Aftermath agreement

"Philip..." He snaps out of that hold of his chest, porcelain mimicking skin creaked in order to allow him to move. Any creaks sealed again with standing in full attention to those around himself.

He doesn't speak out at frist, it was to jarring to say anything if he did. His mind swimming of many languages, words he was thinking as exact definitions of what things were.

"Judge, what is that?" The follower finally getting His lord had softly been backing away. It was a slow move that the follower was surprised to see, unlike any god image to fear something.

"Our Ender, I dont know. What he is, Tome?" the book flutters pages and shows the back page, "That isnt a word, noun or..." Sean stops a moment, "Wait, if that was a time distortion just now." He draw a portion of himself into a syth.

It clicked off the stoney surface of skins. There wasn't a reaction by having the syth bounce off. Not even a flea bit for them. This being was soon poses of showing it was thinking after long shocked stared at to long. He flexed a hand to break into claws. He pulls through his own chest and out, hands placing the soul piece to Sean.

"You did just say something like being able to remove souls yourself." Sean studies the fragement, he had a theory. He throws it through into a random world. He moved as dust glitters and float back out from the portal and through into the stood figure. What remains of a person still not reactant to what is going on. Sean goes to say something, but stares as if he was listening to them talking.

"Is that so?" Sean eventually words, "So what about your corpse?" A flex of a soft smile is all that was returned. Sean stares waiting. James shrugged with making creaks in joints, that fixes when he stand straight.

James's eyes had a alternating colours and pupil shapes. Those eyes glow and sparkle and at a slight head tilt were voided of anything. The whole area of the eye was pulled to a thin hait line of a pupil at something else. He was looking around at things, people and so on. He became normalized to a certain degree, flexed in looking at many new watches. As though he wasnt any moments from dying but instead just sort of mimicking a state of living, was doing his normal action with taking out a book. He closes this book and makes it fade away.

"Well?" Sean asked, "Aware of what should be happening." James back waved gesture, sort of word searching and then stops trying. He lowers to his uncles corpse. He was able to look past the gore. Folding the figure into a burial rite. Gentle with pulling over a shroud of cheese cloth netting.

He got a little to into it with building a entire coffin around with all they fancy extras. Velvet lining, rune inscription, burial goods and even the clothing sewnwd into what was left of reworked stitched skins. Mark looked like a sleeping person as the lid is lightly fitted for now. The people whom were about to clear the platform backed off, Deaths follower posing anyone from entrying yet.

"Somethings never change." Mark's Damned shadow hissed, "I admit you win, not that I accept it from outsider interface." He was paused to listen, "No. I am not about to be meat grind again. You're the expreince of murder is enough to question your alignment." There a snickered whisper, a gentle tilt of appreciation. Coldness as eyes study then damned shape of what remains from thier fighting.

A man of damned nobility doesn't have it in him to make the human shrouding. Even as a damned, there bore marks of scars on scars. The clothy skin was patchy, the face had black blood creaks keeping it a soild piece. The fact he was almost totally solid, at a moments breeze to be ashes. The darkness that should shroud Mark was gone. For a damned, he was thin and whistlely.

"I dont have any point in wasting time now." Mark goes to leave. There was a gesture made with one hand that torn chains through this soul of damned, "What is wrong with you?" Dropped into some sort of abyss, clinging at anything to stop this where possible. Mark lost grip and was heard laughing for a short while. Death himself steps with just checking the gate, finding it gone.

The crowds of spectators were a gloomy lot of dissatisfaction of missing out a war. A duel between royals had always been a beautiful sparring of spells. Death matches were the height of drama and leisure to watch. A islands nation with no concept of TV and Radio. They had newspapers and gossip at local drinking holes, church or function event area. Music stadiums or back street preforms if magic wasn't entertaining enough or to costly to one's life to play with. Those of siblings and ghost of other royalty have left already. They had other things to sort out and servants to clean away the stage.

"Law of Ender. There is only one allowed according by this timestreams law. The defeats must make up for thier crimes. It is regardless realities, times distorted or erased time of those souls from current events. He should have asked the mad ones... they would have helped." Standing straight, "Formalities. Justices across many timelines. He going to hate it." A pose of thinking, "Maybe..."

"Ah, so you can speak." Sean goes to punch, the fist is caught and a long froze up of arkward pausing.

