The orders of the many faiths Monastery

The spiral roof of each compass point has sitting large elaborate golems that could act as full sized dragons. Most walls are layers of stain glass or clear crystallized mineral stones window panels. Each surface window shows scenes relating to each pantheon of gods from all over the world ( back dated from before folks choose to believe in one all mighty). The more obscure windows the ones left to be dusted and broken. Where are more popular religions have bold forever lasted techniques keeping the displays at their brightest in sun light.

There are five most publicly known entrances into mansion of gods are ornate carved wood that is replaced every three years for the purification rituals. Three of which are the publics ways in and out the grounds; Northern, Western and Southern entrances. The main area is open of pews facing suitable directions, baptism water bowls at the side of each god statue, medical facility and a way to face the main service alter on the Eastern skylight. There is two private entrances for separate uses; one for nuns and monks to look after the graveyard surrounding the cream stone exterior and vegetable patch. The last entry is for VIP or god follower use. It is the grandest entrance as it watched by the many statue of gods. A cat walk of all the deities or their Parthenon at display for prayer and worship. The underground passages are often the catacombs of dead saints and private religious gathering.

It is as any other holy grounds, in term of social ladder. A pymind system of low prayer giver to pope. Faiths of many have had to negotiate peace between on order to withstand building share.

The shared spaces has lead to some very interesting argument exclaimed across grounds. Most faiths have learned that even though the gods look oddly different. The way faith is practiced is most times the same way. The call to prayer is often on the clock all the time. It has also been shared on a strict timetable, a oddly noisy clock all mage have grown up with and appreciate in unknown ways. No one voice is louder then the others.

Yet overall it does exactly as it would function. A public hospital, place of guidance, worship and for peace to reflect within. It takes in the poorest and converts them to suitable men and women of the cloth. A sanctuary away from any crown laws. The most suitable place of exile within island.

The many spirits of gods and goddess walk among here, preforming mircales of faith on desperate living. Disguise as normal church workers. The only damned here are the ones with high tolerance to religious wards. Hunters come here with no weapons and no armour, as they use this place of prayer as if the ones they knew in their homelands. Respecting the gods here as mirrors of the ones they knew. The most notable non-human types are the angelic or scaled ones. Demons linger in the western corridor among the easy prey. Angelic are there at the northern door ways bless all whom come in.

"Let us not forget a important detail of holy grounds. You are unable to cast any element magic here. The elemental faiths are not practice indoors, for safety and obvious reasoning." The head nun speaks gentle as she guides the eight teenagers through.

They are covered completely to the point of no skin showing for traditional reasoning, royals are not seen or named until they come of adult age and are introduced to all. They used a spell runes to send each other messages through thought instead of speaking out loud. There is a gaurds undercover among them and a being whom was also undercover following them. But offically for a group of eight is only five are the royal children.

"We normally would have you start at a lower ranks and build to being a god followers apprentice, a clergy or a hand to a saint. However our popes believe you are gifted plenty to find the gods to worship."

She takes them through a private courtyard of the church, tables of religion icons are rowed with the necklaces needed to pick the faiths. It was without her need to say that each walks past her. They were watching the spirit forms of the god watching their choose. All eight had picked up at least one amulet. Six of them picked up a amulet without the backing of any known god. There is the oddity that one of them had picked up four amulets. Another has two and someone among them was struggling to find one of any god at all.

"Very interesting... why are six of you have a amulet that was not placed there?"

The one with four amulet steps lightly forward and places on all the necklaces.

"The amulet is something that would represent the hunter of oaths. Given the gifted nature of our sight, we must appease them as well. No in worship but in neutrality." The agreement of the other five.

"Gifted sight, now I do understand. Its no wonder the royal family have asked us for such guidance. The laws of spirits is not easy and those unprotected will become pawns to greater evils." The clergy stood with surrounding a holy pope, "You all have my approval to be trainee clergy, as this will be the level enough to introduce you to your gods. It will be of gods to choose what to do with you there."

Rose excitedly shuffles, her faith in nature was exactly what could teach her about protecting the plants back in the royal courtyard. Being close to getting her hands muddy is just a bonus from not having to be in tight elegant clothing and life sucking corests.

Lucy had picked a similar deities pathways to that of the frist queens eldest - gods whom deal in curses, misfortunes and plagues. Mark had chosen this path for prevention but overall is still unsure if this was the right one. Lucy was looking to for a dig to jump social ladders. She also liked the bonus of cause her big sister misfortunes.

