Within Veiled Boundaries: Shroud Over Their Eyes.

The school library is an extended case of books owned by the demon territory. The spirit side is this massive mix public and Lord private collection of demonology and documented creatures of the hell realms. There are sections of law amf their typical free writer's section by authors who became demons. A few autobiography and some messed up folks that butchered or studied demon in a lab way. The more wotness accounts were an interesting read as it was about behavious that change in realm sectors. The typical human side is an educational resource for students. Everything is needed for human study, like acience concepts and self-help books. The student library is also a mix of fiction and nonfiction. There is double everything, even a restricted sector. But sticky fingers always find ways. She struggled alone for a long time, but she would take part in lower grade learning. Rebuild her knowledge of grammar and grasp of language living use. She was just the shadow in the corner between her hunting a cleaning time. She rarely comes to make her presence known unless it was required. She always was hovering the students who held negative energies, small unseen kindness that helped lift them. But she never makes direct conversation - not even the headmaster gets a peep from her. Yet there are other perks in being both a resident and a part-time student. She was of both worlds and seeing things without filters in both ways. She felt and saw as humans do toward the spirits. She was able in her own way to interact among spirit types like a spirit herself. Always just distance away from both. Although she isn't divers in the spirit languages, she struggled in the context of events and assumed common sense. Always sitting in strange spots, watching quiet and being nonapproachable. She can't let go of some routine habit, like food but finds herself unable to eat anything. She did try normal food but ever scince that day. She changed. She feels full around those with negative energies, attracted to them. She feels terrible doing so and seeks ways to change them. Never leave them without help or to be repeating torment. Her sight of humans has also dramatically improved. She knows by look who has nightmares, who can sense, who is cursed and who can see. She can talk to the dreams who follow them and spirit guardians. She has become a trusted spirit among the dream types. She has always protected dreamer sorts. However, there only human theory books. No demon can interact with dreamer types. Demons are repelled by dream and guardians but they do not see. Dreamers are ghost among demons ans angels. Humans only have sensitivities when tired or day dreaming. She now uses thier permission to document her own copy of dream creature studies, she uses the demonology as a template layout for how to go about it. As some demon types are restricted information types too. She orders them in when she speaks and meets them. Only what they allow her to write but they are teaching her inside things that aren't to be written. She respected wishes and does keep the information locked. She began a secondary set that the Dreamers teach her but are not dreams at all. These are the creatures that are ghost to all but Dreamers, monsters named phobias. The literal manifestation of real fears, terror and nightmares. As they are considered a separate class of beings. Their own laws and society. She was accepted as a fear herself - since she keeps giving students and demons jump scares. She now has some the student fears coming to her in adding more to how laws they follow and the boundaries in how it works. Informative educational study that she keep only to herself. Besides, no one will believe her. No one has her back. Not a single soul in school.

The evening glows of moonlight over the inner courtyard. Students are either training beside demons as graduated human studies have no purpose for them. They are becoming human resources for undertakers and demons. Humans use their sensitive awareness in hand to help in difficulties of situations. That the real reason the demon king is the eclipse headmaster of thus boarding school, giving combate training and humans the equality in spirit courts.

She sits under the hang man's tree. Used as death sentences. She learnt the history of this place for those still haunting it. A sugar cane plantation back in time where slavery was normal and justice was in the owners of the property. The hanging tree is a vile creature whom became twisted by the deaths that hung from its branches. It hunts and hangs demons. She gives the intruders corpses to this tree as appeasement and now it has a strange relationship with her. She allowed to sit with or on the tree. She feed it. It pets her like a cat. This evening isn't any different, watching the students learning sword. Laying along the branch down at them. She wondered if she could learn like them. To use things like that. To be prepared to fight in situations of demons or her own families. Anything to survive. The tree suspects that she wants to learn, always here when they are and her hands following action as they do. It has been a witness to many students learning, even abnormal and band weapons have been taught at its roots. Tonight is not the night but it considers things.

"I have never seen the gate open late at night before." She sits up at the ready and the tree was a moment excited for a snack. But the tree knows that being and pets her. Telling her it be no reason to try. Even so, she has a bad gut feeling. She is ready as she can be.

