Within Veiled Boundaries: Shroud Over Their Eyes.

The ladies were chopping about in grandfather's kitchen. The TV plays the games how that has everyone eagerly shouting words. She sets the plates and cutlery neatly at each place setting. Her brother in the small bedroom with the spare TV. The strangers at grandfather's bedroom borrowing the jars of herbs. An unpleasant small misfortune imp snatched and chopped into the potatoes. She sighed of this. She did all she could for the table. Taking herself to lean at the coffee table. Her uncle and grandfather in small discussion about the future. The talk of the baby in the safe back office.

"Leana, how's the roast going?" A clear attempt to shoo her away. This was only the surface of what seems, the reality is that it isn't her uncle that grandfather is talking with. Uncle is in the back yard, man handling that very barbecue. It's any excuse to have her away from this line of fire.

"Perfect but the potatoes seem off. Not that you lot care." She lays at the table and pokes the hidden papers his left scattered, "Mom been talking to the British people on the phones more often. The school that myself and brother are going to is a boarding. Both fathers are paying for us. So your concern about the house being cramped will be in the past. It's going to be a issue of affording things. Once the next hurricane sweeps through, the tree by that fence will fall."

She twirls papers at her finger tips and these two men choose to ignore her for now. As if it was all nonsense. Maybe it was. How she think she sounds isn't how they hear her. For as smart she is, her tongue and slow accented words makes them ignore her. She slips an interesting request paper to her and fingers the undertakers stamps. Several kingdoms in collaboration. She leans reading it properly and slips it back hidden when her grandfather trails words. She huffed and moves away. Back to the dinner table with aligning the cutlery again.

"Sis." She has help from him as he seen the kitchen.

"Don't eat the potatoes." She huffed agreeing. He shakes no. But then he takes her hand swiftly and to the small bedroom. He peers at the kitchen.

"They stopped cooking." He shakes her with closed door blocking them.

"Either we are in paused time or they are under possession. Undertakers borrow human bodies along side our souls for some events." She turned the TV off and hold him to shut up, "Like this TV program. Watch this show with me. Look." It's turned off but she has him seeing the reflection with her, "Do you think the war between angels and demons are real? I heard that some fallen angels are turned demons." She sits them to the bed ans holds his arm. He shivered a lot but stares at the TV, "Can't exactly banish the darkness away. As without darkness then light will be to much." She pulled them into stop time. He stands around confused as this was his first time being forced into one.

"Death gods use this as the last minute. It's a slow of distance between time moments. Everything you do will affect you. You can't stay in this time stop. Not unless you don't want to be a human." She hops with him and pushed themselves past the geared spirit solider. She turned back softly to allow her mask steal the important content hidden in the wall of that room. The things they came for and were to execute grandfather for.

She gives her brother the inheritance he will receive when they go to school. She pulls him as he stares at the dagger. The family dagger is a symbol of spirit realm status and respect among death gods and death kin.

"47 human years we been seeking the Trickster that beheaded the lord of hell. This human that clip the wing of an archangel. Desecrated the sacrifices to the god." She pulled her brother into grandfather's bedroom for now.

"I have to fetch our sibiling. The one in the office." He looked at the folks already in here. The injured undertaker, the partner and the feather demon wings, "They work in the same guild crest as grandpa. Dude. This isn't the time to deny the world around you."

"Well at least let me help with my little sister." He hissed and she nods. She slips them back through, crawls the floor past the sofa and into the back office. It was true that she needed help holding the baby. He carries the baby safe and she gaurds him. She paused with giving grandpa a weapon. He brought into time stop. He reaction softly with the knife given ans her pose of silence. Her brother makes it through to the bedroom. Someone in there closed the door. So she can't go in. She creeps around the back of grandpas chair. Time back.

Notedable, no longer she need to use clapping as an aid to activate this time moment pause at will. Rather she understands her capacity without invisible panels showing her this.

"Pledge your soul to us, hand over the death blade and remove your human. Only then we will not have to take the lives of your daughters and ex-spouse." She removed from her shadow a pouch of warding salt.