"I didnt do anything. So this punch isn't worth its meaning." James dodged other moves, "Stop doing this. Or the tome will be... well... The last time it ate you and spat you in a hiss. You said something like 'I wouldn't dare that again.'" Sean stops and thinks on this, "Although, I am sure you forgot. A lot of souls were in the wrong place at time. You get effected by any pull significant pull backs."

"Fine. I will just have to accept this. I know you don't lie to me. You know I hate lies." Sean looks to the tome, it slams itself into James. The papers added mat skin tone and flushed out from what seemed stone. James did flinch, as the impact had almost made the mending around the neck loosen. He had to hold his neck by crossing arms behind. Standing straight. A loud snap made Sean back off.

"The tome said no one is interested in being added in at the moment. That we arent require for now. It also wishes to make contact to some neighbouring Enders with missing pages. To untangle missing souls and such." Sean tries to understand the point, "Are you interested in coming with or are you to busy with life among this timeline?"

"You have a funeral to be at!" Sean shook James.

"Formalities." James muttered and complies. He stretched a little with a last click that sounds unbearable. He steps to the edge of the stage, he studies and stepped off. Disappeared. Sean sighs and altered to a cat. Runs off chasing after.

The energy contraction of the area was sapped up by the locals, balancing the elements to how they are of this world. The many whom bow to the execution as a justices forfilled left. Death goes back to his office, back to make name adjustments in the tome. His follower bow on leave of his lord, and created a doorway onto his next duty. To oversee complicated deaths that edged to close from being dead or not. His clothes altered to suit the place he was going to blend in with.

"When things are fallen, he would be a blessing to see. Any other abnormal reason will mean worse outcomes. It be wise to tell the new mage king of not having his youngest hanging around often." The bird coos at Ravens shoulder, watching the crowds.

"It don't change their mind or heart, lord." Raven points out, "A death to early will only make them linger closer." Raven understands that the damned society aren't just a group to ignore advice from. They look up to the youngest royal for a reason, and there is due respect in spades.

"Philip, you have my order to continue searching for Milly, Jayson and Sammy." Their eldest was at the royal desk, aware of when or where James would stand.

The title of ruler has memory is given only the rulers. This allows back dating memories from the first king and queen. To have fresh recall inspite of never being born then. Given the taint of the last three generations, it has made some rulers erased from time be included. Such as Mark's memory and James's memory of that authority length of time. Knowledge like this meant being adapt at all magic every past royal has mastered and techniques of controlling such amounts of magic and knowledge. Its was sought for many generations before, and why royalty had a disaster of a bloodline before the this generations grandparents. They have those three brothers to thank for making it easier to find the ruler easier.

"Sammy was murdered with god slayer poison too. When he fled in his last moment, he adapted in a new world. He now a young God slayer himself, protecting boarders. He sends very smelly mail. A smell is all that is needed to communicate his meanings. In my last letter, I think he must be somewhere in dreams. The flesh paper was a little hard to understand." Anyone not paying mind jumped put of their skin. Sure the king brother knew but everyone else in the office wasn't prepared. James stood staring out the office window, looking out the plant courtyard.

"Philip!" his sister throws a ice dagger. He caught it in a unaware reflex. He still hadn't looked or moved.

"Milly and Jayson... I will look into finding them if you so wish. But your wise to leave it to our god parents of the MAC company. They are more equipped with searching. If those two never made it back among the normal world, I will seek any confirmation with the Oath hunters. You are aware of plenty... so my research into the islands health isnt wasted." James ranted on continuing without stop to acknowledge this attack at all.

"You have done enough for us. I just wanted to know if you knew." A hand gesture had reorganize every paper. The office flutters and soon clean, "Drinks cabinet."

"Ah, yes... I will replace it all." James walked around everyone, kicking the whole furniture piece into pocket storage. He pulls a new one to place. Opens a few doors in check, closing them gently, "Forgive any nicks it gained in my possession. I have loved it a little to much... a reminder of home really."

James moved back to the window. His avoided touching anyone, not even the unseen spirits were disturb by his move pass. The ice dagger was from his ghostly father, stood at the office door. The man was paranoid by James title names. The dagger was a slip of the late kings mind.

"I was about to ask something but now I have realised it was already answered by the rulers memory."

