Business

James stayed within the guest dinner room, now opening the box and letting free four different time visitors stand to face him. James doesn't make himself any different for them. These four looked confused and shirnks to suitable shapes instead.

"Forgive the delay in introducing myself. As you may have felt, this isn't exactly the elder you knew before. They had passed on their burden to myself. I made my promises. What can I do for each of you, since you felt that it is dire enough to come in being? I am thankful for the law following you have done to be here. The souls here aren't aware or are new to the concept. Its why the omens lord was so ignorant compared to those your aware of. Souls have no expreince of unknown or definitive laws."

"But the previous Elder has taught you everything. So you may continue the legacy." A ender spoke hoarsely and with a rattle in the chest. James doesn't say anything else, "I only need someone to tell my gods to stop trying to beheaded or interfere in my life cycle." James took out a notebook and make write of this, he takes pause as he waiting for the next to speak.

"missing pages." James nods softly and wrote that something on his arm.

The other two spoke as if he would not understand, he was still able to write those issues and smacked one across the head.

"Breaking those boundaries will cause the existence to a be ate. Idiot." The other three agree in glaring at this one, "But I see your not totally to blame. The dream gods have their petty squabbles that make a mess of things."

Puts this notebook away. He tared the paper wrap from his arm, forcing the tome to pour into a book shape. He pats the book gently, his mind speaking with it as he explains things to this fragement of book. The Tome throw open and vomiting out objects and pages the few enders here will needed return to their timeline. It slams itself closed and hits James square to the chest again. The easily pleased Enders collecting the objects were soon gone very quickly out the picture. James gave nod with the first one.

"Shall we? Let us see what fools playing strings." He broken out the human mock he had worn this entire time.

The sloughing of flesh meat dripped off like butter on a hot poker. The remains underneath were broken and grown in wrong portions. The brittle looking honeycomb structure was visible for the larger bone portions. Molten stuck metal bits of remains gunshots or weapons were moulded playdough patchwork on some segments of the spinal vertebra.

It wasn't just from the time erased battle between himself and his uncle. But it was his experience of training from the elder Ender or from other timeline clean up jobs he had done.

"Are you in pain from all that?" This current ender seems to grasp that there's no room to complain about suffering with this newbie Elder.

"It doesn't matter." Clawed nicked bone hands hold around this lower ender. Sharing travel to another time. This creature James became had no head or face, just a open neck that he directs as indication of directs staring.

The stare was to the ender he was covering up, while it had some minor movements to create the fabric cuts to travel back to his home. The suction of different atmosphere and gobbled them both. James temporarily sealing the exit behind himself.

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"You did what? Why would you do all this unnecessary stuff to kick... not remove the existence of a ender? Do you have any bloody idea of why your timeline or universe had it necessary to have one?

You incompetent bunch of soul children have no respect or integrity for your boundaries? Society, laws and at most souls need a structure and conformity somewhere. Chaos can't exist without Order!" Whisps of Grey mist flow over the pile, a drastic angered drama mask had a stuck snarl fix.

It would take many paused breaks to add another to the pile. He wasn't caring about freind, foe or status of those folks. It was truthful not his world or timeline or space order.

"They are literally a pile of corpses. Why are you yelling at corpses?" The silver cat had choose to no look at the fresh murdered bodies laying around. Only to sit attached to Grey, pondering what happened to a place he knew.

"Always three steps ahead." James pulls off the owner of this timeline and into a mock of a damned. He jumps right up to met the two on the mountain, "I dragged the fella back home." Grey pats James shoulder and then developed whole over each other, as on being. Even Sean was part of the shape.

Now that they filled in, Grey was sport of the cloak, clothing and mist that wrapped around the distorted bones. Sean was more like the painted runes in constant flowing silver like veins. The claws were completed, the nicked area rested where Sean was sharpest. The head was Grey's mask. They would only look more complex if the Tome was attached to them, to mock skin and give a skull to fill the missing one.