"Don't bother." Her grandpa meant to her and plays it to the guy. The knife she gave stabbed onto the coffee table, "What are you able to do that will kill us humans?" The fella is stuck that her grandpa is aware of the no harm human laws, "You're in the living realm on human law lands. What could you possibly accomplish?" She sinks away more as someone exits the office.

"The human baby is removed from the crib."

"The children aren't watching TV." Another reports. The commander here stands in shock.

"Unless there a Seer here, this isn't possible." The big man kicked the sofa, the whole thing moved crashing the diner set and he snarls, "We will not have a single one these souls leave us."

"How shameful. How dare you!" Her mask lowered from the ceiling and creeps about. Claws scratches surfaces and hand pulled through the face of a small foot man. Soul at her tips and dripping in blue blood, "I don't approve of you lot meddling in my peace. You will not take them or change the tomes decisions. I care not that you are Gods. I care less that rule over humanity. You will breach the peace of other realms if you defile this set of humans." Soul shoved back into the corpse.

"We don't listen to freaks like you." The commander with to slash. But there was no mass to touch, not even air current change or anything of energy. She managed to pull her grandfather from the chair. She strike returns with a weapon from her storage. Takes the soul of the commander. Her hand of both shadow and human held up the core. Her face with a mask that snorts down upon the fool.

"Poor lamb." She echoes both being voices. Her humanity and the depth of nightmare, "Useless." Soul dropped back into the body, "Get out before I ask it of her ladyship the honour's."

Instead now is a fight for their lives. Her grandpa taking care of the lesser men. The undertaker and demon guy in the bed room has now helped her mom, aunt and grandma. The only one not accounted was outside with the barbecue, turning meat with skwellers. Oblivious of the thrashing fight inside the house. Her brother manages through the bedroom window with the baby, has their clueless uncle brought to the front of the house. Mom and aunt snapping out of it but grandma passed out between them.

It's just Leana and Grandpa, scynonization of attacks. She dances steps well and very practiced. The last standing is the head of this operation, standing around ash piles. The demon and undertaker backing up blocking exits.

"Next time." The soldiers hiss and pulled by the goddess. The goddess takes payment for this travel. Lefting Leana some gifts laying around a smoldering pile. Leana isn't fussed of taking precautions as normal humans should. Right over the items and shadow storage them. She back tossed a necklace to her grandfather.

"One of many among the death realms. Likely the cult of demons that have been against human sigil hunters and humans god followers." He tossed it to the demon, "It's not something to ignore."

"Whats the deal with your granddaughter?" They tried several times to look up her ID with Sigil crystal tablet. Results speak themselves as no record.

"Half blood. Both a fallown and Seer. I suspect it's something with her other blood." They stare in how she been collecting left over sands into a jar. Sharpie pointing dots of spell runic craft. Disappeared from her hands as she standing up right.

She wipes her hands clean and rushed to the front of the house. Checking how the family is interacts with the dragonfly crest undertakers. She studies a distance until her mom waved her over. She pulled back to the being just a little girl. Watching faces and strange creatures hidden from the blocked sight ones. She had been picked up and held close as the conversation was about children safety. Eyes meeting gaze with a god bird on the shoulder of the injured undertaker. She shifted for the bird to look at something she did see, pointing at the death marker on her grandfather. The bird noses about her own. She shurgs.

"A gifted child you have. May I?" She finds herself passed over to the injured undertaker without worry. There is only the need for her aunt and uncle to be memory changed, seated into the truck. Baby in the car seat.

Her brother was back from the backyard, turning off the barbecue gas canisters. He posed the finished meat on a plate over to whomever wanted some. Her attention is back to her grandpa and his allies, how they interact with the dragonfly crest undertakers. It's a mutual respect, truce and contract relationship. Clearly they hired her grandfather for things before, knowing his time was up has eased the process of him being found and hospitalized (making reality's law fit to the situation). It be her grandmother that discovered and mom helping. The kids in the small bedroom oblivious of actions. It be when aunt turned up and the Ambulance loading in the fraying health of the strong man.

"It always seems this moment repeats with soft changes. As it was always intended but never played the same." She talked at the undertaker she being held by. His in a uniform of the school, the crest blended with the school shield. She sees that one arm of his is in a cast, holding her with the only good arm. She smiles to match his and with a slip of hand in shadow, brought out a fedora that matched the suit astatic. He had to put her down with feeling this hat, taking it off to look at it. He puts it on with softly nods.