Youngest brother of the first queen chose a god of courage, bravery and wisdom. He wants to make his big brother proud and be the one to protect him... then the other way around. Mark was his role model and protector from the second queen failed attempts to rid of them. He wished to support his big brother just as the second son of the three brother War story.

The only eldest surviving sibling, whom within the age range of this group, of the second queen has chosen the god of kings. Hoping it was most a upper hand to make his mother proud. He has studied and done everything to make her happy. He did also pick a goddess of protection, someone that can teach him how to be the man of his bloodline. He wished to shield his youngest siblings from invisible demons that took their lives or misshapen them before entry into this world.

The only one with four amulets wasn't really anyone recorded in any records of the church. No birth certificates and could just be a spirit outsider hired by the royals. They had chosen not just the hunter of oath. A amulet of life, of death and of darkness. Their voice was strange yet it could just be a spell casted to voice alter. It was obvious from hunter oath being picked up by those six that the others are house gaurds.

"You are given the option to opt out of baptism for obvious reasons. Yet if you wish to be closer to your chosen faiths, I would highly recommend it. They can be taken place at another time." The pope takes leave following this, everyone had bowed in thanking the wisdom of a old wise man. Rose sprung very ready to learn, turning to her goddess immediately and pursuing with her instructor. A house gaurds followed her to make sure she wasn't carrying away.

Lucy sighs on watch of her big sister, wondering if she was the older and more mature choosen. She steps right up with Mark, and apologized on her family's behalf for the display. Mark snickers in directing to his his brother also has disappeared from sight and was already giving headache to monks within a library.

"Darker practices of faith are often practiced in cover of closed doors." A god follower came forwards from the shadows at light bow, "What you do with the faith practice is what makes the difference. Take for example someone following the gods of the night. Sure the practice of the more adult nature is one side but then following the knowledge of moonlight power is not the same. Assassins tend to be nights followers but so are seers and oracles." The follower waves them forwards and softly guides them to the darker less viewed end of church. The two had look to the guide whom mimics them.

"The follower of Hekate is correct. HEKATE (Hecate) was the goddess of magic, witchcraft, the night, moon, ghosts and necromancy. She was the only child of the Titanes Perses and Asteria from whom she received her power over heaven, earth, and sea." The two think on this, "Every God, no matter looks have pros and cons." They soon choose to continue this way forward.

"Very knowledgeable." the follower tilts in overhearing this conversation, "Why are you following when you choose life and death?"

"I wanted to speak with Erebus over his instance to break things he shouldn't. Not that it would matter to anyone." The figure sighs, "I have some beef with Hades too." The follower looks to their side with how the image of their goddess was thinking about this abnormal being.

"A very odd one." the follower notes and brought around with taking seat to a private area. They lower their hood and sorted drinks for them, "What of the other two of you?"

"I seek a guide whom will teach me how exactly natural disaster happen and how best to avoid or temper down the impact." Mark voices.

"I wish not to talk of my reasoning. I mean to find someone in good intentions." The follower snickers with how bold that was for Lucy. A obvious lie but it does the job of hiding her meaning.

"I would imagine a god of tricks and pranks would better suit your purpose. Even I know you have envy of your older sibling." The odd one spoke plainly and for that the follower gets Lucy's reason for not wanting to admit she wanted to cause trouble for her sister.

"In terms of looking for a god or goddess for such power of disasters... most all gods do anyways." The follower sits with thinking about this, "The lass is perfect for a trick master like Loki or Anasie. Someone like Eris, she is of strife and discord. She might worth a try." The goddess disagreed, "or not." they pout in thinking a while, "Mostly sea gods really."

"What exactly makes Erebus keep losing his god followers for the last three months?"

"Ugh..." the follower is confused but see they are asking Hekate directly and long look of how all three can see the goddess astounded them.

"If you must know, he keep making do a trail that requires them to walk through the abyss."

"It explains the 10th one to go missing." the oddity sighed, "Why walk into the abyss of fallen? Only broken minds go in there, its the asylum for the broken souls."

"Ah, your a hidden god of something. Your bothering these poor kids to a better chance of making one your follower." hekate points.

"Hardly, you would never want to consider me a god. For a fact, you would not want to mess with me. My role is to be a paradox... nothing flattering. A thankless job given to a broken soul like me." It tilts with a message carrier. A bird without eyes and with teeth like a gator along the beak. He removed a slab of white meat from his sleeve, waving it for the birds attention. The bird drops the letter and no so bird like flung backwards to take the meat. At the floor is broke the illusion of bird and was a reptile of some form, ripping chewable chucks at a time. The letter to hand, it was sniffed at first before opening.