"Damned are free moving between worlds as long as the systems and environment allows them. They are classified as ghost type. Spirits of the dead, a more accurate definition." James softly speaks this to the room, "I am also in that temporary placement. Yet I am more complex. I hold title of Ender, a name the damned gave me. Gods misunderstood this title."

"You answered my questions at least." Another states, being the next to the drinks cabinet. Browsing the flavors and expansive tastes. This brother was making sure everyone had a drink, a sort toast between them for those passing.

"So what happens now? Those of us back together." Siblings weren't sure looked for guidance to those whom seemed sensible. Landing to the king or James.

"The living lot can have your bedrooms and titles of royals returned. You have note's of what duties you can help this country with in your rooms. The dead... well. You have your own things to do. Damned lingering around means you have unfinished business. But I understand your different, Philip. You're to help me where needed. We will come to a suitable arrangement." James gave a bowed nod to his king brother, "Father, what can we help you with? As your here for a reason... you didn't leave memory behind."

"Its a choose. I didn't leave everything memory for you to recall. You can too if there was secrets you needed to keep." James explained, "You wouldn't want to know everything I did." The king brother nods in understanding and is back to staring to their father.

"I wanted to know you were going to be fine. It looks like it doesn't matter now."

"So your personal wish hasn't anything to do with the living side." James picked up on, "You should go to the council and speak your matters. That is if they are still existing, but going there is still wise. I make my trips often."

"I did come to collect a few things before I am gone." The current king knew with opening a draw and throwing the content. A necklace with a broken pannel. The picture inside was of the late queen. The gift of having the necklace was plenty for their father. He gave his wave, "You will know where to find us." Gone for now.

"Stop running from me!" Sean jumps onto James shoulder as cat. The silver body claws up the shoulder and the sit perched comfortable as a cat can. He was making swift conversation among the siblings of royality. The atmosphere was better with Sean around. His presence made James's aura easier to handle.

"Have you lot done the follower of gods exam?" Raven had just opened the office in bow as this was ask by Sean, "I can see Jessica following your late mother's goddess of plants, fey and life."

"Maybe having a little advice from a god is worth having. Its one of the reasons why Sir Raven was hired among the family. You may step in." The god image on Ravens shoulder became real and visible, "Lord of Omens, your presence is highly regarded. A honour to have you be with us." The god bird tilts with a human manner, giving thanks for such humble wording. Raven avoided being near James, standing his place behind sofa of the three seated. Royals princes and princess.

"I would like to speak advice of caution."

"It be about not having Philip around. Yes, we both aware. Until we make a arrangement, he is lingered here. As his other soul has before my brother inhumanly became them." James bows at as his agreement to this wording, "But I think our grandfathers will be pleased that he has what he sought for."

"Yes, sought for since this timeline created this title and duty." The voices were many as it was many fragement agreeing. The discomfort was dispelled with Sean slapped the tail across Philip head. A soft moody pout in acting like that bothered him.

"You really need to tone the creepy factor, idiot." Sean huffed in a light purr.

"Whom are you?" The Lord of Omens asked. Fluffed plumme of feathers.

"One of the three keepers of the Soul Tome. I am Judge. We aren't universally required at moment. I told Philip James to attend his funeral... like a dead human should." A lowered ears with staring at James.

"Grey said something about the tome doing something to my body. Not exactly human after that execution. The outsiders had also did something which has Grey in a snarl at time edge." James spoke in almost a whisper.

"Ugh... Throw me to it." Sean turned into a spear to James hand. Considering the lack of space, James dropped Sean through the void storage and sigil corridor instead. He turns back to the window.

"I have sometime before I have to left this world behind. I have soul fragments yet to settle. Until then, I am going yo help my king brother and finish the sewage projects stage 3."

"Completing the structure, yes. Fine. You aren't going to cause to much harm with something you started for the people." James bows in the trust his given, "Sir Raven and Lord Omens, forgive us ignoring you. Its been a lot of work from the shadows. Formalities of having to deal with noble introduction hasn't been our top priority."

"Yes... You shouldn't eat or drink then. Wear under armour." The God flutters, "And you." A wing at James, "Dont tare the world apart."