She looks back of her mom locking grandpas house. Aunt driving the far distance, tires screeching. Brother is getting into a car, suitcase put into the back seat. The booster seat was set be the undertakers partner, and the feather wing demon was staying at grandpas side. The undertaker is pushing her to get into the car, to not look back and pay mind of the changes the house is going through. The ruin it is. The blacken busted glass spray windows. The fire rescue mindlessly at work. She belted in and leans into watching the window, how the world passes by. Silence for the most part.

"We are all at least making the ranking requirement to skip the boring parts." The driver speaking up, "How does mage work sound?"

"Are we working direct with the royals or is this underdog stuff?" She retorts back with her brother looking pale to the news, "Or are we crossing to the other side of the unknown to one the neighbors?" She tugs the belt with leaning to look at the front seats, "Not that it matters for what we going to do." They seem tongue tied and worried looking. She leans back at her spot and back to watching the worlds pass by. Her brother staring too as there was something very dubious about the way they traveling.

She relaxed and allowed her many senses. Allowed the laws to flex and alter her. She was not a little girl sitting on some booster seat. Nor was her brother a snot brat with ripped clothes. He in the best silk finery a grim reaper can afford on salary. Having let loss his humanity has been reshaped with bones. But his still expressive in how his hands habit or tilts glares. Once they stopped to park up, it was an beautiful forestry rural area with miles of wilderness from as far as wings can flap. The very car itself was a rust bucket and barely was any show of the vivid life the real living realm holds. The door fell from the hinge and powdered between her fingers as she was getting out.

"I know this place." She twirls and steps in gliding pace with being right over the tree reach. She held forwards a meat cube that disappeared in a blink. She softly stared humming a light tune, there being clear vocal words that are unspoken aloud.

"You are both qualified for succession to take your grandfather's duty and as test..." The undertaker voiced and puts pause of how her brother palms his face. That backward look at her breaking some norm. He kicked a stone and pose that they should just ignore her. The partner stares scared but nods. So the rules of the test follows. More like just to surviving the forest.

"Siren!" She jumps at a out of place pole with air raid horns above. She had even started climbing on it. She was reaching up at metal spikes that weren't there a second ago. At reaching the top, she pulled tools from her belt and was repairing the wiring. She cutting a new lead of wire when she sees her brother turn to the check point. The two undertakers stare at her from above.

"Yo, it moth man around or we have the swamp clump?" She asked the pole and the air horn blips soft of a toot. She pet the thing and gets to finishing what is possible. It moves for her, taking them a route into the forest. Leaving behind bewildered undertakers that weren't paying attention. Siren got her off it, bleeping and making plenty of loud mimic sounds. The string of sound wasn't clear but with this being the nightmare hunters ground. Siren was warning the others of her. It makes a dash once she was placed at the meeting spot.

She pulled a flask of hot drink and pours a cup. Leaning on this bench beside an open air visitor board. The missing posters plastering every available tree. She getting comfortable when the shuffle of the undertakers approaching circle evading her.

"You have a test to do."

"Rather boring. I don't want to be crawling my brothers back. I don't get paid enough to be his nightmare." She stirs a silver spoon with the bone China cup set. She swaps legs in how she sits over this wood bench. The steam raising and forming beads of wet at her mask face. There features of her that break any conventual norm, as her mask jaw parts open for her to use her human like lips to drink the tea. The material over her shoulders acting as a cloak is flicking itself in the same way the fake trees here fluster in no wind. She not at all out of place in this gloomy forest of creeps, rather she blends in as one of them. Mask expressions are independent to her human ones, making doe this discomfort for not knowing which ones are her real intent. 

"I hate this place." her brother exiting a brush nearby and looking over his shoulder with frowning. 

"But they love you." She cheers and he instantly glares her way, "You're a local celebrity. They just want be close enough for a photo and maybe a needle of blood." he moved quicker at approaching her now, "You think I am any different?" 

"You're my little freak sister. At least I know you well enough to not mess me around." 

"I guess your right. I don't bother soul removal on you." He snared at this and joined her at the table. The undertakers finally brazed the courage to sit too. 

