The reason of sending back

"Honestly, my host makes all this progress of learning about his people, the magic ways, the laws, the issues and had even returned most of his soul." The tare of fabric in what was the consultations map of the universe ripped had hung a gooping melting mass snarling its complaints to the leftover remains of half the gods in all of existence. The other half were currently being plucked from corpses by a floating morphic metal that should be considered a syth. There following the metal morphic terminator is a hovering tome floating, makes sure names are correctly added or in the correct sections at least.

"He started it!" The crisp perfected aligned face points the fleshy digit toward the rag of bone spralling the floor. Young minds of ageless bodies are pointing blame everywhere between them. New gods and some faces from the elder enders sections are arguing that the other side started it back before they collapse into this timeline.

"OK, enough everyone!" Someone tries taking charge and they are beheaded instantly. This made more arguing happen.

The blood spray continues and those whom once assumed that they are immortal are now suddenly not coming back. The souls all buzz with being confused from the chaos of clashed timeline orders. Events that one soul has witness has not happen to other here. The really fragile ones are being protected by spell locks created by the other ender power.

"Which ones woke up frist?" The elder sits on a throne of a god that been taken already, kicked a corpse off the crystal structured banisters.

"It was you Christian God whom was arguing with mine. Then both Lokis beheaded the only Thor. A Horcus speared an Athaqua from the Lovecraftain lore. I lost tracks of which is whom. I think the abyss then chocked on several south American gods I never seen before." The goop splatters both Loki's with a clawed giant hand. Then snatched another trickster, squeeze every bone to pop.

The floor is now pooling of blood. The spinners, wavers and quality checkers - they all stopped in protest of this madness. The god items used for the task of making space time continues without them. The pawns of the items gasp and try to disrupt this process, making a mass of many worlds and things that aren't of thier control.

"So, not that I am telling you how to do your job. What exactly are you waiting for? This mess needs to be stopped." the elders rusted syth picks him, "oi, if was me. I would have beheaded all of them by now."

The gooping dark mass attached to the tare in space time, jumps all the way through. Falling into a form, landing at the centre of this room. Softly it walks, knocking out the disruptions cuasing time and space harm first.

It then kicked death awake, pulling the stack of bones back together and standing. He puts the syth and his official tome in either hands.

This low small figure slaps three goddess of creation and life across the faces, some he posed their hands to do it for him.

The mess of dead corpses every disappears, because he stuck his hand into a section of time cloth. The hand was lobbed off. The blood gone with. Traces of fighting is smoothed out of the crystal carved coliseum, pillars and banister look down the only air shaft up in the centre is perfected and restored. This ender took shadow corridor up layers at a time to make sure all god thrones were at the peek conditions needed.

By reaching the peak, the universal gods across all of space time were all just corpses here with this timeline version looking at their dead selves. The mass of melting fleshy darkness sitting on the ledge of a banister, waiting for one them to say something. The elder being nosy jumps up to one beside, waiting annoyed.

"My deepest condolences for that version of space time but it is a fate that we are not privy to following. Sure do indeed have the powers to make this happen. Yet this is not how I choose to do things." The ender of this time speaks softly, "I hope you can understand that, this sort of action is a last ditch afford to make things go back. If i could collect every last soul in the universe, this is what it would look like." There is a flood of tears that drip from it, "So much pain... I wouldn't want to do this. Never willingly."

"So then you are whom is the protector of space times edges. You so marks the knot points where life thread are to tangled up. You smooth out density of souls when to clumped in one realm type. You... you are the embodiment of nothingness. Well, this was the assumptions of life and death that ca you that."

Etheral body whom is supposed to be that of energy and powers. It is of all forces from nature to dark matter. Its very whispering push out solar energy. A dance of specks of space dust and galaxies. It has many other names in every language. The most obvious one is the embodiment of space and souls. A fragment of its shape creates new galaxies in void space. Hypnotic to stare at.

"Your track record as so far of not been directly your fault. Three invaders which you have seen to. This clash of space time is due to the other ender here. The mess of the fabric is from us learning the limitations of our god duties. It was our fault that you have been disturb from rest and sewn into time space."

This one is history, knowledge, memories and thoughts. A jumble of computer technology, books, clay tablets and stones. Paints of all sorts. Its a hazard of objects that do what it is. Including a heart made of thousands of squeezed together brains of many things.

"He don't make any sense of my order or chaos!" War, art, law of courts and most clearly justice (for now). A being of two heads whom constantly agueing to itself over everything. It really will inflect it self it things were that serious of a topic.