The current area is a place that most gods have neutrality to speak at. A special world what would make them equals or allowed to some degree of hold back of power. It would allow different Parthenons to slaughter each other due to entry are many layers of levels. This place was sort of like sigil but in a infinite donut tower. Segments of one donut was one Parthenon of culture. The rooms manu rings flex or moved according to beliefs being active or not. Given they are all considered gods, the didnt have to worry about sound or distance to hear each other.

At the ground floor of this tower would be where God followers, visiting being or other things could enter to speak questions. It were the height one faith and belief to be here. A honour to be invited by your own lord to stand as witness to events.

This place, if it was functional as it should have been, would not allow souls to be stick in corpses. The gods wouldn't be trapped here. The allowance to see the worlds should have been showcasing the grand world that respects gods most.

Instead was a dust ashed landscape after another. The beings alive or being things, crawling to eat each other. The god slayer whom died protecting boarders of world were mixed among this population of creatures, trying to make things work again with what little they recall or knew at all.

"This is what happens when you remove souls that protect your many worlds from the dangers they adapted together with. When the world of dreams becomes real and the dwellers of manifestations of fear and nightmare eat those worlds. I am sure their could be some resistance or protective dream folks... but you siught to remove your ender, slaughtered them too."

The bodies are sorted and thrown back to thier areas. The current ender is given breathing room to alter and restore itself enough. It bows and begin the painful work of restoration. Stealing god items and tool artifacts in order to slice time space and restore the threads. Temporarily work until it can go to those places to prevent disaster.

The nature of being a outsider of the timeline means that they do not have to experience long periods of time flowing. As it would seem, gods by nature also live long lifetimes, a blink from one would be something of a collapse of a planet (if relativity worked the same for gods as humans would). It been a moments lap when the many worlds of this timeline were flexed back to a state of stability and civilizations.

"Any object to the execution of..." The current gods in this second held a sudden reminder of doing this before. A scream of a weaving goddess as her work was snatched by a bored Elder of Ender. She had flipped out so much that she was knocked out for her own sanity.

"I object to the needless beheaded of something you require to protect your able order of laws. The fact I was called here had mean someone among you is not where they belong... but I am not the one whom would be able to tell which that is."

"Another to behead!" It wasn't some god whom exclaimed this. It were the insanity of a Ender whom was playing in the wrong timeline. As such being swallowed whole by the god title of Final reaper wasn't a issue to remove this problem. There was some indigestion with control, but a eventually there was turn to ignore and back to knitted work on this timeline cloth of space time. Finding the flea thread and removing it across time here. A little yon passes in finishing this clean up.

"Anyone else going to say anything outlandish enough to be scrapped out from existence?" James only has to speak softly to be heard by all, "Sometimes I wonder why timelines do such things. Then I am show such the routes of idiots breaking rules. I see how simple it can become and how every timeline deals with it differently."

"Thank you Elder. I have some trade for you." The current one of this timeline bows and presented with a four barrels and a large wood runic crate. These with pages that didnt belong and the corresponding souls in a glass bottle. Sean claws them for judgement and the current universal tome is opened with fixing these souls through. This tome slams into themselves and all that trade disappeared. The monster now shrunk into a hooded human in a broken goop mask.

"I do hope things get better, my friend. We must be stronger at soul then those who are whole. They rely on us, inspite of never giving back that appreciation. Maybe your the luck one whom will. Safe travels." Sean poured into a syth and cuts a corridor back to timeline they belonged to.

"Maybe something or someday you have no worries." The ender bows at the leave and does a 360 of personality when it turned to deal with their problems.

...

The world of shelved pages never stop fluttering and organizing itself. Many book keepers stand at awe of shock that the tome of dead records could handle self care. A realm where there is no moisture, dust and at constant dim readable light. Whom knew the many world that past would dance sections after section. This chaotic movement of names, places and souled beings was of no doing by this universe order. The names passing through didnt belong to this timeline.

