neck. She closed her eyes and lays right there. Not caring to answer, "Wake up!" kicked her in the side, but she not even felt that. She is wearing her armour for path walking. 

"Penheart!" the rush of folks that don't know the situation are rushed over with blocking the guy from attacking her further. She 'wakes up' with a stretch and got off the floor. Pulled herself a bar stool from storage to watch the panto of path walk exclaiming nonsense to the guy that knows she a nocturm creature. She nearly fells asleep until she had Morpheus in her arms and lap. She soft purrs and petting her cat. Drawing everyone's sudden fear of Morpheus. She blows a few raseberries into the black kitty belly and he stretched enjoying this. Once he has his fill of attention, he hops off her lap and has zoomies into the darkness. She laughed a little in seeing him off. 

"My silly fat cat." She wipes away that slight tear, "Right, boring stuff." She gets off the chair, "Can I go back to bed now? I just need another 3 hours. I would be ready for whatever human requests after that." She crossed arms of how everyone's to scared stiff of her, "Morpheus is a lovely kitty. A bit of a over eater and sleeper. But his very loving." 

"Fix the face." the brave one speaks up and she removed the whole mask. Has a 'look' and then plastered it back on. 

"Side affects, it be proper soon." She click back the whole piece, "I am starving. maybe I should order something." She pulls a crystal device and uses it as a smart phone, skimming through the search for things. her lacking interest of what there is on order makes her slip the crystal back on her pouch belt. 

"Who know the poacher of darkness is also Penheart of god court?"

"And a human named Leana." an undertaker hissed with sword back at her chest, "Damn woman need to be removed from this world." She stares at the guy with a lot of complicated questions. If I didn't belong here, I would even be visible. Let alone have flesh or even walk among the living as I am. In what law makes me unworthy of being where I am now as I am in this shape? I don't get to choose of when and where I am. I can only be myself. Is this guy broken soul or an idiot? 

"I am thinking his an idiot." Another undertaker forced the blade off her, "I know your expressions well enough. I don't read minds." Curiosity joint locked the fool to lay across the floor. Pinning the law breaking undertaker under his foot, "You really should just go back to bed. Someone will brew some coffee in the morning." She nods at that. 

"I knew you get it, Ace." she play bumps his side and leaves the theatre. Straight to her room with going back straight to sleep in full gear. It has everyone look back at Curiosity with a lot of questions. 

"First important thing to get over is that Leana is human at the core. But she is very bit not normal in everything else. She will eat demon flesh if your not paying attention. Second, she has no filter. She will see a god among humans and be stood confused why no one can see them. She will stare for hours and not register that the god is uncomfortable with her drill staring." He lowered to the guy on the floor, "Don't try to kill her. She hard to find and when she does..." He trails for a moment silence, "I don't want the true title of death having another heart attack about the tomes being disordered. Among the slaughtering of gods because none the god slayers are acting to her rules." He throws the kid to some folks, "She freaky knowledgeable of things that don't make sense. But will completely not understand common sense. She knows about how angels laws, demon laws, Clothus laws and most times the fine print of god realms. She will not remember what today's date is and if anyone around her is even human." 

So the room makes their own collective of thoughts in how stressed he is. That his so in detail of this girl that it makes him irritated. 

"What so she's some sort of god true title in human form?" her brother asked. 

"Yeah, that's exactly the problem. She's meant to not be among humans. Yet her life cycle depends on her humanity and her lifetime of existing. It's this delicate balance of having her alive and around. or the total decimation of laws as proclaimed by the gods." Curiosity shakes Joseph with being crazed by this fact. Joseph pats poor Curiosity on the shoulder, empathetic of the likely amount of crazy they both had to cover for her. With the room taking seats on the many rows and getting over a bunch of issues. 

"A true title god soul?" Someone needing clarifying. 

"No. That's different." Joseph having an answer, "God souls are a collection of souls with one soul being purely only true to their real source. This is how death has many faces and be many versions but there is always a true title among that jumps into the many versions of himself." Putting clarification and the shocked fear of the rest of the room, "She taught me that." He voiced at Curiosity that nods knowing this, "She's a shattered soul made of collective of dust fragments. So when you murder her, you burst the powder in all corners of the universe. This causes the breaking of realm laws and the disordering of tomes. If she dies a natural human death or as intended by fate's pathways, then we can move the collective of powder to the next realm over without loss. So she can die, she's not immortal." 