"I will inform the idiot to not intervene unless dire." James gave nod, "His had his cloth on a twist about outsider requests." The god narrows in being confused, "You feel lost with what I mean. I dont blame you, I am always confused. The title of Final Reaper is a title shared between a set of beings... whom are the combination of three ruling souls and a unspoken to many whom are sleeping. The three ruling souls is the syth, the ink and the human follower. I am the human. The cat just now was the syth, not that he likes being seen that way. He often pretends to be his own reaper and confuses Death often." Sudden silence, "Forgive me for being weird. It's a side affect of titles. Sharing soul with those lot have consequences. There is other factors but they don't matter to you."

"ink? Is that Grey?" Raven asked.

"Yes. The tome is the combined of the sleeping ones. Your understanding it at least."

"Its not hard but we in the dark about why it being discussed."

The siblings huffed. James smirks a little, a comfort of just knowing they are OK. He looks to them with a soft tilt their way. They all have mixed look combinations of thier parents. Eyes that tainted either green, blue or dark with flexs of changed colour. The sister was almost the split image of thier mother. She had a very different personality that would be called rough around the edges. They each had some lower class habit from being away from royal tutoring. Even the current king was sipping a low end drink, nothing a royal would have. The dirty bottle on the desk side, the label was watermarked and faded. At this moment, James looked like a royal if he was pretending to breath. That would be ignoring thier clothing and room.

"It looks like we all need a refresher of how royalty works before the public nobility judge us." The king sighs with looking at his drink, "You would mind helping out, Raven?" Raven bows to the suggestion.

Although the memories of past rulers has help remind the king and change his demeanour quickly and with sobbering himself at the reminder that James is dead. Forgetting that James doesn't breath at all had unnerved enough other thoughts. His other siblings needed a refreshment course. Raven was quick to start with how they should sit and to critique the clothing chooses. Everyone left the royal office to be properly washed, taught how to eat and walk like a royal and a breif run through the nobility system. Talent wouldn't be wasted and memories growing up here has got them up to speed. It just was dance lessons after tonight.

...

Sean landed point through the mass of inky goop. The monster shape was to engrossed with the last little negotiations needed. Blood poured into a pact agreement with creatures made of souls. A trade of body parts was the passport entry requirements into this universe of tomes. It made adapting to each others world systems smoother. The tome was pulled out, pouring blood into writing names into several sections of the compendium collection.

"James said you required me." Sean floated as a blade, a gloop limb directing to those stood waiting to be organized. Sean wasn't fussed, able to pull these souls through portals to tigger rebirth placement of these souls. He cut the souls to sizing for suit the worlds they were dropped to. Corpses dropped are being thrown to somewhere special.

...

At an another universe center is dubbed by many as the flame of creation or the center of creationism. This was just a realm of junk that gods of all religions take energy to build or preform God acts with. Its not just fire but a place where all unsorted matter of existence was kept. Atoms that were without purpose for now. Sometimes souls are fling here to gather material to build bodies with and there are beings that have the duty to take those and place them to the worlds. Time and space is relies on this fuel of creation.

The universe has a beings of chaos, disaster and destruction to throw matter back into the 'creation flames'. The Ender is known to constantly have to make this realm easier for gods to take energy from it. The Ender true shape exists as the negative energy around this speck of positive, Ying yang affect.

This explains where the domain of 'final reaper' exists and its placement of pocket storage came from. Where lost objects spilled from the river sytxs or other mythical worlds overflowing of elements goes to. This is as James calls it, the dreamscape cottage realm, because his dream is when his soul or his body is snatched by ender power. The cottage is a safe area the Ender had knitted itself for convenience. The Tome of Souls sleeps here, a doorway connection to the sealed tomb in Death's domain.

The corpses of strange outsider creatures were being picked and reactant with the many wrapping laws. The seasons pass by the blink and flickered world existence. The flesh is feed into plant life across many worlds. The piles of bones leftover were stacking. They soon swallowed by a god gate, it seems a version of Hade's needed Halloween decorations. Whatever his wasnt using will be given the Cerberus and the other trials gate keepers around the underworld.

...

James stood back from anyone, watching at the side line. Seeing his siblings properly meet the requirements of thier shared blood image. He bobbed his head to the music played by some the servants. The guest dinner room tables and chairs were stacked for clearance. Raven was instructing the two sisters of there hand placement. The brothers also learning and acting as dance partners were reminded by their eldest of foot placement. James smirks alone, leaned with watching. In all his memories as a Ender (or from it), no one has taught him to dance.

