Within Veiled Boundaries: Shroud Over Their Eyes.

"This isn't a time to be acting dead." To be awaken by his own family, Pride was without fail always had her way of pressure anyone for anything, even if it was small things from larger beings. Getting her brother to be functional was one of her magical abilities since they lived human lives once. Even as a little human girl, she made him do stuff for her, "You have a creepy visitor waiting to speak to you." He staggered in barely getting up. He studies this was Sigil many pathways and that their return to the kingdom is indeed blocked by some unknown creature. It was a large mass of what sees one single eye, it looked at him only.

"The first thing I need to know is that of they are ranked or another outsider in visit." He feels strange vibes and was drunken in action. He can't ignore whatever headache or emotional imprint is over him. He held his heart area the most as it hurt in a tingling. He looked to the eye and it seems to slightly more wet for an eye, "Your one of her god eaters." He analysis of scaling it and the lack of illusion glamour, "She gave you the illusion of a dog or cat. Bending the rules to accommodate you unnatural types. Not sure how a human can do that but I know an elder damned that knew to." He studies the fear in his comrades, "She went to help a neighbour across the abyss. You know what she is like." Recalling the court wolves advice. It blinks and seems considering this. It repairs the curtain of which it folded into, thus disappearing entirely. The bluff works for now. He prefers that he did something more lasting then such a bold lie. He was equally ignorant of somethings and didn't consider she would have been bored enough to do such things.

"Talked your way from cheating your soul from being devoured. I am impressed." One the many death gods closed a tome and yet stays in the lifeless manner. Meaning the tome changed. In fact, none of the tomes carried themselves with the supernatural self-awareness anymore. Don't float about or carry soul names correctly. As if the whole soul spirit system that made the defending the books was erased. Now anyone could read the soul names in a tome. Riddle reached and took the the tome, no longer was soul judgement able to be cast over a tome of souls. It was preferable soulless. The tomes held no powers at all. Just a record that felt meaningless to presume.

He watched as others do of things that should have been. Although now the books were lifeless, things crept and crawled. The undertakers across many kingdoms were being flooded of new orders and faiths of lost gods grow with strong presence. The living land turned back its hours and the souls of this displacement were thrown into purgatory afterlife. Entire pocket realms and minor middle worlds were being filled of souls from all stages of what was living world of humans. Withdrawing all that was to a time there wasn't anything resembling humans.

The major societies of existence raced over to the chamber of the gods. The place that all true titles of miracle soul come to pull together in seating over existence. Many in celebrating over some major change and more others looking broken and hurt of what has happened.

"We are no longer controlled by the tome!" Being the main laughter, "No need of some Ender. No need to keep recording the existence of what is and isn't. All there is and what we have."

"So single cell organisms don't exist?" Trying to understand them each other. The top gods in existence had made this choose without the consent of lower gods and gods of realm systems.

"They do. Everything that is, does."

"So Dreams creatures exist." The gods whom deal with such things.

"Well they do but they have never attacked humans before. So it never will be a problem." Riddle frowns at this arrogance. He slipped in from using special privilege to a gate for the monarch.

"Well actually." Someone being aware of such things. All the gods have contorl and knowledge humans have or will ever ask. This means that even humans are aware of such real monsters.

"So the folklore of skin snatchers are real?" An native American elder among worries. This sparks others in fear of other monsters. Those of Demmark and Iceland worried deeply of the fairy population being real. The Indian's have Jins to worry about. Making the main gods laugh at all these folklore non-existence.

Yet it was then someone brought up the lock Ness monster. That stirred the undertakers to have to bow in forgiveness of that failure to contain such issue. That underwater realms aren't affected by time skips and jumps. That the pre age dinosaur accidental was recorded by exploring English peasants. This put the assumptions that every possible urban myth creatures be undertaker mistakes or human misunderstanding.

"They found a living fossil. So what? Sharks, alligators (although size changed) are still around. There some fish and plants still exist from the first strike of the two planetary bodies crashing." Even so, this wasn't the point that lower gods worried about. It's the over imagination of humanity becoming real. That humans were too active in creating things that there wasn't a barrier that prevented made believe into realities. So horror will become real. Cursed dolls of the lingering dead will find no peace. There will be religions for demons and will summon these demons among the living realm, thus breaking the rules.

"But the living world has always held veils and laws that prevented this nonsense. What are you worried about? Such jesters." Turned ignoring the small gods. So the small gods will have to be accommodating to these many creatures becoming real. They put practice in warding away evil and unknown into the main study of thier faiths and put such things as common knowledge among humans. Even of it moment wars and complete change to future existence in coexistence. Someone had even had to respect that vampires and corpse carry can happen, so there were new title gods for and against these practices. The wish granting Jin also had thier own gods. Hidden demons who will be cult leaders were forced glamour in wearing human flesh, so that humans will seek to punish demons indifferent to how humans treat themselves.

"Jormungandr can live in the earth core while the surface of the tectonic plates will float above." Making many nod in agreeing that it will have to do. There seems a sudden community to make such a thing universal across the religions. That the great world eater will ha e many various forms but the same premise.

"Most gods and goddess's are just the personification of humanity causes and emotions. So in loosing ourselves, we will existence as these forces of will within humanity." The war gods, love and even the major Greek, roman and prehistoric types bow in taking leave for understanding their place. Loosing the rights to be individually reconginzed. This had made many have stand in protest.

"No! You were the foundation for other gods. You mustn't go. Lord Zeus, you have the right to command over your heavens. You mustn't leave." Others argued the counter of being just personification.