"From here we need a guide up to the school grounds." 

"Well if I knew that." She puts the tea down and stands. She claps thrice and then rolls her voice in a continued 'r'. The path clears for them to the gate. She throws a bunch of goodies at the surrounding. The three other take this moment to not waste it and got through. She pats a near fake tree and goes through. 

"The mistress is back." heard throughout as the forest enclosed once more and the relax of the creatures are back living about thier lives in this dark place. 

"Eliza..." the headmaster hissed, "Sure. I should have expected." he grumbled darkly and with turn to the two undertakers, "How do they tie to you?" the undertakers say nothing. 

"How could I not pass the opportunity to have more status among folks? I can finally be S ranker without being asked stupid." She play punched the headmasters arm, "My dear brother here is a good soul among the death order. He do well with the difficult cases that death can't interfere into. It be a nice perspective for him to learn about the outer living realms." 

"Stop it." he blocked her hand and she smirks mocking the demon. She lets him off and slips around avoiding the headmaster completely. So she can approach the elder hanging tree. She starts proving the tree gifts and return of lost items that it treasures. She at her knees at the roots, hard at work as they are disscusion of topic. 

"She has a long dark history with many courts. Including among god courts. I am not surprised that even having her soul erased and cleaned of all memories... it didn't exactly fully work." Its becomes a crowd of people that knew the undertakers and welcoming her brother into the crest. When she finished with leaning at the tree trunk, looking at the words of praise about their grandfather.

The high expectations to fill in when his no longer able to take the role. There a clatter of discomfort about what to think of her and the strange she brings. Yet gladly, her brother respects that her strange has purpose. That she has her reasons and knowledge beyond the basics. Putting her double ranking as tributing this. In the moment he said this, they all were keenly changed expression to fear. 

"It never changes." The demon with feathering wings takes seat at her side. She peers to how grandpa was in undertaker form and stood at her side. 

"This universe is unique for it way that time is not one line. Rather its the strips, shards and mismatched ribbons of other broken timescales. Laws never stay the same. The living world of today is often recycled and broken into a new. By yesterday, there is last year. In forwards 9 weeks will be ten years." She does finger math for a while, "nine tomes. 194 true god titles. 7 holy heaven realms." she leans into the tree, "We just the little bits that have not cling to a new restart yet. Rolling in the tumbler until we stick to the surface of a future we can handle." 

"Putting it that way, it makes sense." the demon isn't a local soul. None of the crest are. Even her own family were from some other tomes that become melted among these, "What happened to you?"

She refused to answer this for now, only that she removed her mask and then her undertaker face too. Left only a void of blackness in the area that contained her. She leaned forwards and reached her hand through. Removing a gloopy black object that turned into a tome. She puts her masks back on and opens this tome, that melts and drips. Softly able to turn the pages. She sees all these souls around here as names in her tome. The remains of her origins. like her, lost from the branch of time itself. She drops it back into her. 

"I am the record keeper of the souls that came form a time scape. What exactly happened to it... isn't pleasing to hear. But we are souls no different to the nightmare creatures of the forest itself around this school. You lot were able to keep in law. They of the forest could not." she stares in how her brother is nearly whisked off someplace. 

"Before you go." Her grandpa voiced in startling the crowds, jumps down from the tree. He goes speaking to them all now. 

"What is the nature of how this place works?" the demon wing asked.

"You're inside the ocean. A soul drop in the depths. There are layers, currents and sunken lost things in the abyss trench. We are the fish just trying to scuttle by. Sharing this water with monsters of all eras of time. Dinosaurs to machines. We are the ocean no one comes back. If they do, their soul changed forever. We wash away artifacts lost time space and time onto the shores of other universes. We take the souls lost from the ocean trench, lost at sea and boats capsized from beyond human reach." She takes pause of seeing that this demon has full depth of her meaning, "So you know about the outside. The unknown beyond." She play punched his arm.

"It's why we have such a concentration of mage type humans. Their native lands are surrounded by our waters. They are our neighbour, little moutians in out sea." The demon rubs how that did hurt him and blinks a lot.