The lord of the realm stood at the centre, looking up upon the dance of origami figures that twisted into being to travel to the correct shelving.

Miniature segments used by reapers to carry with are appearing out of portal gate ways and throwing their humanoid keepers to sit patiently. These books burst open of all pages removed before, folded into birds and scattered across the towers shelving.

"Its happening at the places where other books are available. The gods of life are standing like you, watching the tomes doing this." A messager reports, a bird carrier whom dived between life and death all the time. This bird is direct contact to life for when things like this happen. The lord of the realm offers his hand out as a metal needle insect posed at bow.

"The compendium of soulless has became a hive of activity too, names floating in and out." It reports.

"Then we all know whom is the cause of this..." Death glances back up to the dance of pages. There is something more going on then what a normal grim reaper would miss among chaos. There is tome pages that are teaching other pages things. It was strange as the pages that taught were fraying or illegible.

"What is going on?" Some came to ask their realm protector for answers as it was a rare event with Death is not at a desk making book corrections. Some stood back or stayed at the edges of the gods sight and powers. Not all can stand beside the lord without side affect.

"I doubt we can worry or do anything to prevent this. It many not even be a bad thing that is going on." Simply stood watching the pages flying. A orchestra of sounds had a rhythm that was catchy and smoothing.

"193!" Loudly screamed. The symphony was dead. Every shelf and section knocked. Miniture books thrown themselves harshly at laps of all holders.

"199!" Hissed at reply by anothers voice.

"This is the Elder's death domain. You three need to have some respect." Broken figures sat on banisters the faced the core tower, they share the same floor level to speak facing to each other.

"291." This third softly hums, the nearest book on the shelf came of and reprimands the four of them. The figures pout at the pain that the tomes give. Death took a portal to the leave, staring upon these very different styled of damned.

Each a cold reminder of when things could go wrong. One with a hole though the head and chest, one of human flesh and was actually a unalive type, one was thin stick of lines that created a shape of what seems a body. The last whom wasn't making bets was a true noble of shadow whom suited in a black suit and face of inky black tears.

"Lord Death and Decay of living. Forgive our rudeness."

"We will not be in the way of your duty or business."

"We are just visitors whom respect the one whom protects you. We wouldn't want to upset a friend and his timeline."

"Although, given how clueless this version of time is... It maybe wise we say nothing else. You must learn the proper ways as they happen. Not follow the words of how things will not be."

Mysterious as each are, they do bow at the right respect gestures. They had each gave a hunter of oath like greeting which indicates the level on knowledge they held. Some of the gestures had no real meaning yet.

"I have to many questions about this." Death admitted in a casual and not of his persona as a lord of Death. A skeletal hand at palm of his jaw, tapping away at many thoughts. He can see these four had deaths that counted, that he can see when they be collected. If it were the freak whom tares holes in fabric, he wouldn't be able to see when they die like this. However there a sense of weirdness of them that was the mirrors of the freak he mets for tea.

"Yes, this Death isn't the one we knew." A conversation sparks, "The Elder's title has been passed."

"You think they found the right ordering of events to pass on the responsibility?"

"I miss the previous Death already. He was fun." The three smacked that one, the tome nearby nearly did as well. Shuffled slightly off shelf, "I am not wrong."

"Oh, I know." The human among them hops with bowing to death, "You wouldn't happen to know what the meaning of Ender is, what they do and duty?"

"Ender... What I once assumed has been disproven. So do have enough answer to give." Death said. The four look pleased to hear it and settled.

"If you ever missing a reaper, a tome or Syth. Ask us... or the one you know better then us."

"Do you mean the one whom makes holes in the fabric of space?" Death needed to be sure.

"That is amazing. The new Elder is able to comprehend such talent this early in history." The gasp of one and the posed thoughts of others.

