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The King of Dreams Chapter 118
Constantine pressed her fingers against the sigils, feeling the faint hum of broken magic beneath her skin. The barrier’s energy pulsed weakly, flickering like a dying ember. Outside, the dark shadows coiled and slithered around its edges, testing the fractures with eerie patience. The entity lurking beyond the barrier was waiting. Matthew shifted restlessly on the armrest of a nearby chair, his claws digging into the fabric. “This is a bad idea, John,” he muttered. “Really bad. You’re running out of time.” Constantine ignored him, her lips moving silently as she focused on reinforcing the ward. The book in her lap contained spells older than any she had ever used, their ink faded with time, their meaning buried under layers of forgotten history. “Come on,” she thought, her mind racing. “There has to be something in here…” The Rune on her wrist burned hotter, reacting to the shadows outside. She clenched her jaw but didn’t let go of the magic she was weaving. Matthew fluffed
The King of Dreams Chapter 119
Matthew beat his wings hard, pushing himself higher into the sky, desperate to slip through the veil between realms. The city lights stretched out beneath him, a grid of shimmering gold and white, but he barely noticed. His thoughts raced faster than his wings.He needed to reach the Dreaming. Fast.The air around him shimmered as he felt the pull of the Dreaming trying to draw him in. Normally, the transition was seamless, like stepping through a door. But this time, something resisted. It was subtle, like flying against an invisible current, but he could feel it."Oh, come on, not *now*," Matthew muttered, pushing forward with all his might.Then, with a final push, he broke through.The Dreaming unfolded around him in a swirl of color and mist, the ever-shifting landscape stretching infinitely in all directions. Towers twisted toward the sky, forests breathed with an unseen wind, and the air hummed with the quiet echoes of dreams. But something was off.The sky was darker than usua
The King of Dreams Chapter 120
Matthew soared through the Dreaming, his wings cutting through the misty air as he made his way back to the portal that would lead him to the waking world. The moment he crossed through, the weight of reality settled onto him like a heavy shroud. The cold air of the city hit him immediately, a stark contrast to the ever-shifting warmth of the Dreaming.He wasted no time, navigating through the darkened sky, tracing his way back to Constantine’s apartment. The tension in his chest had only worsened since he left. The last thing he saw before he departed was the shadows creeping against the spell barrier, restless and persistent. He landed on the balcony, claws gripping the metal railing as he peered inside. The candlelit room was just as he had left it, but Constantine looked different. She sat on the floor, surrounded by open books and pages filled with scrawled incantations. Her face was pale, her hands trembling slightly as they hovered over one of the books.Matthew ruffled his fe
The King of Dreams Chapter 121
Matthew’s feathers bristled as he sensed a shift in the air. The flickering candlelight wavered unnaturally, casting distorted shadows against the walls. He turned his sharp eyes toward the edges of the barrier Constantine had set. The dark shapes pressing against it had grown bolder, shifting and writhing like living things.“Oh, hell,” Matthew muttered, hopping from his perch and flapping his wings in alarm. Constantine stirred at the noise, opening her eyes groggily. “What now?” she rasped, rubbing her temple.“The shadows,” Matthew said quickly. “They’re not just lurking anymore—they’re trying to break in.”Constantine shot upright, eyes immediately darting toward the perimeter of the barrier. The shadows clawed and pushed, their darkness seething, pressing harder against the magical boundary as if testing its strength. “Bloody fantastic,” she muttered, grabbing a charm from her pocket. She tightened her grip around it and started murmuring a chant under her breath, but Matthew
The King of Dreams Chapter 122
Morpheus stepped through the veil of the Dreaming, the air shifting around him as he entered the great library. The endless shelves stretched into eternity, their contents holding the knowledge of all realms. At the center of it all stood Lucien, surrounded by towering stacks of books, her eyes scanning through ancient tomes with urgency.At the sound of his arrival, she turned, already sensing the question in his mind. "My lord," she greeted. "I have been searching. There may be a way."Morpheus inclined his head. "Tell me."Lucien lifted an old, leather-bound book from the desk, its cover etched with sigils long forgotten by most. "The Rune is a prison, meant to contain the emptiness within it. Constantine, as its bearer, is currently its anchor. However, I believe there is a way to sever that connection and bind the Rune elsewhere—specifically, to the Void itself."Morpheus stepped closer, his gaze sharp. "And what is required?"Lucien turned the book toward him, revealing a page f
The King of Dreams Chapter 123
Constantine sat cross-legged on the floor of the Dreaming’s quiet library, her fingers lightly resting on her knees, her mind racing as the soft glow of the Rune pulsed faintly on her wrist. The room was still, save for the occasional rustle of parchment as Lucien moved about, gathering old texts that could help with the situation. Lucien stood nearby, watching her closely, her eyes full of concern, but also a deep understanding. “Constantine,” she said gently, her voice carrying across the stillness. “You must try. Meditate with the Rune, try to stabilize it. Let it become a part of you again, but this time with control.”Constantine, still weary from the constant battle of containing the emptiness, glanced at Lucien. “I’ve tried before, Lucien. This thing is more than I can handle.” Her voice was heavy with frustration, a raw edge that was hard to miss.Lucien nodded, taking a slow breath. “I know. But now, you’re not alone. The Dreaming can offer support, as can Morpheus, even fro