They became individually made due to being believed in as a person. That masses will not feel anything without the presence of God grace. Death himself has posed in this same issue. He is a personification of soul passing and became a figure through such beliefs. But to really make use of his existence, he be no different to the other gods that are emotion or willpower based. To that, he knew then that Ender, which was the gods fear, also needed existence even right this moment. Death with no strings attached to relativity of time itself. He peered down to undertakers. He felt they play a part on this issue. Beings who was made for the afterlife only; brought into human reality. It had to be among them that such a title of Ender will be. It forfilled the paradox issue around the title power.

"Mircales will no longer be impossible methods." A wisdom god shurgs such things to a knowledge god, "Humans will likely figure it out the longer they develop. But what they perceive as miracles are things that naturally can happen."

"So like a dead people can steal and become a living person if they just wanted to?" Back to frowning.

"That has never happened." The pose of undertakers being an example, "But they aren't dead humans after they been processed as qualifying undertakers."

"What about the spirits of the damned?" An angelic being asked his lordship and many laughed at the fledging for assuming anything like that existed at all. A foreign concept they had no baring to. But it was then the pale change of hell gods and revenge types. The gods whom been damned and knew of other damned in this existence. There is even damned right here in this chamber lowered in pain for being joked and mocked this way.

Since laws were changed, damned find themselves gifted with god powers, without burning themselves in divine blessing. They kneel grateful in finally being reconginzed and now they used it to take back things they should have. Some gods were being taken out the seats, and they pride themselves to much which was why they are then mobbed by these tortured souls. Taking anger out in the ways the damned felt gods at fault things gods did before now. Every single God was in some form labeled terribly for abandonment of their duties. Those accepted damned had eased punishment while the arrogant were left bloody at the floor.

"These are the laws you choose for all this universe to follow. So you must adhere to these laws. Gods are paradoxically existence. You both what you are and the figure shape they see in their minds." Riddle shurgs, "You have allowed in laws that weren't there before." He felt changed, his soul name was being released with it was its history. The contorting of his broken shape was filling out and adding more, "You didn't have fate or krama in the way law was set before. Now you do. Now you have allowed existence of gods like those that controls these things. If you allowed the damned to enact their will, you have allowed so much more." Charms hung off his changed clothing and the sinner chains that held him as an undertaker changed for this now accommodation. He was now changed status, a god follower for the embodiment of omens. By race, he is still a undertaker but his duty is to the god of omens. The tools in that cabin at the edge of dreams came to his mind now, as he knew what they were and how they been used. He could see what she was doing, gifted this knowledge by his god coming into reality.

"She still out powers me." The black three eyed raven whom seems has always been on his shoulder always. It huffed disappointed whomever she is, out powered a god. Riddle held at his own chest in getting muddled in the changes his experience. That his mind flooded of too much and so little sense. The chamber of the gods came to scream new wars and new means of war. That justice carries a weigh that meant something and causes a deeper divide of up and down, good and evil. A larger grey law between that housed plenty of room and accommodation of the new population of souls, "There is much to do, but you must act to the laws accordingly." The bird being huffed and glides down off shoulder. Upon landing rose to mirror shape and size of Riddle. They wear war paints that hid the scary nature of their natural shape. The Lord of omens held so many both good and bad tells and wasn't a man or animal upon deep inspection. For that matter, working out what eyes were real was the hardest. The body was cloaked in charms and feathers. There are so many types of feathers and not one the same. There is blood and paint. A feeling of distance even while stood beside.

"Does this mean that outsider visitors can walk among us too?" Riddle ponders in this moment.

"Don't entertain such things." Lord omens huffed with a soft whistling, "You meet to many of them."

"I mostly care if the god eaters she has as pets will be devouring humans." Riddle crossed arms.

"No, she would eat them otherwise." Lord omen shurgs with shoulders pat, "You mustn't worry about the monsters of the abyss. They aren't the threats to fear. It's those of beyond that we must take caution. I don't even trust our neighbours in shared universe boundaries. The one kid is soul dust and manages the entire multiverse's problems." Shook deeply in that clicking whistling, drawing in a breath. Lord of Omen stares upwards inspecting many and with a jump turned a hawk. Flew to throw things at particular hidden and not hidden alike. Riddle watched his god at work, captured in feelings he missed. Frozen up with savoring this moment to appreciate the gods return to his side. So much that he was tied to was easier as the soft motions of wing flight soothed.

"I knew it be worth it." Her voice seems echoed and he tilts in trying to figure out where, "If you need me, you going to work out how to find me. Mat." He was startled in that nickname being used, turned to seek her in the shadows or from anyone among the human crowds. But alas, she isn't here. So there was one place he did maybe consider. Peering among the dream and creatures of fortune. It was the first time he made obvious of his focus on these hidden types. He always did to in secert until now. Now he directly looked at them with acknowledgement of them.

"Riddle." Someone whose a runner for the kingdom with presenting mail. He softly felt the surface before looking at it. He trades with gifting a coin for the carriers troubles, even if they are a fellow undertaker of the same kingdom. He dares not read it openly this moment, as its the monarchs order. He stands with bow to his Lord, this bow was returned back in equality. Riddle finds his hand brush to a long brim hat that appears there, covered in feathers and hand crafted hat pins. It darkened and hid his face like always. Completed his full empowerment return. Drifts of darkness clouded his presence, hiding him in plain sight. He vanished taking a damned door out from here, stepping back into the undertaker realm.

Once he went back to his room, the spy order can be read. It was nothing to surprising. If anything it was the monarch testing his loyalty. Being told to take potential recruitment spirits through the undertaker processing. To train new undertakers for this new turn over of laws. He peers to how his left side was gone, so it meant it was reverted time. He will be back to human soon. So this order of recruitment was for his return. He smirks as his undertaker room was flexed of items disappearing and that history was being retraced. He puts a feather to the writers desk, it be there when his back. He let's his mind flooded of erase, pulled backward into living realms grasp.