"Ugh, lord Cantor." The demon teachers bow and stop the students, "A pleasure." Bold lie.

"More little nuggets." Holding hands in hope while a secondary set of arms flap about gesturing. She knew those things as a curse casting and she breaks the casting in tossing a twig. This twing smashed a hand which broke the framing of a binding, energy wasted. It shocked many that looked around, a sharp student peering to the tree. The tree bends in letting her walk along and right up at the lord. She doesn't break personal space, instead prowling. Mask with no face and all armoured up in her protective combated gear. Silent.

"What? You will have to be a new guardian that was brought among the students." Looking down at her, "What or who owns it?"

"Wow there. He not a threat." The headmaster appearing without human illusion glamour, posed open surrendering between her and this guy, "He teaches curse removal and how to detect them." She flops her left hand and turns away now. Tree picked her back up and back into the tree nest. Headmaster gives a large sigh of relief, held his nose in a stress and turns to Lord Cantor.

"That's not like a king to act that way."

"I can't even began to explain it. You need to know that she is both a cog ranker and an outsider. She might still be human but something has definitely happened. She has lost her memories and acts like a cat in my domain. A glorified pest control sort." The headmaster crossed his arms, "That strung a demon god to the hanging tree the month before." Lord canter uncrossed two other pairs of arms. Four sets in total and looks up at the tree in how it pets her.

"Ants farm cow worms. I suspect its the same for the tree keeping her." A demon teacher twitched in fear, "She keeps your promise while she trying to learn what she is."

"She tried to eat a porridge breakfast bar. Poor kid. Not use to being dead." The turn of the human saying that, "She can't be seen by those that aren't gifted. She become a good indicator for student testing. They react to her in the classrooms if they barely sense her. It's weeded out many students that should been rejected in the approval for night stay."

"She taking part in the classes at all?"

"She completed the national exam like the others. Marked average... has some sort of learning difficulty. But she be able to cope on daily basic needs. She very good at practical, maths and science. She cooks and leaves these meals for struggled students and staff." The teacher shrugs, "Terror she maybe but everything is good intentions. Although, she really can cut through you with somethings. Knows when you will die ahead of the time. The few spirits who linger after say that the death god had acted strange near her. Like even the death gods are sensitive of her."

"Cog rankers are duty to the universe in something no other soul holds. They transcend some laws that we consider impossible to break." Lord canter explains, "The law of curse and blessing doesn't work on them but they do keep in mind of these things. You want them gone, the tend to avoid you to keep that term. Hell has a few cog rankers, heaven even fewer. They are mysterious and there little we are allowed to know of how or why they are of this ranking. Most gods have tried to unlock such things but a glass ceiling is hit. Even gods can not work over them. Their names are locked in a tome that can't be found, summoned or located. But they do have a place in the tomes as all that hold exists. But..."

"Erased names that have not been put back into the tome are ranked outsider. They do not exist. They do not have hold of law. They occasionally try but always universe law has protected us from outside souls." The headmaster nodding in adding to the context, "So how does a being exist in cog ranking and not at all?"

"Sounds broken." Studnets hearing the conversation chat between themselves, "Maybe she a broken soul." Sometimes humanity can fathom unimaginable things and this was that example. How the demons look upon the sea of imagination. The students making crazy theories of wild guesses. The human teacher shushed them all and the headmaster was now in a cold sweat. He knew that she told him, back before reverting time paths while she kept her memories, she was a broken soul. She pressed how broken she was and he at that time swept the unimaginable to the side. But now... now there is this iteration of time that its a problem. That she seems trying to ride a string thread width rope among them. He felt that dread amd that fear. Washing through him like all his instinctive sensations were to be totally afraid. She is keenly aware of his feelings. Sending a ink bird to give a gift, something he appreciates in a not creepy way. A little gift bag with some rare craft materials that his going to need. Jarred, labels and high quality. Harmless plant materials and a ink refill. He didn't seem scared after being distracted with such a odd and unexpected gift.

"See. She knew you felt terrible and is distracted you from your feelings. It's a weird kindness that doesn't help at the prime moment. But you really going to need them." The human teacher huffed after and claps to attention. They get on with the weapons class. The king and lord looking at the bag together and the demon instructor turns to watching the class.