"I have ownership of the sands that surround this sea, protecting it with my vast soul reach. I am not the sea but the container around it. I allow it to spill and for thing to cross as they will. I wish souls well in the journey onwards of those they wish to walk." He looked downards of the crowds that are so clueless of her status, "Don't bother them. I would rather this peace then constant fear. It will only make me sick all the time. Eating to much energy makes unpleasant stomach ache. It's a balance act. You scare them just enough to not starve yourself and not to much that they never want to be around you." he held his chin at thinking about that, "Your sense of intimdation or blood lust should be handled the same way." he sighed and nods that she knew. He give this a practice at her side. She makes left hand gesutres in showing a measurment attached to the feeling. It was helpful for the wing demon, gettting to the point of almost mocking an angels intimidation.

"Humans method of intimdation is a totally different set of skills and will take having a human life to understand." She says with lowering down her left hand, "Once you have that. You might be great at parting god eaters from devouring gods." he looked at her with a pale shock, "Oi." She elbows, "Don't even. I was being sincre. This place has some thin veils, and sometimes you just have to tell a god eater off for touching things. I can see your the sort that might run into such troubles. You stink of passing through some such places." He caught his breath and calms down. He stare blankly for a while and sees how the lot down there are looking there way. 

"Oh, My turn." She stands up and dusted off. the tree helps her too, "Thank you." she humms and jumps down to thier level, "What are we up to in conversation? I wasn't paying any sort of attention." 

"Leana. What ranks are you?" her grandfather asked. 

"Mmmm... going by the fact your A ranker. I am above S ranker which entitled into Cog oath. And..." She pauses with a moment of frozen pause. She snaps a finger for a moment and then smiles to the next part, "The realm owner of the dwellings of Nocturm. I over see the creatures in my vast landscapes and tome boundries." she wiggles all playful, playing this down as a sort of joke. But with the wing guy doing a bunch of waving at her back for some reason, she knew they dont pry further. 

"You adjusted what you told us by the one with the highest ranking." One ponders. 

"No... its that a cog oath are mysteriously rank. They break laws that we can't understand." The headmaster hissed and takes a moment of pose. He kneels to beg her, "Will you please stop one the god eaters you left here from eating the Clothus?" 

"No. I will not stop them from eating the only source of food there is." She crossed her arms, "The clothus should die. So take that request with someone else. Someone that doesn't have a vendetta with them." There a shock and make himself stand up right, "The creature your concerned for can't devour anything that you are. It can only eat the things that don't belong to this place. So things that break laws are often the only source of a meal to a starved creature. You should pay mind to the compendium of abyss creatures." She snaps and even her mask makes a click at such emotion. There a lot of hand gestures about the headmasters actions towards her. Them disscuing the fact that he has to ask her about it. 

"Ragnar?" her brother asked. 

"No. These will be my rat pack. My four girls and seven boys. Headed by two lady queens. They always skirt your feet." She crossed arms in not being all that surprised of her brother knowing some the creatures nicknames, "I love my ratty children. They clicky and cute. Always tongue wiggling." She gestures in adoring her memories of them. Hands at face with smiling to herself. 

"We need to gather some the materials from the edge of the forest." Her grandpa is now ordering the team, "fresh branches, fungi of purple tone and red berries." She tilted in knowing she has that in her storage already, given that her creatures always exchange lost materials for meat. She hunts meat from sigil guide requests. So about nearly back to the levels she had in her prime as a tome repairing the several universes this current universe is made from. All she is missing is materials that can only be obtained as an outsider that left this boundary of living. Everything else is in the tome shadow realm where her sealed library and junk yard of unknown stone, glass and crystal is. She even has a shack full of jars that have samples of every material she collects in her many lifetimes. A sealed closet of candles, she used to make them and now those candles are to dangerous for use. 

"Will you at least try some the requests that not even the highest rankers can do?" the demon with feathery wings asked her as everyone else was gearing up for the forest. He posed his left hand full of paper documents. She takes them with her left hand and flicked through these. She sunk the paper into her skins, tattoo reminders of requests. She does this a lot, there some old request she hadn't finished on her. She flicks her clothing to alter with magic craft. Altering into her hunter oath gear and putting her into the 'Penheart' disguise. She steps off the grounds, leaving the pale company of beings behind.