"Her use of her soul is at so well practice that she can edit the tome without touching it." Curiosity hissed, "This is why she became the core tome page keeper. The thing that knows all the cog oaths. She knows the truths and has some very scary moments of just." He wafted hands in not having words. 

"She repairs souls like death does. In fact better even, he hires her for the ones he cant. I suspect her repairs run deeper then just at soul level. I have caught her sewing rips of time and space. So really anything goes. I gave up trying to not have a think about it." Curiosity points to that. Everyone is reeling with being overwhelmed and loosing interest of what the point was. 

"I will murder that trickster." the guy bound in a hog tie on the floor and frothing at the mouth in deep seeding anger. He continues trying to free himself and wiggle out of here. Putting his life on the line as he was stopped by Omens. Omens towered on the guys head, staring into the angry soul. Weighing his options. Omens wants a part of this attacking her plan, feeling that he can finally have vindication for the mistreatments he felt disrespected by her. But it emptied as an afterthought, that both were soon lost of their negative energy by a damned nearby. That this damned removed the anger and replaced this with cold numbed emotions. The whole room had its share of feeling the evaporations. The damned turned solid and takes its seat among the crowd as a mock human. 

"I would like to hire you both for a job." The damned speaking directly as an Ender and making straight stare to the current one of this world, "A world eater has devoured among the angel worlds in my tomes. I was recommended to ask you and the partner." Curiosity takes a while in having to translate this to his understanding. The whole place cold inside all the hearts of surrounding and the fear of being caught in an ender war. 

"We keep the remains but we will return all the souls that had been gathered." Curiosity finds his voice speaking, even when his not feeling like the one speaking. 

"I would prefer that." The ender bows. 

"What?" Joseph asked. 

"That's an ender of another tome, here to ask us for help. For a problem this universe has a lot of. God eaters causing tome breaking laws." Curiosity shaking soon out of the trance, "I just agreed to help." he frowned in shock of himself, "What is wrong with me?"

"You're title of ender is self acting. Where I am having to actively act as my title. You just a host being taken for the ride." the visitor explains, "This is why your a pair and not a single being. I bet its nice to have someone to share company. To have someone to lean on with feeling the darkness of the titles many flaws." They look around, "This universe is always changing and never the same on each turn. What would be the cause of ending a space time is just another aspect used to the furthering of this time realm. Its mind breaking... doesn't even work anywhere else. She must have worked very hard to hide the seams. To hid the flaws from even the gods themselves. You're all so blind." The visitor shaking the thoughts away, "It's hard to hold sanity over it. One of you must really be broken bit of work." 

"Yeah not everyone tells a demon that their spleen is worth more then their soul name." Curiosity huffed in speaking common for everyone else to understand context, "There isn't many folks that take a day trip to the dream lands to go worm hunting. Just to feed the death bird message carriers." he crossed his arms, "She's very bit shattered and lay stuttered to the wind as her way of thinking its ok to handle the god of Omens like a cat." 

"That sounds like a good day." the visitor huffed, "maybe I should give a try giving death birds something to tame them." The room devolves into nonsensical questions of why she's even a human at all. What religion has her in such regard to make her a top cog oath? Everyone is in deep attack of words to get to know the truths and flaws. To make reason for why she has to stay human. 

At the time being, she is quite aware of everything. Given the current title has paid stop to her dorm and negotiating material repairs. Was also trying to discuss the way of sorting out the god eater for this other realm of which she offers little spoken in return. As for her is was about the creatures will of approach to encountering her. There held some hesitation as the person now isn't who was. It's these times that I am reminded that returning back to your origin changes so much about the person that soul was. His still him but he most deferentially not the one that used to protect me or the person I searched for when we made it t the clothus realms. I don't want to dare tell Sean that Mattu was the soul of his ex-master... the one that was part of the team that broke his first. Maybe that wouldn't matter anymore. Even so, it was likely my actions that broke Philip's and Daniel's boundaries. Now I am the tool for them to repair those boundaries in repentance. Seriously, so much that has and didn't happen. Even after repenting, I'm still feeling guilty. Its how I am about to reform those very chains. 

"You do realize that you done enough to be forgiven." The ender title mask hovered in overhearing her mind wabble. 

"Doesn't make it easier in my soul or heart. We just keep forwards with it, even when it hurts. That's being human." She picking at the last parts in a bag needed and last parts of gear attachments, "I want to know if that coldness is the result of this feeling I have."