"What of my third child?" Life's mother, death's bother and is often just the shepherd's final call. His where deaths concept came from. What is it asking me is about the god soul whom protects the city of undead. Weirdly, Deaths true lover.

The stories of gods is a way to strange for a human mind to bend around. Humans have attempted with the lower quality ones. Humans can't influence the universal ones in the way that you think. Its a backwards system to makes these lot work at all.

"I am to blame. I broke a nail over a petty squabble with this other creation of all. My nail must have go stuck in here." Creation is a self-explanatory sort. You would understand why it is a universe must, "You my beloved Ender are starting to shape up just right for you duty. I say the sooner the better. We need you to be at your peak if what the other creations around this multiverse was gossiping was turth."

"I have creation to blame for this mess." the elder ender sneers, "Why the worlds of many would we enders need to exist to you? Why make a soul of so much suffer exist to play as you battle pawns."

"Because existence is at a cross roads. We are being constantly attacked by the monster that break out sou laws. More creatures made outside of time are invading and eating away all."

"So what we are going to beg for you enders to do... in turn wish for eternal forgiveness. Is... the worse cause to happen. Rebuild it all from scratch. Start again."

"I refuse." The elder was swallowed and thrown down... free falling all the ways down all realms. It will be thousands of years for him to face plant at the lower realm of all. He may not even make it there if his clever.

"You are asking a lot..." the soul core of a whole being pulled into the hands, "If i am to accomplish it all... experience every and still be nothing. To be what makes the complete compendium of all souls and soulless."

The soul was massive, and it was powerful enough to be the god of gods alone. Its soul structure is unique and will never be replicated in this timeline ever again, if it does this. If it does this job for the gods and all souls. To accept timeless suffering throughout all space time... make it all stable and strong.

"By the laws of souls, any pain and suffer you will face from then onwards will never be a argued to our souls." The raise of all hands, "If you accomplish this, suffer it all. Know that our souls will Remember this promise and that you will never be soul inflected by us."

"Although life and death will disagree of you existence from this onwards. They will be headaches. We by mind aren't going to remember this. It will be recorded then lost until needed to be reminded."

Many lower gods whom were late to this endless war bellow rekindled a wrath of more blood. New corspes lay around here. The place dusted into ruins, worlds of all were one singular.

The three that stood facing the ender with weapons draw. All take charge of one last attack.

The sounds a stopped. the images are frozen. A click of a button is messed with a few times. Taps of a few computer keys, a mouse and some scribbling of pen on paper. The annoyance of a tongue clicking on the roof of the mouth. A last tiny addition of a paper being printed.

"To make the universe stronger in order to fight monster made outsode of time space." As written on the printed paper, pinned to the walls of a endless landing of notes of things to do, "They will not recall it all being reborn woth the rest of the universe. Slander me with the label of world eater. expect me to just accept such a petty tiny apology." the fragmented mask sighs as he looks at what this task meant, "Fix the universes problems and enjoy living eternity as thousands of miniature lives."

It stares with waiting for the cue... dancing a pen between cloth tendril claws. It gives a start to the dead side, rhe living body and the majority clump of soul fragments. It tilted to a false demons grave marker. The tree from the royal mage garden holding the stone. Three boxes. The king. The Queen. The one role model whom he once loved that fears and wished to murder the host.

"Guh." Now the invaded elder dropped in.

"Pull yourself together man. Your the face of a timeline protection." Throwing a video game potion of healing at them. Of course it works on outsider of this time space. They are in our laws.

"What in the world was that all?" It seethe in looking up to all those worlds and snarls at how it were the damned shadows corridor between all of existence. The network of maintenance tunnels for all of existence, the energy and materials was every shadow. Where light and darkness mix is this place. Infinite storage in a quantity and logical follow nonsense.

"You were in my closed soul timeloop. I had shuved the gods and annoying souls to battle it out in there. So they are free to have as much temper tantrums and free soul guilt free to murder all they like. It frees me to fix existence as they requested me to. I plucked you out because I finished fixing your tome. I wrote about a few issues you need to look into on this letter." passing the book and letter, "your syth is already gone home, obviously. A requirement to balance lock you tome from being used by idiot souls. Forgive me for taking you time and not allowing you to sleep a little longer."

It looks at the tome that constantly making internal name placement changes. He tore a hole through space and exited out of sight or grasp of this.

