Constantine sat in her dimly lit apartment, staring at the notes and artifacts spread across her worn wooden table. The air smelled of old books, burning wax, and a faint trace of cigarette smoke. Morpheus had warned her to stay out of this, but Constantine never had been one to listen to warnings. She exhaled, rubbing her temples. The emptiness, a force beyond even the Dream Lord’s understanding, had begun erasing people from existence. Not just killing them—obliterating them. And Constantine needed answers. She wasn’t about to sit around while something picked the world apart, piece by piece.Determined, she grabbed her trench coat and stepped out into the cold night. The city was eerily quiet, its usual bustle replaced with a suffocating stillness. She had a lead—a whisper from the underbelly of the occult world. If there was something ancient at play, the old magic circles would have sensed it.Her first stop was the abandoned cathedral on the outskirts of town, where an old prie

As Morpheus sat in his throne within the Dreaming, deep in thought over the growing presence of the Emptiness, a familiar presence stirred the air. A soft hum, like the whisper of turning pages in an ancient library, filled the space. He turned his head slowly, already knowing who it was before she stepped into view.Wisdom.Dressed in flowing robes of midnight blue, embroidered with silver constellations, she walked towards him with the grace of someone who had seen countless ages come and go. Her presence carried the weight of knowledge—of things past, present, and possible futures yet unseen. Her gaze was calm, but her expression was heavy with concern.Morpheus sighed. He had anticipated this meeting, yet he had not longed for it. "Wisdom," he acknowledged, standing from his throne. "I assume you have sensed it as well.""I have," she replied, her voice steady. "The Emptiness is spreading, Morpheus. It is unraveling the minds of mortals and corrupting the very essence of their dre

As Morpheus and Constantine prepared to depart, a sudden disturbance rippled through the Dreaming. Lucien appeared, urgency in her voice as she addressed Morpheus."My lord, Lucifer's demons have arrived at the gate, seeking your approval to enter. They claim to bear a message from Lucifer himself."Morpheus narrowed his eyes but remained composed. "Let them in," he commanded.Constantine stiffened beside him. "Are you serious? You’re letting demons in here? Not exactly the best idea, don’t you think?"Lucien turned to her, offering a calm yet firm response. "This is unprecedented, but necessary. Morpheus has never allowed a demon to enter the Dreaming like this, but desperate times call for desperate measures. You must remain calm, Constantine. Now is not the time to cast a banishing spell. We need this truce."Within moments, the gates of the Dreaming opened, and a tall, shadowy demon emerged. Its glowing red eyes flickered like embers, wings folding as it approached Morpheus and Co

The gates of Hell loomed before them, dark and oppressive, exuding an aura of eternal suffering. Squatterbloat, the grotesque and hulking demon gatekeeper, regarded the Endless with suspicion before stepping aside to let them pass. "Lord Lucifer awaits," the demon rasped, gesturing toward the path that led deeper into the infernal realm.Morpheus, Death, Desire, Despair, and Destiny followed in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. The air was thick with the scent of brimstone and decay, the very essence of torment woven into the fabric of this place.At last, they arrived at Lucifer’s grand throne room, where the Morningstar sat regally, watching their approach with cool amusement. Their pale features were eerily perfect, unmarred by time or suffering. Their silver eyes gleamed with interest as they regarded the Endless."Dream. Death. Desire," Lucifer purred, reclining lazily on their throne. "And the rest. What a delightful little family gathering. To what do I owe the honor?"

As Morpheus led Rose, Jed, Lyta, and little Daniel through the Dreaming, the ethereal landscape shifted around them. The sky shimmered in hues of deep violet and silver, with dream-creatures drifting through the air like lost whispers. It was a place both wondrous and surreal, filled with endless possibilities.They soon approached a quaint, eerie house sitting atop a small hill, its architecture shifting slightly, as if it were dreaming itself. The door creaked open before they could knock, revealing Abel standing in the doorway with his usual nervous expression."O-oh! Master Morpheus! I didn't expect—oh dear, visitors!" Abel stammered, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his ragged tunic. His eyes darted from Morpheus to the guests, lingering a little too long on Lyta, who crossed her arms, still seething with distrust.Behind him, Cain emerged, wearing his usual smug grin. "Well, well, well. What have we here? More lost souls seeking refuge?" he mused, eyeing the newcomers.Morphe