The King of Dreams Chapter 124
Constantine slowly rose from the ground, her body stiff but steady. The Rune on her wrist pulsed gently, its glow now dimmer, more contained, but still ever-present. She wiped her hand over her face, brushing away the exhaustion that lingered at the edges of her mind. The last few hours had felt like a battle, a constant push and pull between herself and the emptiness within the Rune. But for now, she had won—at least, for the moment.Turning to face Morpheus, who had been standing silently across the room, watching her with an unreadable expression, she took a deep breath and spoke.“The Rune and I aren’t meant to stay in the waking world for too long.” Her voice was hoarse, but steady, as though she had finally come to terms with the truth she had been avoiding. “Every time I try to hold it here, the emptiness claws its way out. It’s too much for both of us. The Rune... and I... we don’t belong here.”Morpheus said nothing for a moment, his dark eyes fixed on her. It was impossible
The King of Dreams Chapter 125
Constantine's eyes met Morpheus's, her gaze firm despite the exhaustion that clung to her. She stood tall, though there was a flicker of uncertainty in her voice. "Morpheus, I... I don’t think the Rune needs to be locked away in the Void permanently. It doesn’t have to be confined like that forever. But I can’t stay in the waking world all the time either. There needs to be balance.”Morpheus tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable as always, but his dark eyes showed a hint of curiosity. "Explain, Constantine. You suggest the Rune does not belong in the Void, but you also acknowledge the danger of it being in the waking world."Constantine bit her lip, taking a deep breath before continuing. “The Rune is... a part of me now. And I’m part of it. I know it’s dangerous, but it doesn’t need to be sealed away completely. There are places where magic still thrives, where I can keep it safe. The Dreaming, for one. And with the right boundaries, I could visit the Dreaming when I n
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Chapter 169
Ten years later the Dreaming shimmered beneath an amber sky, its rivers flowing with starlight, its towers carved from forgotten songs and ancient memories. In the heart of the realm, on the edge of a balcony made of glass and moonstone, Constantine stood, her coat fluttering softly in the breeze that didn’t belong to any weather system but to the breath of dreams.She felt the hum of the Rune at her side, though now it no longer throbbed with warning or shadow. It was quiet—obedient, almost serene. She had long since mastered it, fused it with her essence, and become something more than human… yet not quite Endless.Footsteps approached from behind, deliberate and elegant.“I thought you hated balconies,” Morpheus said, his voice as calm and infinite as ever.Constantine gave a small smirk. “I did. Until they stopped meaning danger.”Morpheus moved beside her, his presence familiar now—not just a god of dreams, not just a ruler of an infinite realm, but her companion. Her equal.“Thi
Chapter 168
Daniel stood beneath a silver-blooming tree, its petals drifting lazily through the air like soft flakes of moonlight. Matthew the raven had flown ahead to scout the next curve of the path, but Daniel lingered in the soft hush of the moment. Behind him, the Dreaming shimmered in ways that couldn’t be described—only felt.He turned as Morpheus approached silently, his long shadow trailing behind him like a veil of stars.“Do you regret it?” Daniel asked.Morpheus tilted his head, his dark eyes studying the young man closely. “Regret… is a waking world emotion. But I know the weight of choice.”Daniel hesitated, his fingers brushing the smooth bark of the tree. “If I say yes… to the Dreaming. If I choose to be its next ruler—what happens to my life in the waking world? What happens to my mom?”“You are not bound by time or place as others are,” Morpheus said softly. “You are made of both realms. A bridge between them.”“But bridges are meant to connect, not live,” Daniel replied. “Can I
Chapter 167
The kitchen smelled faintly of rosemary and coffee, though neither had been brewed that morning. Lyta sat at the table, her hands folded tightly in front of her, her eyes fixed on the old clock above the stove. The second hand ticked like a distant heartbeat. She hadn’t moved in some time.From where she sat, she could see the garden through the window—the cherry tree where Morpheus had stood. He was gone now, or perhaps merely unseen again. The air felt ordinary, but Lyta knew better than to believe in appearances.The back door creaked open.Lyta didn’t turn. “Did you speak to him?”“Yes,” came Daniel’s voice—quiet, full of thought.Now she turned, eyes wide with the weight of anticipation. Her son stood just inside the doorway, his shoulders hunched slightly, as though he’d been walking through centuries. His face was pale but calm. He looked older than he had just an hour ago.“You remember him,” Lyta said.Daniel gave a small nod. “I do. Not everything. But enough.”Lyta stood sl
Chapter 166