"Mmm..." a noted low tone that moved the two children aways from it, "I must apologise Hekate. I do indeed have a god title, it seems my coworker is a busy soul. Not so lazy as I." the letter is flicked by several pages, "Hosting... very boring." a long puase again, "Whatever you say, judge. I am not fussy of its your choose. I just hope he doesn't..." a pause, "idiot." the paper is smacked on himself, "Looks like I do have more then just Erebus's 13 lost followers to be gut fishing out of the abyss."

"So whom exactly are you?" the follower asked.

"My most recognized name that I hate has no living translations. I currently have no name, in this form. My other self and its form has a unique name. When I am in duty with my partner, our name is shared. Think of it this way, A death god and grim reaper are considered separately for two essential reasons. A grim reaper is not worshipped, carries no syth and only oversees a passing. A death god has a blade which is called a syth, is worshipped by in a minor fame and carry a very important terrifying book."

Hekate thinks about this very honest truth, as these is a very different classing system for gods whom deal in souls.

"So your like them." There a very mixed wave about this notion and it wasn't going to speak a explanation. She glares into the oddity, "They most call you something."

"My father has always called a masked friend. A vague being with some creepy nature. Always talking about nonesense." Mark laughs it off gently, "Myself and my companion here wish no ill will towards either of you."

"Indeed a neutral ground that does not allow the bend or break of elements." The oddity and lady Hekate cools down, "It will be wise for the royalty to be sent home now. The excitement has tired some out and other wish to continue thinking of what gods they wish to trust. No everyone is quite to grasp what they need when they do so to early."

"The oddity is not wrong. Picking a dark practices is something to be wary of, what some consider a sin is a beautiful sacrifice for another." The follower bows at the goddesses command and takes them back to the meeting place. The others are their waiting in prayer or nearly asleep. They are woke up and gathered to a private area outside away from chruch grounds. A spell that plucks them back home.

There was someone whom waiting behind, the young lad spying on what the oddity would do.

"Young Mr M... You are quite nosy to have stuck around." He sighed in knowing that his caught red handed, no escaling that he was interested in the oddity, "It be wise to follow your brother. Incase only trouble." He nods in agreement and focuses with finding his brother. A spell took him away.

"Lord Ender, now that you are alone and away. You are summoned by the eldritch Council of the damned."

"Good luck enforcing that." It poses a hand with taking out a letter. The oddity does a few small ask questions before taking it. It smell the page and the unfolds it, "I swear he forgets that I do need to collect myself before I leave. Moron." the paper slapped as a marked tattoo, "Look, you just... stand real stiff for me." The damned tilts and does so. The illusion of being a teenager in a cloak is torn away to a gaint. The little damned is picked up and carried through corridors, helpless dragged around. Mark was simple turning a corridor within the royal Palace when he too was snatched by the darkened mass. With the right guesses of equipment obtained and fragments are gathered as wholesome as it will be for now.

This creature now allowed itself and the two folks be flung around by the empowerment of summons. The very spell casting of summons is more about making a phone call the soul whom does the literal heavy lifting. A being whom is a force connected throughout the fabric of space but not of time. A universal Goddess whom is not exactly worship but instead is whom keeps things rolling behind the scenes. You have cross her handest form. She, which she prefers to be known as, is embodiment of travel. A strange secret of hers is that she is soul twin of the river of styxs. Such a baffling confusion will be eventually made sense soon.

The three are dumped back inside the monastery. The damned dwas stood to the right way, still stiffened posture from when it was asked. Mark is seated to a pew, cloaked back up and patted on top the head.

"I have a lot of things to get out of my system but at this moment of time. What matters is that we make our pact." Sliver tattoos etches strange runes over the pale sunken silvered eyes of a cold core reaper. His soul name is of no consequence to anyone else but his true partners. This name is Sean Myther Judgement. Every normal reaper knows this solo grim as Judge. He single handedly rose ranking among the death order of grim laws. To be an official death aspect, he must follow the law. To have a partner and be tied to a tome or tome subclass section.

"Before you accept me, you must be warned of what you about to let go of frist. You have to be well aware of what laws are to be broken to allow this. If you can accept that, then you will understand why the tome has not ever worked in your hands yet." the large form snaps and slammed into a fixed height of a gentleman with no face, "There was a good reason why the gods of primal time choose you to watch over me. Why the core is god sealed... locked into deep slumber."

