The air in the Dreaming grew heavy with an unseen weight as Lucifer stepped forward, his imposing presence enough to silence even the most talkative of beings. His arrival was immediate, and shortly after, the Endless siblings arrived, each materializing one by one. Death stood with arms crossed, her ever-present smirk fading into an expression of curiosity. Desire lounged against a pillar, golden eyes gleaming with amusement. Despair loomed in the shadows, her hooked ring dragging lightly against her palm. Delirium twirled a strand of vibrant hair between her fingers, eyes flickering through shifting colors. Destiny stood firm, the great book chained to his wrist rustling with unseen pages. For a long moment, no one spoke. The air crackled with tension as Lucifer’s piercing gaze flicked between each of them before settling on Morpheus. He arched an elegant brow, his lips curving into the faintest smirk before he finally broke the silence.“Well,” Lucifer said smoothly, his voice a p

In the grand throne room of the Dreaming, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension. The Endless—Desire, Despair, Death, and Destiny—stood in a loose circle with Lucifer at the center, exuding his usual air of composed arrogance. Matthew, perched on a high ledge, shuffled his feathers, his small black eyes darting from one immortal being to another."So, this is the grand alliance," Lucifer mused, his voice like silk laced with venom. "The mighty Endless, coming together for a single cause. How quaint."Desire smirked, crossing their arms. "Spare us the theatrics, Morningstar. You wanted in on this, so here you are. Let's not pretend you don't have your own motives."Lucifer let out a soft chuckle. "Oh, I never pretend about my motives, dear Desire. I am quite upfront about them. Unlike some here."Despair let out a low, wheezing laugh, pulling at the hooked ring on her finger. "Isn’t that the game, though? We all pretend until someone bleeds."Matthew ruffled his wings uneasily.

The training resumed in the vast, enchanted void room, its space bending infinitely to accommodate the power and presence of those within it. The air was thick with anticipation, each figure standing in tense silence, readying themselves for what was to come.Morpheus stood at the center, his dark robes flowing like living shadows as he surveyed those gathered. To his left, Lucifer stretched his wings slightly, eyes gleaming with amusement. Death, always composed, stood calmly, waiting for instructions. Desire smirked, leaning lazily against an unseen force. Despair and Delirium stood together, a sharp contrast—one trembling, the other humming an erratic tune. Destiny remained still, as if already knowing the outcome.Constantine held the Rune firmly in her grasp, feeling the raw power surging beneath its surface. She had been trained in magic all her life, but this was unlike anything she had ever encountered. The Rune pulsed, reacting to her touch, almost as if whispering to her.Lu

The void room crackled with raw energy as the Endless, Lucifer, and Constantine prepared for their third attempt at training. Unlike the last sessions, something was different—Constantine stood at the center of the space, her body glowing with an ethereal golden light. The Rune pulsed in sync with her heartbeat, its power no longer resisting her. She had become one with it.Morpheus and Lucien watched from a distance, their expressions unreadable. The room, vast and endless, hummed with anticipation. This time, they needed success. This time, failure was not an option.Constantine took a deep breath and lifted her hands, feeling the Rune’s energy coursing through her veins. “Alright, lovebirds, let’s get this right. We’re not here to prance about, we’re here to prepare for war.”Lucifer chuckled, tossing his silver hair back. “A mortal with power, how amusing. Let’s see if you can actually *use* it.”Desire rolled their eyes, crossing their arms. “We all know why we’re here. But tell

The void room was silent now. The training had ended, and for the first time, they had succeeded. Yet, there was no celebration—only the weight of what was still to come. The battle against the Emptiness loomed over them like a shadow, its presence stretching beyond the veil of reality itself.Lucifer stood near the exit of the void room, arms crossed, expression unreadable. His crimson wings shifted slightly, betraying some of the tension he hid beneath his stoic exterior. "Well, this has been an amusing detour," he finally said, his voice laced with dry amusement. "But I believe it’s time I return to my domain. There are matters I must attend to."Death, who had been observing quietly, let out a small sigh. "You’re not running away from this, are you, Morningstar?"Lucifer’s lips curled into a smirk. "Of course not, dear sister. I gave my word, and I intend to keep it. But I must prepare my own forces—Hell has its own battles to fight, after all."Morpheus, who had been standing in