The mask shook not sure, as this was more a host thing then the title. Both peering to the door of her dorm knowing the approaching of meddlers. So much about this universe has curveballs and problems. It's not peaceful for the ender to be leaving it, in fact the beef among the gods will make passing that crossing harder. 

"It's been a while..." She turned deep focus of the gateway that pulls from the tome pages and solidified hard into a busted rotting wood frame. Monster claws marks and dripping in mysterious substances. The ender title backs away from the doorway, as the sheer energy that created, is broken. But equally it doesn't even exist in space and time law to this area. She willed this door here, and its only her that moves it. The person stood at this gateway looking. They look everything as expected of both parents, from the grey and black streaks. The cold sharp eyes that makes their father undeniable. The brown hazel mix colours of their eyes and mid-length hair tied to pony tail. The hat and unifrom of an undertaker. But they are breathing, alive. Chest that paused in shock seeing thier loved one. 

"The ender has met up and made a deal. We are crossing to take the eater and the things that don't belong - if that is what the souls wish." They stand at the edge of this gate, nearly a hand to reach forwards. That gaze of shock how much she looks young again, "How are you're pages?" shaking the child of the gate out of the stupor. 

"Barely contained." Leana nods with a gentle smile, pulled her very flesh off from places in order to brought forth the most fragile tome in her collection. Pages take breeze and fling into the the tome the gate child brought forth, accepting and exchanging pages and scraps of pages. Containing the threat of soul fragments from drifting away. Once the pieces were settling, both tomes closed and returned. The gate drops into the flood of stones and pages, pulling into her storages by her clothus skin cloths grapple. She stands feeling the adjustment of new and old sins. Takes up the travel bag and takes leave of her dorm. The ender title clings at her backpack watching her back for now. Reflective of what that gate meant. 

"What are you thinking?" Many spat at his exiting of the threater at the side of the ender that arrived in need of aid. She meets middle of the corridor, staring the two approaching and how he passed her unaware. But the visitor ender stopped in looking at her gear and even of the blood she left behind trailing. The ender mask jumps and attached at force over Mat, pulling him to her storage. Manhandled into her shadow unwillingly. She turns with the hanging tree. 

"Elder Lesh." She voiced in bowing to the black bark tree and red flower that twisted in gaze at her, "May we take borrow of your willow?" The sheer force of a branch snaps and fell into her storage, "I give you a my exchange." Her soul steps away and fells forwards is her human corpse. The Lesh takes it under root, pulled to feed it. Both in bow and she sharply takes walk to navigating to the underground crossing in this school grounds. As this is the brother's school, not the saint August. She kicked the doors that lead down the basement level in the teacher's faclity area - ignored as a demon spirit or oath walker. 

"Leana." Her brother hissed at the gate. 

"I have a job to do. I can't be alive or human to cross." She shoved him aside, her hand inked the death tome. Her sheer forced will altered the book in hand and dripped of excessive inks and wet. He couldn't keep a hold as it soon slaps in a splat over the floor, moving its own pages with slick strains of mulch. He kneels over the tome in pale shock, hand trying to touch the surfaces, "When you know the truth of the way things work, they in return show their truth unfiltered."

She looked back of her brothers turn of fear and desperation about the state the tome had turned. He trying to scoop it and finds the ink sludge sticky tack all over his hands. She looks onwards of so many others in witness and turn away of feeling the terror. The excessive energy created by this, was leaving her footprints glass staining the floor with blacken melt, as if she is made of lava and turning the floor into obsidian as she touches. She makes it to the other side out of the living realm, but still her prints are not erasing. Even space and time attempts glitching this, and still these marks persist and linger. When she left, the school was lost of all energy and tensions. Humans completely lost touch with demons and angels... the area as if cleaned of all supernatural properties entirely. Be it the whole state of North Carolina is become a purified human reality of no abnormalities. Churches loosing the divine will of god reach at equal measure of no demon cultists or strange nature. No, only the cycle of life and death at dance in nature is all that rings the Smokey mountains. 

"Just enough mocking corpse type." Foot rested at the gaping open stomach area, her claws at tug of the souls and stones.

Materials it ate. Mat sitting sickly with head over a bucket in sight of it all. It wasn't not even a fight. She walked into the neighbour realm, shoved four swords through the spine and began dissection - indifferent and lacking humanity. The ender of the place was using a dagger in taking slices off the leg. He presented them to the bird's of deaths mail order for his universe. He was also feeding his local hidden unwittingly. With a last exchange of tome pages, souls and inking. The request is as finished as it started. 