"There is a Trickster who name was erased. But they were 'properly' erased. The Seers have came to me many times asking if abnormal Trickster was living in my domain. I do mean living like human living." Lord Canter crosses all his arms again, "I seen it for myself by the core index holder. There is a blank space name holder with Seer Trickster as the only part visible and there was room for their other names. I was shown a tome that had no name on it and the pages were blank. But it's a tome and it is active. It has a keeper that can not edit or read it. Death gods do use and activity alter names, but the ink fades. No binding I make will make these names easier. The letters used in the languages were indeed, erased. Meaning that book is an outsider tome. But it belongs to this here and this now. It is every bit within law otherwise." Lord Canter shook, "Something has happened and now we lost these tomes. I can't summon them. I can't reach them. But they are still in the active tome collection. Blank spaces in the core index as according to the index keeper. There seems a deal with death. Death can access it. But he fears the wrath of the tomes. He seen many taken and erased for abuse. He did report it to undertakers but they find no way of footwork to make the lost lives return. Like these souls were cut out of time." Canter looked direct at the king, "There was a book of humans included among these lost tomes. A bank heist down state held murder victims that names were in the lost tome. The death gods there collected and confirmed soul counts. The names... well. A page made of black appeared. It ate names and then altered into a death bird. It left. It attacked those that tried to stop it and it teared a gate of its own. That gate didn't close. I was there. I tried to close it. It closed when we executed a unrelated demon invader. There so happened to be a Trickster caused even of discrepancy in soul names. A five car smash crash. The names were in accessible form but..." Shook bad, "The page turned black and then dripped like bood out of the bindings. The floor sizzled and melted in contact. Those names... are erased too. The entire page is gone. Both sided."

The king gulps in that. Looking at the children here. Reflection of why suddenly humans of gifts came about throughout the world. Students that been kidnapped to be here as it was the only choose to protect them from themselves. Gifts of sight causing accidents and increasing risks. Melting tomes of erasing names. Souls accounted for but no names to show for. Laws breaking when it's not even their fault.

"There use to be a soul snatcher attacked the living here in this territory. But even that guy has disappeared out of the time path. The victims... all mysterious deaths. The hunter I hired for poaching it. Well... she also not the same." The headmaster shakes at this, "I didn't care about the war between humans. I never have. But now... the war has impact. I should have cared." Lord canter isn't aware and posed interested. The headmaster moved them away from the students and to a spot closer to her. She hears it and he knows she can.

"Does this do with your hunter?" Canter seating a courtyard bench and rhe headmaster across. Bag between and hands on table.

"World wars have came and gone. History reverts and changes forwards. Before this was fine, as names were ways readable and accessible. Densities could be regulated and we all were able to ignorant out own ways. Fight between ourselves about human treatment. Proving a point, a set of humans were gifted in blood with demon heirs. They became Fallown and many generations adapted as history twists. They were fine. But angels had their own vision. I don't know the history as it a secret among Seer. The exact way of things was always spoke in bold lies. But they were humans that couldn't see but can access tomes that no spirit can. Those names of those tome were souls that well sought for. Willing to break deals to trick them. But humans are adaptive and are human. Play by human ways. Seers became Tricksters. They loose the ability to summon thier tome after dying but had gained insight to afterlife. They became a problem. The two families collided in historical centres. Dirty as humans can be. Worse suffering then imagine by demons. Broke things that we never knew existed. Now undertakers can interact with beings nickname dreams. Humans have always had a strange way of dreams. Now... now dreams are become real. God slayers were such things. The more forwards we go the worse and worse things are. Something happened. It ties with the Fallown and the Seer. But no side will tell the same stories. Don't tell tales. I have a bad hunch. A bad taste in being evolved without knowing it. Played by both these human families using this school. Miss Tricky here is a child of both. But never before has one been so stubborn. But she isn't her families. She nothing like either side. No sides want her. This middle blood that has all this possible potential. Discarded away like trash. That she doesn't achieve whatever goal either humans wanted." She has listened very patient and indeed that stings. It hurts to hear the turth from other lips. He was exactly right so far. In exactly she been treated. She felt her own weights of bad things, burdens cast heavily and her own heart bleeding. Wipes away blood from mouth as nose. She stays regardless in listening to more insight, no matter the burden. The tree had to move her to its roots as she was to heavy for it suddenly. She leans back with it behind her, it support her as best it can.

