Within Veiled Boundaries: Shroud Over Their Eyes.

Even as the trial ends, the work set out to undo the damage had already began. Now with very soul accounted correctly, no letter written out of place. The events turned backwards, back again in the cleanest slate possible. Shining the brightest of creations flames as a beacon that flocks over lost gems in a voided black sea. A few billion of stars minute a few clusters here and there. Seeking depth of spectrum light in otherwise vacuum partials of dead ice.

Collide of three planets shatter and moulded the foundations of a new dawn, what was a history is erased for now. The large mass takes a few passing god centuries. That of waged wars and the accidental creations of monsters. Monster of course life, breathe, survive brutal wavelength of existence and lay to sleep as attached souls. Paving the boundaries that will be later realms and gateways. The dinosaur age raised of the final gods left and the truce tied hands of these gods. Each selected races that will bind their miracles to the lands bellow. Only two gods didn't create or destroy what was. They insisted in using what already was there, paving mammals to lead forwards. The anger of the other gods of such nonsense came to from the commit that smashed the surface. The races of demons, angels and undertakers hide in gates and became disconnected from the living realms but stood close with thier creators. Creatures crawled from the most unlikely of places, plenty of dna to exchange and grow. Life and Death play thier chess game. Unaware of their game creating havoc of climate and especially the passing several volcanic eruptions and ice ages. When the gates closed and no gods can witness viewing of the next 100 centuries. The melt away showed cultivation and civilisation holding tightly. Humans of my types traded and spread. In seeking purpose they carved mountains and shaped forests. They final got a handle of what existence meant to themselves and through their souls strength began prayer to reach above. Gods awaken looking. down in shock of being unaware of when humanity came. Now these living forms were here to stay, here to learn and find answers. Eras pass of new technologies and accidents slip of gateways being opened again. The flow of spirits among humans at touching distance but layers apart. The turned pages eased of order and chaos. Smart soul left the flames and made monuments of history. Civilisations raised and fell. Raised blood red dawns and ended white frost full moon.

A young man who not only murdered his own sister die to her return stab. Stood as spirit shocked of looking down at their corpses. She was not clean handed as he was. She was his only kill while she is the cause of deaths in good intent. He couldn't save her mind from the assumption she veils her world in, believing she was freeing tortured souls from the demons that possessed them. Her duty as a once living exorcist ended in his hand. He read of her plans to burn down the cathedral during service. Barely in time, having to end her ways for good. Willing to pay a soul over the many she will have spilled. Both could not fall and did not rise. She blames him always, pride in what she was. He was an odd one, able to solve things as complex as the secret codex trick she attempted to cover her plot to burn with. Death claimed check of their names and both took the door through to the realm of undertakers. They went separate ways and began the makers mark processes in becoming perfect crafted clay vessels. Graduated as full fledge beings and boxed to sleep until their souls have grown attached to thier bodies shape. Riddle was a impatient man, more then his own sister that hated him. He wasn't ready but he still left the boxing period to soon. He began his duty without a voice, being a mail runner between undertaker departments. The then monarch seen potential in the voiceless man, took under wing of the then shadow left hand. Riddle made a name of himself and when Pride awakened. He was forced handed to duel her for the position of shadow monarch. But Riddle is a strange man, although they both knew he faked his defeat. Pride accepted the terms and was the lead shadow spy of the monarchs behest. She does a great job of it, her living human life is full of experiences. Although there was still resent, she had rule over her brother and made him pay with making him do the lowest or dirtiest work. He didn't mind it. He secretly was on his own mission, sensitive of things the undertakers around him could not know of. He got very good at survival and it part thanks to seeing the unseen, watching creatures among them. He could tell a undertaker was in a bad spell in just what creatures cling on. It was his secret. He learnt of other things such as how the soul fragments of past pairings haunted the ones left behind. He kept every partner ring in his room, sealed in a box and only opened for when a new ring was to be crafted or added. The fall of four Kings pass, time ran forward and the inter War against other race beings came to be. Fighting demons and angels, the gods weaponized humans in ridding all the spirit worlds. That got around quick when humans began back stabbing everyone around them, even themselves. The two human sides became key names of history events. Undertakers grasp the duty to protect existence as time reverts backward to loose track of which humans were cursed and gifted. Demons used humans to back stab the gods in retaliation for the war event. Angels chosen forgiveness and continued to side with factions of God types. Humans become over baring to make sense of 'logical' actions they took for survival. Especially when faced in many natural disasters, they continued to evolve in unpredictable ways and the technologies they grasp of these changes. It broke minds in why humans had clever but things that shouldn't have work, used in thier favour.

As human souls passed away in the new age of dawned technologies. The outdated afterlife systems had to bare changes with clever minds. Even the vast majority of people that died today were able to read and write. So this had to change practices undertakers had for their souls exams to become an undertaker. Instead of wasting time shadow monarchs time of more important things. The duty of training new undertakers fell down the lowest ranking shadow gaurd, riddle. He once more took up training several generations and... as the king's worry - executed his own partners that were of Fallown or Seer. He purposely made himself partners to those catch in time before they could be used as pawns by either fallown or Tricksters. Now his box of partner rings were a sentence of his crimes. The evidence of why he should fall. Pride hoped it was sooner that he be gone already.

But... the next turn of events as the 21st century shook new grounds. All these sides had to put aside the boundaries among themselves in for a new type of war that was due. The time of dream fall came to play.