"Did you ever finish helping the research teams discovery of the dna altering mutatations in that one universe? The place were earth fell to a flesh alien apocolypse." He asked with dagger presenting meat to a nightmare creature in disguise of a death bird. 

"There are no gods. No ender. The law there is purely self drive without divine, magic or energies we can explain." She pulled his hand over and made him hold a crystal carved basket of eggs and stones, "The mutation had passed to the clothus realm... and they face dire... dire fate." He drops the knife through the creature they been harvesting from. A nightmare shows true face, altered to a gaping maul to large of the visible body - driving in follow of the knife. He flitched evading being bite by the fake bird and shivered in backing from more other things devouring the corpse.

She turned with making proper progress over the souls in need of last rescuing. taking it's soul to hand and measuring the depths of its being. She sunk this to herself and turns away. Gifting nine death god blades that belonged to his worlds. The tomes and some other personal items of those ate. He barely held out the crystal basket with accepting them. The bones of the remains of the monster sunk bellow her feet, her right hand held her face. 

"So these nightmares... are?" She shakes not of having an answer for the ender's before her. 

"It doesn't matter if we understand or not. Somethings are what they are. We can look at many angles but it doesn't change the way and what." She adjusted herself, her soul body as a whole disfiguring and then sucked back to human shape. A last deep gulp from her. Her thumb wipes away blood or drool, "Survival to exist is a constant, a concept all souls regardless of views and angles." She waved the basket to alter into a material law that accepted in the universe. She pulled Mat from the floor, "Mat was right. I am the broken one." She takes the gate the ender gave in removing them from his time space. She bows respecting and prayer to all. Exiting peaceful. 

The flesh trees pulled away for them, making a path back to the sea. The breeze rips right through flesh and torn her many layers. But she shelids indifferent of her pain, brought Mattu to the corpse tree sunken in black sand. The gaping hole of where used to be a pit fire. The sky is missing one the moons now. The purple red water lapping. The green cloud hissing with pelting the ocean ahead with stone pebbles. Another landslide at the far side poured a new melted mix of broken. Rejected ocean objects littered and glam the black sands of gold hue. 

"You're welcome to go now that the task is over." She posed hand to the ocean, "They need you." 

"What are you?" She shakes at that and sits herself at the dead corpse tree that been her shelter for years. There plenty of objects left here from her previous many visits. She pets them all and snickers in recalling her obtaining them. She jolted in hearing sand steps and peers that distance, in seeing the neon hypno gaze. She lowered again. Omens took snatch of Mat and drags them both the oceans capture. She nods at this, nodding only of herself. Her creatures all exiting the water and hover in watching the outside. As nothing inside the ocean is a bother of their interests.

The giggles of children and shouting about discovering a crab was echo. She stands big wave and warm welcoming the whole family to approach. The children run to her but it be the parents shouting in fear. Even so, Leana lowered and warmly hugs these children. 

"Look at you all. You're exactly what I thought you be and more." praising them all, "If I was a monster, I would eat you already." She purrs and they giggle all the same. Brushing hair away from eyes, mopping unknown food off the youngest shirt. An arm always at holding a hug over them. The sister of life with a gun lowered in seeing that her children aren't harmed. Death pats her shoulder. 

"Welcome home or maybe Welcome back to your origins." Leana easily lifted all of the children with many spare limbs and at ease to plaster them back on their parents, "Five." She laughed. 

"Four." He shook and she smirks. 

"Five." She repeated and brushed lady deaths face, "Such beautiful souls. I could never allow such harm befall them. I given everything. I feel like a grandmother." She laughed alone at this thought, "You met my children. You know." She pats both parents shoulders, "What will you both like now? Will you want the rest of your family to meet them? Cosmic reality to completely break into shatters. The very existence they are and the laws they bring." She pats heads, "It's going to be interesting." She speaks a word to each child and it was only each child that understands. Each unique in reaction and drifting at look of the ocean before them.

"Leana. What are you doing?" Death voiced. 

"You are gods. You're children are gods. Each a handler of laws. Just as you are decay and my lady of growth. Each is some certainty and everything expected when life and death meet truce. Each child had a universe to reign in developing their souls and ability. Each inflection of what happened to the tomes. As their concepts aren't anything new or without reason. Each soul an cog that we been without." She looked at the water, "Now you don't need me. I am finally truly erased. Each will take all I can give left. Each with now own the five sides of this ocean. Take ownership of the boundaries."