"As long as it looks like a broken Damned, then yes." Someone among them clarifies. Death gave nod in agreeing, making a portal to leave.

"Before you leave us, a warning must be heeded." The portal closed itself and Death is forced to face those four, "We maybe Enders of other timelines but we can no break the very laws of this world or any in your known reality. The one whom does is the one whom protects you from the us that don't follow the rules. We fear your Ender as much as we respect them."

"Do not ever break soul laws made by yourselves. You will not just bring misery upon your own timeline but to us as well."

"Do not try to find his domain until your duty of a death god slows down. For as much a heart will ache, it will be wiser when you have less stress to worry about the disruptions of the worlds you protect."

"Pray that he only ever wishes to have a drink of harmless tea. If he is after you, there will be no running away from it."

The four turn with ignoring the god of death, language switching to speak about new topics. The portal Death opened was unchanged and at wait for the lord to enter. The warning those visitors were heeded with some confusion. Returning to his office, continued with writing corrections. The feelings made by those strangers has off set in Death, the restless aching at his core was now iced over with a new feeling. Coldness and bearable discomfort that could be ignored.

...

"Hand over tests now, the exam is over." All stood and stretched and were just excited for fresh air. All sorts of students were smiling or frowned about how they done.

James walks around with the last few papers organised to the stack. Glasses pushed back to place with looking at names. A discomfort humm and the last counted paper was stopped by the sudden shut of the last door. He casts magic with all the chairs, tables and equipment cleared for Physical education classes to use the sport hall.

"Getting better." Gently muttered and the stack is clipped into a file box, "Sir Raven... No... Lord of Omens. What have you come to pester a fool like me for?" Looking upon the Celtic tattoos and many prehistoric ways of telling the future. The god threw down a scatter of animals bits, dice and oddities. Each were a bad tell.

"I do as I am told to do by souls, lord Omens. If souls are displeased by the events of how things happen and make the worlds a barrier waster of soulless carnage... then its exactly what happens." He guides away from the hall centre, "I am sure whatever will happen will not be disaster. If I remember correctly, its only 2007. No big deal."

"No... it is." The god hold shoulders at a shake or two. Scared eyes and angles of one eye peering at a time.

"A few plagues, natural disasters and climate change." James takes the hands off, "They arent of my control. That isnt my doing. I just as annoyed of it all as you are." the hall doors opened at a hand flick, "Predetermined bad luck that isn't anyone's fault. I can't make it better.

I can only do the little things all of us

should do. From changing how cars work, what packaging is used in supermarkets and doing our bit for keeping curious about the past. Without date of know how it was before, how can we predict what we expect sooner or later." The lord of omens is at defeat and James turns back with now his hand on the gods shoulder,

"Humans will make things a little worse for the better. They will find solutions to world crisis, a baby step at a time. All we as those whom share thier laws can do, is learn to help each other. Education or just being there for when it is the darkest hours. There no way of telling what will happen and there isn't any point making things worse then it always was."

James left them for sure, making through the teachers shortcuts so that he may return to the classroom he promised to support students at. The lord of omens took that James hadn't lied at all and that events were always bound to happen. He knew from then that making things better was how James said it would. Research, education and looking back. To uncover the past to seek the future weather patterns.

"I just hope were not to late." The god left.

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Music of instruments play a smooth slow tune, a light chatter of story telling between adventurers and the light laughter of a group in the corner. Toasted glassware clicks with the cheery prayer. The sudden stops to sip drinks and the continued discussion flowing once more.

"The laws of these many worlds are so organized and are self policed. Whomever is the protection of boarber crossing is a fantastic being." The coloured clothing and stuck mask face. A blue cloth with silver trimmings. Mistaken as a damned if it were so visible to all around it.

"You lot should read the hunter oath cogs chapter. It will answer your declaration of 'organized and self policed'." A local demon sat with them posed as shrugged gestures, "In fact, you Clothus have a page dedication to how to not fall pry to your traps."