The sun filtered softly through the curtains of Lyta Hall’s modest home, golden light falling across the floor like blessings. The house was quiet. A stillness had settled over it since the early morning, when Daniel had gone for one of his long walks. He was taller now, with eyes too thoughtful for someone his age and a silence that often made Lyta ache.She sat at the kitchen table, fingers wrapped around a cup of tea long gone cold. Her eyes stared through the steam, through the walls, into memory. The years had been kind in some ways, harsh in others. Daniel had grown, as boys do, but there was always something in him—something that shimmered beneath the surface, something not quite of this world.And Lyta had known. She’d always known this day would come.The air in the room shifted, stilled even more. The shadows along the edges of the room stretched, deepened. The light dimmed—not harshly, but like dusk arriving early.He stood behind her before she heard his footsteps.“Morphe
Chapter 165
The sky above Hell was not a sky at all, but a vast, churning storm of ash and fire. Mountains of bone reached toward it, and rivers of molten hatred carved paths across a land that screamed in silence. Nothing here grew. Nothing here lived. Yet it pulsed with eternal motion—restless, ancient.Morpheus stepped through the obsidian gate alone, though Matthew flew above him, circling in tight arcs. The raven’s feathers twitched with unease.“I hate this place,” Matthew muttered. “Seriously. Every time we come here, I swear the heat gets worse. And those things with teeth for eyes were *staring* at me.”Morpheus said nothing.He walked toward the obsidian steps of Lucifer’s citadel, where reality bent and recoiled in the presence of pride made flesh. The doors opened without a sound, their carvings writhing with scenes of ambition and fall, endless betrayal, and cold beauty.Lucifer Morningstar stood at the top of the stairs, waiting, arms folded across a regal black coat that shimmered
Chapter 164
The chains cracked like thunder splitting across a void.Flames peeled back. The Realms of Fire shuddered as Destruction stirred. His eyes opened fully—vast pools of molten gold that held the weight of ages. Power rippled from him, not chaotic, but vast. A silent storm.Azazel screamed.“No!” the demon howled, fire bursting from his twisted form like a crown of rage. “You don’t understand! If he’s freed, he will burn all! Destruction *is* the end!”“You fear him,” Morpheus said, stepping forward, shadows clinging to his cloak like mist. “Because he is more than you ever were.”Destruction's voice rolled out, slow and steady, shaking the very ground beneath them.“I never asked to be your weapon.”The gold-and-flame bindings trembled, then shattered.In that instant, Destruction rose.He stood tall—taller than any of them remembered, broad-shouldered and ageless. His red hair swept back like flickering embers in a breeze, his skin luminous with the heat of stars. He stretched one arm,
Chapter 163
The Realms of Fire were alive, not with breath but with hunger. Every stone whispered, every gust of ash howled with the echoes of consumed worlds. As the Endless and their companions moved deeper, the flames recoiled—not from fear, but recognition. They knew who had come.And then, the fire opened like an eye.He emerged.Azazel.He took no single form. A writhing mass of flame and teeth, wings that folded and unfolded from every direction, and a voice that scraped like metal over bone. His many eyes blinked from within his own inferno, each one a different shade of malice.“Well, well,” Azazel hissed, his voice echoing in the very air. “I expected one of you. *Not all.*”Morpheus stepped forward. He did not raise his voice, but his presence swelled like a rising tide. “We are here for Destruction.”Azazel’s laughter burned. “You’re too late, Dream. He *is* destruction now. All I did was remind him what he was meant to be.”Constantine stepped beside Morpheus, the Rune aglow on her h
Chapter 162
The Dreaming was quiet in its breath, the way a cathedral holds silence after a prayer. Morpheus stood at the highest terrace of his palace, shadows draped across his shoulders like a second cloak. The stars wheeled in slow silence overhead.He did not summon Lucien and Constantine with sound—he did not need to. They were both already moving toward him, drawn by the same disturbance humming through the realm.Lucien appeared first, her book pressed to her chest, brows furrowed. She never arrived in haste, but tonight, she was nearly breathless.“M’lord,” she said. “The ripple—was it Daniel?”“Yes,” Morpheus answered.Constantine stepped from a veil of dream-smoke moments later, still barefoot from her meditation chamber, the Rune pulsing faintly against her wrist like a resting heartbeat. Her eyes were alert, wary.“Did something happen?” she asked.Morpheus turned to face them both, the weight of what he had to say already shaping the atmosphere. Even the sky above them seemed to lea
Chapter 161
Daniel tossed in his sleep, the blankets tangled like vines around his legs, sweat shining on his forehead. Lyta had just checked on him not long ago—tucked him in, brushed hair from his brow, kissed him gently. The child was still recovering from his strange disappearance, still unconscious for hours at a time. But what she didn’t know—what no one could truly understand—was that Daniel hadn’t fully come back alone.Something had awakened in him.Something ancient.The air around his sleeping body rippled gently, unseen by waking eyes. Dreams hummed under his skin. The Dreaming stirred around him like leaves brushing his thoughts. But now it wasn’t the Dreaming that called to him.It was pain.And not his own.He felt it like a thread burning from the stars, winding into his chest and pulling—gently at first, then with increasing urgency. He didn’t understand the source, but it throbbed with a weight that felt… *familiar*. Not in face or form, but in resonance.Another Endless.A kin.