Well, his mother did personally. She was distracting him from her talk to the gloop being. The time spent together was a excuse used for her to speak to abnormal beings like the Ender, Sean or the spirits of Damned. She needed James to attract them or have him translate or spot them for her. She was never cursed and she hadn't really realized what those things were. She unwittingly taught him how to be as royal as if the next king. Helpful for when Mark was Ender and James did become such.

Seeing his siblings dance, made him remember and that there still love in some definition to him. Loosing his human body had not took away the human thinking or emotional turmoil. Seeing timestreams erased, faded haunted layers to what he was watching. How he was for a moment frozen stiff at recalling the moment of those around him had died in horrific erased times. He considered making a appointment with a demon therapist, since its wasn't a problem before he died.

"Philip, stop lurking in the corner and show us that your not needing a lesson too." James laughed to himself.

'Caught red handed. I cant avoid my brother king and ignore his orders.' James give a little respect bow towards them. He steps with offering his arm out. To his surprise, Rose took it. He waved more instruments to enter, played by damned whom enjoy the pass time. A damned noble became a conductor, all warm and fuzzy with being able to do what they dream of. The make it to the room centre take a bow. The music flows with a slow pace at first. It picked pace as James was able to take lead with professional experience.

His mind flexed of something in erased time and what he learned from strangers in the dreamscape.

'I guess the Ender did learn to dance but it wasnt out of fond memories or joy.' He took bow at the end of the song, Rose was exhausted. James had nearly forgotten his dance partner was living, 'There a realm for punishing souls to dance to death. Created by humanity and a joke trial between two warring religions.'

The room claps in being well impressed with the show, the orchestra faded at peace. A new set took their place in hope to be free too. Sometimes souls aren't looking for revenge, self-loathing or anything negative. Some damned had simple wishes.

Like being remembered, it what encouraged archaeology to flourish most. ancient forgotten people being rediscovered and at least respected in a weird way. Not that they can stop the current folks from drilling holes in their remains for DNA extract.

"Are you alright, Mrs Rose?" James makes a chair fly over for her to sit. He gave a water bottle to her, she chuckled with recognition of where it came from originally. She accepts the water and really felt like sitting was taken for granted before. She body ached in strange areas from muscles not that well flexed.

"Wow, its like you were dancing for your live." This brother is punched on the arm by his sister dance partner. The current king nods with no need to worry about his youngest brother. Raven broke out of the side turn stare he uses to watch things often, a bird habit. He even shook like he was expecting feathers to puff. It moved some folks away.

The meeting of family sides, the two foster kids still in Rose and Josh care had bow in greeting the whole royal mage family. It only take about three topic changes for everyone to be comfortable. Laughing at pranks. Josh and Rose bow at respect to their new king, whom knew them well plenty. Gifts traded and stood back had looked like a family.

A strange one of all sorts of interesting twists. Like on the Foster brothers taking fancy with a royal brother, a love at frist sight. James snickered at how obvious that was. The three sisters were talking about differences and devoling to their adult preferences. It was all open and mature conversation. A few servant's were blushing but overall it was trusting atmosphere. Opening hearts with learning about new things. Rose and Josh's passion has rubbed off on everyone.

"Philip James..." Josh managed to pull from one topic to another, "Why did you use your father's name?"

"It was a mind slip at the time. I was a little jumbled and confused." James shrug, "I used many thousands of names and in being the foster system had allowed me to constantly change my last name from a list of many existing. I had help to achieve this... doesn't change how the paperwork filed to." He closed up in body language when he finished speaking, "Its not worth the effort. I forgotten which was when."

"Its ironic for someone that deals with names constantly." Brother king mutters, "Never mind, that isn't what you do normally."

"You can understand the confusing process at least." James snickered a little, "You would not be believe the amount of things that do not have names for themselves. Its annoying to try put them into categories and orders. Dubbing any sort of classification."

"That would sound bad... but you left a example for me to recall. You call them clothus." James couldn't help a low growl from the mention. He stops with how it made the room quiet.

