Distrust among the black coats
"My last order is that you prevent the next line to fall for the traps that Faust did. She has ignored the turth of those masks." A close hug to hit the dagger in the heart, Riddles hand... as his soul partner asked to happen if things went south. A mighty king whom treads the waters of the clothus carefully, wasnt able to stop them schemeing, "Its my only soul wish to pass to you. Now, do what you must to survive. Know where heart is. You were always a smart man. I had put you as my advicer for it."
Riddle gave a honest fair well, accepting this will be his weakest for the rest of his souls energy. The bond that was the contract between them, a Ruby ring that shattered into dust. He slight of hand with pocketing it. Even remains could be reformed one day. This pride of being a advicer to a equal was not a show.
"Riddle!" His ex-allies snatched them apart. He now had to watch. Knowing the ladyship was just waiting for her moment to take over. The of freinds had lobbed off Riddle's right hand and was nearly the neck too. Blocked by square glass frames. The guy that will replace Riddle's job. A clever apprentice whom was quick action and a swift chanter.
Undertakers are only in pairs with maybe some expectations. The act to share soul halves or fragements is given to those unable to be place in either heaven or hell. They control limbo and purgatory. Their universes grim reapers, the same duties but very different qualities.
These middle souls were ruled by a king or queen. This queen or king was given inheritance of power by the heavens and hells. The abilities that protects undertakers in the duty of soul harvest was due to the soul splitting contracts. One must chant cleanse the souls, the other is to protect the chanter.
This universe souls weren't totally human, a universe of tainted souls. Heaven and hell making war for whom takes the most. Undertakers are mediators created when both sides realized the potential of humanities abilities from being tainted.
Bad souls became demonic and fought against dying. Good souls were angelic but they didn't want to be taken by Undertakers. Angelics were a food source for demons. Demons are weak to holy acts preformed by angels. Its known as holy war. Even humans of the living have created religion based of this. the three factions had living supporters.
It seems the dead didn't know how quite to deal with living folks. Living can protect themselves and be unaware until death calls on them. This was the issue for afterlife folks, unable to contact them. No matter demon, angel or undertaker.
Riddle has known this for the years after his near execution. Time for the dead passes at blinks, living move to fast and are blurry while in visiting. He sat thinking of the recent secrets his manage to snag behind the ladies back.
That the Clothus are mad at being unable to conquest over a timeline. There will be a order made to send Undertakers to wipe it out. This timeline in Riddles personal observations was unnatural to previous ender lines. This one had many enders, enders that didn't hide their identity.
He had got his hands on a hunter of oath guide book of this new time ender line. In the skims through, there is a high respected Ender... maybe feared.
"No!" Interrupted from his book and to the ally. A lad stood in shock, he had casted magic. Just as the previous kings and queens of limbo had. A boy whom is still alive... yes. Opportunity to be excused for disappearing acts. Gain grease with the lady's men whom trusted her. To do as he promised.
"They will be fine, boy. They arent dying nor will you. Come, run this way." Hand clasp together. Confirmed his theory. Yes, a living whom interacts with the unseen.