"But we haven't ever interfered here before. This is new grounds. The fartherest cluster of timelines we have ever reached. We were surprised that you know if us given the many around you whom assumed us for the mute shadowed ones."

"The Shadows of the Damned. Don't talk of any disrespect towards them, they have abilities to convert into revengeful spirits. No man, God or wing man would be able to stop them." The drink is refilled and a new round of drinks ordered, money exchanged and such with written paper trail. The place was smoothing of strange abnormal humanoids as regular customers.

"What a surprise to find Clothus... This far away from their justification of laws. You normal break timeline with your petty lawsuit keeps. Although I doubt you be able to win any cases with the Elder... the keeper of the boarders." A demonic cursed human with a disturbing mask covering makes the room stop. Music stopped.

"All folks if you wish to leave, pay tabs or face being hunted!"

A loud staff member makes order return, another whom looks the mirror opposite of the demonic one. A angelic winged fella with a mask that draw from nightmares. Patrons do as they are told and the business when quiet. Music players putting away to move some other place to play. A machine is put to the counter, a mucis player with wire connected speakers. This resumes a soft music to background noises.

"Enders whom aren't killing each other."

"Enders of timelines that are protected by the elder." This demonic human pulled seat, "There is many enders among oath hunters society. We choose to respect the current timelines keeper. A Ender whom we call a god among us. Any whom contested this has met... well..."

"They are in timeouts, according to the tome." The staff whom was shouting before puts drinks out and collected empty glasses, "Respect and fear the Elder. He the most broken and snapped of us all. The one with the shoulders to burden responsibilities. We made him our god as a sign of revence."

The clothus make sure to make notes of this. They added the book references they been direct. Soon with pleasantries aside, the demon Ender and this tag group of wanders whom are hired beside Clothus moved to pressing matters. Any ways of knowing where any law breakers were contained and what jurisdictions were to be followed in handling criminals.

A surprise with the Clothus is found that there weren't any and if any were was already lawfully sorted among the lower titled enders. All these spare enders running around enacted as clothus would for those situations. To thier shock, there was a copy of update laws in clothus language for them to carry with them while in visit among this timescape.

"So in terms of us being here, we are just useless visitors?" The leading Clothus was red flame patterns of cloth, a poker card of the prince of hearts in a breadt pocket has a edge visible. The mask fast were shape according to his title and gold trimmings rested over limbs, seams and cloth folds. Gloved like hands pose out as the other hand rests on the drinking glass rim. A smirked expression etched in the chalky face mask. Hollows of where eyes belong came smaller as in narrowing at the demon ender.

"They say that this is the edge of known existence. At the boarders beyond our known comfort is worlds and realms and veils that are not compatible with existing among us. The things out there aren't us as we comfortable wrote in out books. They are not categories for them for that way of time and space to bend. Not without changes to how souls rule laws and govern existence." The clothus have lost need or wants to continue drinking. It unheard of for enders to give up such secrets that is unless that werent secrets to start with.

"Mortals will be coming around to open hours soon. Wise up and play smart. We arent going to save you if you upset the Elder." The enders convert shapes to mock humans. They casted magic openly to make the place suitable arrangement. Someone unlocks the front and talks of mortal things, as of they werent spirits or undead.

The place soon became booming business of a mortal breakfast restaurant and café. Talk here was between mages, normal people or god followers. The abnormalities whom were left here took more mock human shape but held onto having features to tell them from humans.

"Wow, you are..." the agent of MAC takes pause with looking at the clothus, they are then instantly with a radio talking of random strings of letters and colors. Soon with correctly stating, "Good evening Clothus, we all here are aware of your practices and forbid any activities of enslavement or bindings."

"A mortal human even knows." the blue clothus posed at strange thoughts.