"What's going to happen is the index becomes infected?"

"No one knows. Not even the gods." Canter shook at the headmaster word.

"There is. She right over there."

"She doesn't speak. I rather not. I know her to well. I seen what she can do. I seen the way the books react towards her. Tomes flee from her or attack her. But she never goes away." Canter taps thinking about such thing. Considering she both a Seer and Fallown. By turth she can see and read the tome she can access. But the index that would have loved such a host is afraid of her. A soul that would learn not to use souls but instead repair souls. Is she the cause or ground zero of the black page infection? What turth is behind her name being erased? Was she the frist? To many pointing things crossing facts. To much detail in between lies. There a story. She can't speak it.

"Clothus made a deal. A soul was tampered and sold. Enslaved." She cut clear between them and seems seated on nothing, "A worthless child that held no potential because she had learning difficulties. Her soul written off the page and gifted to the Clothus. The Clothus cheated humans at their own game but ultimately neither side won anything. A girl broke. Shattering a living human soul held consequence. Humans are both awake and sleeping. Traits are domain until death from living realms. They are able to hold sanity and insanity. While anyone spirit is strictly one or the other, grounded or feral." She holds her hands tight at her lap and face pointed down, "Clothus couldn't access the index they craved to conquest. The humans could not obtain the wishes of power the clothus held in being outsiders. In order to separate the names tainted by clothus break laws, names were erased. These are the blank spaces, govern by the only tome keeper able to hold the vast mix of sane and insanity. But she is broken too. Her name has become the curse. She is now a nightmare or Bane of the tomes. A devourer of broken things. To protect the sane and souls of whole shapes from the broken. This is the new boundary placed by gods but the gods have forgotten. Gotten caught in thier own war and a war with outsiders. Angry at the clothus. Afraid of the existences beyond the unknown." She looks at them in seeing if they heard her. They both at least react accordingly, "I used the freedom I held from being thrown away. I was erased and held no more attachments to this universe. I a broken soul found other homes and universes. I had been accepted and for a while feeling my purpose and felt whole again. I began to repair broken pages. I did many things and been many a thing. I was glad with my worth and I was better then what the humans said I was. I became a sought after hand in repairing many things. I respected laws. I watched impossibility." She lifted her hands into claws in hiss. As the part she hates, "This stupid tome index. This universe of its unfathomable stupidity. I am a well proven being. I have respected and been respected. I am trusted by other universes. I am the keeper of those universes books. Completes tomes rest within my library. So why. Why? Why will these book not allow me my duty? I have nothing but respect. I do not care for human wars. I care less of the families who adondoned. I had my time. I have reflected. I have accepted and I am trying to prove I had moved on." She cuts onto a clicking and stopped. She lowered her hands and gets back to her contorl, "But I am prevented. I sit waiting at the edge of existence while also being bound by universe law. I am by law still a human. I was a living human when I left and I was a living human when I came back. Time has reverted a lot with and without me. I can't be blamed for what had happened. I am taking the legal way of universe law in bothering the process of justice and judgement. I don't have to but I will because I am a still human soul. I may have broken but I never grown or changed. I am just the same girl. So I filed a god court claim over both families. The two sides are stabbing either in blaming each other. They erased me ans forgotten me. I am here. I am a good girl. I am doing exactly within the law binding. I have done exactly everything a human can do to beg for krama justice." She looks at her hands, "I have been granted a dilemma of my chooses moving forwards. Limited by the amount of time left by the tomes consuming harm of itself. I have my krama but should I dare bother. I break some very important laws. Such as the death of humans can't be direct cause by spirit hands. There is other laws like this. To many. I am just this looming shadow growing over these families. I am waiting for more options. I dislike the amount of disbalance my krama will cause. I will do harm to my more favoured hobby. I have never broken tome by my own choose."