"How creepy... because I never told anyone anything. No even Death."

"We have an elder from outside of time space to be thankful for this new burden. And so you may not scream at me for not telling you sooner. This is second restart of time with my existence of paradox. Our official grand starts was 4... but now that we have obtained a new title. Those numbers will never matter. As there will be other timelines and other universes that will need us."

The stand off of the two staring into each other was murderous and cold. The tension make it hard to breath for mortals. A third party had to step forward and snap them.

"I am glad to no longer be dead in a locked box." it was young and cheery about this little bit of news. The mask tilts thay way, snapping a clay face that broke its impression of happiness. For the unprepared, the teeth baring was reminisce of the creatures that eat gods that stray to far. The young one wasn't at all at the slightest reactive to it.

"My beloved human host whom is no longer unable to be insane or worry if becoming a god eater. I am so glad you are awakened, but you may tell me off for making you personal life complicated." It slinks in liquidise cloth shape and smooths around the shoulders, it whispers for a while to the ear.

"Your joking." This human host stares around and more importantly to the young Mark, "Your not joking."

"I promise to never truly lie to myself unless it were necessary. A proven fact when trying to lie to me with inking in the wrong names into the wrong sections. I have no tolerance for idiots making it on purpose."

"Host? I feel like i am missing the picture here."

"See I told you we be confused together. this idiot never makes any sense." The host gives his hand to the reaper, "Nice to be able to walk around again even if we are in the wrong..." it poses with trying to find the right phrasing.

"Now now... we do have some 13 missing idiots babbling in the abyss." The mask reminds them.

"What exactly am I giving up?" the reaper is perplexed.

"You connection with space time at a given moment. You gain and loss and then numb out your emotions and sanity. Maybe be like me, wondering what century were in."

"You have the right to treat me as you please... which is something a little to much for the comprehending implications. Besides, the subtitles we share is the most terrific one. Even Death himself can't be comfortable with knowing it."

"The keeper of the soul tome?"

"Well the book title has changed and the contents is to vast to be a book anymore." the mask tilts at a 175 degree an snaps something, it pouts lips in thinking.

"what do mean by that? there is one and only one soul tome. Also there is no record case of the core of tomes having a official book title."

"Wasn't it the compendium of souls and soulless before? I read that when you were at the dream space." the host makes the mask purr.

"It was... Its now a compendium of universes. Welcome to a strange entanglement of multiverses. Because humans don't know where stop and start is anymore." the plate mask face is grappled, torn off the fabric and thrown to be shattered.

It cuts a hole into where should have landed, within a small energy escaping from it. The host picked the mask back up and studies the conditions. The cloth body mass tightened and twirls around the host. The plate smacked over the hosts face. The reaper backing off.

"It going to take a while for me to forgive that." the voices of both intertwined as one hollowed echo of itself, "Can we get this show on the road folks?"

"I want to know."

"Then you have to trust me as I would trust you. You will know as much as myself. You will understand the predicament." The hand offer to the reaper alone. The metal morphic man has to admit that he has to make this pact for getting what he wishes. By locking hands, the reaper was sallowed over by shadows. Anyone with observation skills away from these three looked away and looked back.

A young lad in a black hoodie, in torn up gery jeans and fashionable for 2020 plain styled outfit. A eye of melting silver and another cover over by a greying clay mask. The mask has comic manga inspired features of a face. Sharp blacken eye sockets, sunken darkness in those pits have red slit pupils and irregular teeth on the exterior jaw.

"My name isn't important. You wanted to come with to watch us do our duty. Something different from being your little brother's protector or a potential king." He was right up to mark, "Don't worry, because I am bringing you along, it going be a interesting journey. You will not die on return while I am hosting." a Hand at offer, "If you want to go. I am not going to force you." Mark tried to study this face but couldn't. He tossed the thought about and took the hand, "Its nice to met you, Mark."

This kid got young Mark to stand. There a lot of studying of height and a sort of cold sizing up of something Mark will be one day by height. This current Marks a good soul with innocent chooses. There is no point in judging at all. The was for the syth to do. A few finishing checks with gently tickling a little paint of wards over the soul.

"There you go, nice and protected from being able to hear any insanity inducing harms. Not relly going to stop you from see it, though." A linked arm and a tag along.

Mark makes sure his hoods staying put, he let's the slight of being touched by a potential low class no one for now. This kid was the thing his father trusted, so he willing to put faith in his fathers judgement. A light mixed expression as he see whom else was going to this little trip.