"They are very annoying and they are a great example of headaches. Do not agree to anything or tell them your name. They often don't give themselves names. The universe laws around them is enough to anger many gods. Able to be change there matter and fast adapt in many worlds. They arent nice and they appear damned in sunlight." There a nervious eye twitch is all that anyone could note as as a expression. The poker face had soon smoothed out.

James made a ice wine glass form to hand, the other hand plucking random area to pour real liquids into the ice cup. The mixing cocktail had brought back some calm and allows others to speak of other examples of creatures.

They found themselves being able to list so many things they witnessed, gifted sighted or not. Some accidents sights and others trying to be noticed. Everyone could recall a strange thing they witnessed. James stays utterly silent, drinking the poison cocktail he made for himself.

"I doubt he would want to explain them to you." The lord of Omens flutters at his followers shoulder, "Many of those things aren't within the sight of gods. Even the Damned, as you call them, can't be seen by pure gods."

"The shadows are a pitiful lot of lost souls. They tend to be where I find hobbies from." Finally answered something, "Half of those other things have society laws and a justices system. When one breaks those laws, they have those whom bring back balance. The other half are veil protected, they can't be seen unless under circumstances. The common of those later set are the manifestation of daydreaming or reminders. They are often harmless... although I would suggest avoiding most. They are known to be able to do things you would assume impossible. They have urban scare stories for a reason." Sips the last drip, "They do make good trades if you know their codes of law."

"That's a lot to know for beings that shouldn't have interaction." The bird form coos and stomps to be closer. James makes the ice cup dissipate to moisture of the air.

"Come to think of it, I did have a few requests from things I couldn't see. Letters and feathers left for you." The king brother snaps a fingers and muttered to a servant to fetch a box. The servant bows quickly and faded off to appear back, bowing with box to hand. James took the dark wood box with three rune spells sealing it, "It has been salt sealed until now." James would have guessed that would be due to the nature of the items inside. He doesn't open it here, but continues holding it. There a sense of misery, the taste of salty tears from within the box.

"Its likely someone whom assumed you for me." James muttered softly, "The sorrow is very strong."

"Sorrow? What like you can tell emotions? For a dead guy, your weird." His sisters make comments between themselves.

"That is very strong..." A brother notes.

"What?" A sister is caught off guard.

"Is there a human it there? Not that I know how you would." this same brother asked.

"Another Ender likely... they always have their own sorrow that makes any of negative sensitivity aware. Especially when in the wrong time or place." James was sort of petting the box, "Huanted reminders of what they had lost. I can understand thier refusal to be noticed as a normal damned."

"There should only be one Ender, you said that." Raven had voiced worried.

"For a given time space. This one or three..." James paused a moment in thought and back to conversation, "are neighbors to our time events. They wish for my guidance, influence or support. Any whom wish to fight me for my place are left in ashes. I think eight of them have been bottled and left to think about their chooses."

"So your always busy, now I see why. Your on holiday for any duty to our time. You haven't stopped yourself." The king snickers, "I think I get why some of the gods dislike you."

"Sure... they can waste what they have thinking about me. I would think they had their own duty to this universe to not." James shrugs, "That is unless they are from here and have a bone to pick with me. I can understand that."

"Is the bone to pick literally?" The omens god asked.

"Sometimes." James muttered quietly, "Regardless, I appreciate the hand over of these fragile fools. I am surprised they haven't ate each other." Gave a bowed nod to his brother, "I am always happy to make time for us. I could literally trade for some."

"Weird." Josh muttered, "What exactly do you do for a duty?"

"Make sense of common sense." James waved a hand backwards, and at soon a rotation with thinking about it, "Putting the unknown into definition predetermined by soul laws. Protecting souls and telling fools to stop stretching laws. Beheading those whom do. foxing broken things. Being a mediator or law for the lawless. Soul things." He paused with, "Yes, thank you. I wasn't going to say that. Not to the god of omens of all folks. Last thing I need is a paranoid God making fuss for those whom don't need to know." He knocked on the box surface, "No fighting or I well."

"We cant hear them." Raven points out.

"Sure..." James muttered with a little nervous waver.

"Our king, lady's and gentlemen. The guest will be arriving in 5 hours." A servant announced and everyone splits off to go be prepared for the introduction. Even Josh, Rose and the other three were whisked off to spare rooms for any make up or clothing adjustments.