"Ah, I get it. You would been able to remove and erase names too. Krama has gifted you a crafted revenge."

"But then I will destroy souls of those unrelated to the stupid humans that broke a deal with clothus. Index core keepers have their soul names directly as tome titles. When they due, the loose the abilities of the index but gain ownership of the tome entitled of their soul name. Erasing a index name is a bad thing. I am the direct result of this case. The burden of innocent realms lays in the justice I wish to seek."

"Why tell us this?" The headmaster snarls, "What are you scheming?"

"I don't have a scheme. I don't have a plan. I am not going to play the game. I would be no different if I took my chances. I don't want more then I can shoulder already. I am tired. I am done with pain. I just was making some clarity in your topic. The story you wanted to know. A perception of my side as you will eventually be curious of what they think and what they will do. You have a choose to tell them. Watch them torment me more as always. Bully me into the little nothing. I am already a caged feral thing in the corner to be forgot. I am done. I am tired. I will not break my moral in order to have unsatisfactory justice that doesn't scale the vast things I achieved. I am grateful for once having the existence I held here. The life of humanity and love. I am sad it is gone. Things don't go back to what they were. I came here as this was the last tome I seek to help. I am spent. I am done. I am beyond ashes." She folds, "So I wait for more options or just waste away. I watch you all break from the tome self harm. Unable to save you. I hold the very last ounces of existence, my last bit of willpower left. My last lifetimes. I can not leave here. I wished already many things. But I am ignored. Over looked. I am nothing."

"That there is why you are terrifying." Canter sighed, "A human lost of hope and lost of willpower. That there is stuff gods fear. The unpredictable nature of humans and unfathomable fate the break."

The headmaster can't add or speak a word. So much of her words impacted him. He knows she told the honest human ways of turth. That she did use her freedom to live lives she could never have here. He understood her unique soul powder ways would have helped her adapt travel across a multiverse and fathoms that there is such things. That she is sick. She been sick a long time. She looked worse each life passing. He didn't care back then. He does now. So many burdens she must be hiding.

"Why exactly is the tome against you?" He blurted.

"One mistake. It wasn't even of my will. A Clothus stole my contorl. It used me as a puppet. It broke the one thing the tome had preached at me. I refused my orders for as tortured as I could be. But they tool my lips and used my eyes. They stole my hands. They took the book. Using my body parts, while I was still alive. Worked around the laws. It was within bending it they way they could to steal index names. The idiots forgot humans have throats and breathing voices. The souls they tried to take ate them. I watched as tome reverted and glitches. My hands. My lips. My eyes. The tome blames me. I accepted that sin a while. I did repentance in all other universes and the most ultimately needed and repent duty I did. Harvest souls from God slayer guts. My work in repairing tome was practice for this universe. I am ready to work no matter what many time paths there is or what breaks. I been through it in other worlds. I had my time to rethink over it and I let go of caring a few lives ago recently. I am as defeated in being unable within the laws gifted to me. To do the right things. Right doesn't mean good or without consequences. I am tired. Done. But just saying is a contradictory fact. I am spent, that is honest. But I waiting for chances. I waiting to break things down when this tome is spent. It doing a good job of making it easier for me. I wish there was something nicer and there still can be. But I doubt it will be. Doubt there is salvation for feral cage in a forgotten corner."

The two demons have headaches. They were strictly keeping sense of exactly why tome blames her. But the worse part is, by her perspective as a living human that had no protection from Clothus. Enslaved by Clothus. Clothus are corruption. They are worse than demons. They might as well be humans with nothing to loose in hyperaware abilities. Fears that God's would wage war over. She held clarity and sense. She sounded insane too. But it was logical in spirit world perspective. A human with eternity to think over everything and do act out in safe environments. For her, human wise, it was over. The burden over her isn't hers. But it's being treated as it was her fault. These two demons stare eye to eye.

'She going to the end of us all and we have nothing special to stop her. There isn't any time to undone the past. The marks have been made and names are missing. There are no options and here she is came to us. Came to seek our veiw, reaction and to tell her side. She is right, that we will dig our own stuff of other stories. They really going to so things to her when they learn. Convinced that there is more.'