"It a agreement between Mages, Agents like myself and the Oath Hunters. We share what is needed and no more. It falls on us to clean up after any investigation you left behind for court hearing." The agent looks, "You have been informed of the laws. So you are excused for now. You are currently in a neutral zone." This agent gives nod with the ender hunter demon. Leaving them alone.

"We have balanced out issues to smooth over... wait for the gods to chock at shock of these turths. The god followers have been trying to prepare those gods... doesnt change the outcome of shock. The Elder has warned the highest few of selected events, dates and seasons to avoid the land of the living." A clothus whom wasn't prepared chocked. The all were looking around again, "Neutrality laws here. The living are semi aware or have abilities to know differences between species and states."

"What of the rest of this world?"

"Like any blissful blind living world should be. Complete with clueless humans whom argue the existences of beings like ghosts, demons, gods and angels."

"They arent aware of dreamers?"

"Dreamers..." this ender took a book out and term checks, "Huh, even I didn't know. No doubt the Elder has to do with that being silent. It like how shadow's of the damned have been getting fewer lately."

The group were each painting worry as if there isnt awareness from hunters, it was often bad news.

"This ender is to low ranked to be aware of them." The wings came back around mopping up table of chocked drink, "A oath hunter of level crystal or above are those whom are dream walkers or being with awareness and abilities. I am a guild holder for this area, my awareness to serve guild functions with any level and ranks is mandatory. My personal rank sits among the top 100 oath living hunters. There a separate top 100s for each state and realm." there is settle feelings once more, "By the way, if your looking for the Elder. They is a not so distracting way to request him. A part of him has a mock human counterpart. He teaches mage language. If your looking for some abnormal or wish to report a break in the systems, send a deaths bird or bird carrier."

"You have a bird post system?" The shock of being able to write back to the clothus realms they belonged from.

"The society of postal birds is reliant of service we ask as we are reliant of them. There is no owning whichever race, cultures or society." finger wagging them and sighed, "Hope that your mail isn't ate by God slayers." This fella moved to wait tables. Mail these clothus carried was tested. Birds of thier world coming to life from energy that in abundance here. The first time since they left, could finally letters be sent back.

They watch how these post carriers awoken out of sleep became scared. They looked for guidance at the call of birds like themselves. Attracting a large mass of birds to flutter. The murder flew at mass at the arrival of three very abnormal birds. A bird made of paper, a thing that pretends to be a bird and a bird they recognised but were not the same.

"Clothus... so the rumor that a lost wondering bunch that was stuck in a dead realm is truth." This bird that spoke is Death's personal messager, it were the god equivalent among death bird carriers, "You will be granted passage back on conditions of our service agreement rules." This bird was proud and spoke with confidence.

"Thats not..." A clothus was hissed by a god slayer in mock disguise.

"We were talking to you, clithus. We are here to speak with your fellow bird carriers." The lord bird sweeps wings in embracing the captive birds, "Now were we..." It listened to one coo, "Indeed. safe passage back to the worlds of clothus. Make a trade deals with your commanders." a coo again, "Mmm... I have no problem with starting a law suit at subject of your races behalf. After all, they made those laws."

The clothus listening into this are to shocked to speak. Although the ender hunter was nodding along with this bird to bird conversation. He made cooing agreement and bird gestures with his hands to add topic. At the long final chirp, the birds flew off together. The demon ender at fair well with them leaving.

"See laws as you know them arent the same ones here. Societies have groups together or have private agreements but were not a one. Hunter of oath are a great example of just how spilt things are. Mutually working on whatever situation or arrangement. After all, this place transcendent of other timelines and layers of existing worlds. The Elder protects us from each other and the outside. We are allowed to mingle of the law of interaction is issueless."

Clothus had to just accept what is dealt to them. The laws of this existence is flexible at the edges. They are indeed outside of Clothus laws and have no full authority unless appointed by any local authorities agreement. Just to settle and wait for letters home with a mission reply.