The ender stare at the resealing hole and turns softly back to the dilemma at hand. Watching flakes of soul live, make life and die. The experience of that lifetime is the eventually processed into a huanted object and collected by the next fragments lifetime. A flake of stone soon was being embedded into objects and pass as a family heirloom.

Time smooths as close to as it needs to be as we understand it. Landmarks of time pass, the way it is. The way monster red the earth then Dinosaurs then whatever proto species of human ancestors work. History. The civilizations that raise the bench mark before technology and knowledge was kept up. The collapse of them. The raise of primal, secondary and the new age gods. The time where mythical walks among man and the extinct to be allow sharing existence with man. Ice ages. Volcanic events. The changing tilt of earths degree as it swings around the sun a few millennias.

Souls whom didn't want to start from scratch, got what they wanted and smoothly were placed as they should be within this new but same time place.

The only changes the ender is to face is the confusion when it to is place back into order of life. When the host is reborn, enough collection of lifetime within the family heirloom is expeeince enough to know what it means to exist as a human... it hope that it will be enough to please his inner desire. enough shards of soul here to be complete yet dusty fragements. A soul of dust, the only one to exist in this universe. It may not be in other universes.

All this sin, bloodshed, disturctuon, creation, good will and peace making. Its a prayer that this will be enough to please the universe.

To be alive again. Its always not even worth it all. Knowing when I die thrice over.

The island of Mages was never interested in learning the other parts of this world, their lands has all the resources they would ever needed. It came from exploring the many gateways to other lands. The first ever system of government was established over land dispute between fey creatures and mage humans.

It were the basics of one king and two queens, whose rule were final. As alliances of other types of species grow to share boarders of worlds beyond humanity, other classes of rules and races of things with other developed senses became more. The royal mages were soon delegated as mediators and historical information keepers. They lost ruling power and gave way to a voting system between the alliances.

A few generations would pass, when a three brother fought about this situation. One wished to rule all like it was for the first royals to be in control and drive out impurities that weren't human or useful. One wished to continue the making a physical copy compendium of souls, to learn all laws and know more then gods. The last and youngest had wished to share as a empire across worlds.

The youngest traveled many worlds and had developed inhuman habits, but also found dangers in travelling to far. He is the founder of Hunters of oath. The compendium collection was a treasure shared through all worlds. So the second brother understood the warning of the youngest. The eldest took things to far. The eldest lead war and slaughter over another realms order. He came back but at the cost the two others feared. The blood was tainted, the reincarnation of the youngest is the pure side of royality. The eldest lost their mind and became locked within one tome that empowered rest. This book was given to gods, as no mortal man should not be trusted with this influence.

Things became more feared when the frist World War outside of mage islands had forced the hands to pay mind to the world they live in. As centuries of being time locked hasnt prepared them for the advancement of war machines. Eruption of metal shell over the lands peaceful town. Most doorways were lost in the misunderstood bombing.

The first country whom made contact with this mages, had massacred half its more powerful. Bullets just weren't understood.

The second country was the enemy of the one whom bombed the place. They were the first accepted outsiders and a hidden pact lead to undercover work. The foundation for the mage corporation. The mix of machines, science, magic and energy from other worlds. They did what was needed in the second world War and the cold wars that followed.

To powerful that the alliances within the mage island hide from mage humans. Cloaked in what have became known as the veils of reality. The forces had also took away the key elements that made this super powers of the foundation corporation. The god artifacts that became lost. Tools that could rip fabic of time and space. Items that controlled elements beyond humanity imagination.

The madness had never stopped... from the beginning of time as they knew it. The mage company was the outsiders and the mages afraid of beyonders. The country within were ruled once more by a royal family, whom listened to the advice of nobility families. They continued sharing hands with beyonders, and look for ways to be forgive by this mess.

The three highest families a generation ago learned of the tainted blood curse. They have moved on from wars like the rest of earth. They knew of the artifacts and that to finding them was about finding ways to strengthen thinned blood of royals. To hand pick thier children in arrangements then make them find these powers. Nobility have greed to take the worlds as of the minds warpped.

The three families aren't every noble family, this blood secret has been sugared in the lie that royals are two sides. Even more in the dark then nobility is the churches. The churches, the public and even the otherworlders are scared of the darkness in nobility powered by royal blood.

The churches has tried its hardest to find the turth from the sugared lies. They have tried to use the next generation of children to spell it out. A silent war really... the only soilders of it are the children and two preists that taught them faith.