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The King of Dreams Chapter 12
"Hmm. Yes, clown. Morpheus was made fun of by the demon, who questioned, "So, where is your crown?""Guard your tongue, demon," Morpheus advised the demon, "because the ruler of Hell will not be kind to one who insults an honored guest," he stated with an irate expression. Morpheus becomes enraged. "And I am a guest in this realm as I am a ruler of my own," he adds. "So, where's your ruby?""Will you let me use it to haunt your dreams? And your awake time, too?" asked Morpheus. "Or will you allow us in by opening the Gate of Hell?" Morpheus' tone turned fierce. The demon unlocked the gate for Morpheus and his raven after being frightened by Morpheus' threat."Now take us to the palace," Morpheus commanded. "There is one at the door," Demon kept repeating the words on their way to the palace. They encountered a dry, dark woodland that was covered in fog as they made their way to the palace, with the demon leading the way."Any clue, where we are?" Matthew the raven enquired."The la
The King of Dreams Chapter 13
Johnny is on the street, looking around at the unfamiliar house and areas. He got on the road when he almost got into an accident with a car. He fell and got scared using one of his hands to guide himself as another car parked in front of him. A lady rushed out of the car to assist Johnny in standing up. "Thank you," Johnny said, grateful. Johnny was trying to look for his slippers, "I lost my slippers somewhere.""Oh, here you go," the lady found his slippers and helped him put them on. Johnny acknowledged the lady and indirectly apologized for being underdressed. She told Johnny it wasn't a big deal as it is a normal thing. "You live nearby," she asked"No, I uh… I've no idea where I am, actually," Johnny looked around. "Do you need a ride somewhere? I'd be happy to take you," she offered him a ride. "Do you know where Mayhew is?" Johnny asked. She smiled, "It's on my way. I live in Cumberland," stretching her hand to introduce herself, "I am Rosemary. "Johnny did the same b
The King of Dreams Chapter 14
Now Morpheus and the demon are to choose their champion. Lucifer asked them both to choose who to represent them in battle. "I shall represent myself," Morpheus frowned. "Choronzon, whom will you choose to represent you?" Lucifer asked"Hmm… I choose you, sire," Demon referred to Lucifer while staring at Morpheus. Lucifer smiles, his cloth changed to black, both opponents stared at each other. "Apologies , Dream, but the laws of Hell demand that I become his champion. But if you would not fight ms," Lucifdr calmly said. Morpheus turned to demon, "I have accepted the terms," turning back at Lucifer, "Let the challenge begin."The demon introduced the tournament to the crowded demons, "welcome, ladies and gentlemen. Today for your entertainment and delectation, a formal challenge," crowd cheering as demon continues. "The challenger Dream. Once the master of the Realm of Sleep," demon introduced Morpheus. "As the challenged, I've selected my champion. Ruler of Hell, Lucifer Morning
The King of Dreams Chapter 15
Johnny went to a café to have a drink and use the ruby to manipulate people's thoughts. He sat at the back sit monitoring every customer and waitress inside. Bette, the waitress approached Johnny with a smile, "How are you doing today," "How am I doing? Well, I'm feeling better than I have for quite some time. Thank you," Johnny responded. "Mmm. I could use some of that. What's your secret?" Bette trying to make Johnny comfortable. "Shall I tell you the truth? This is my secret," Johnny showed her the ruby. "It makes dreams come true."Bette asked Johnny what his dreams were. "A new world. A most honest one," Johnny responded.The both of them continued having a nice conversation until Bette, the waitress, was needed by the other customers. She had to excuse herself and told Johnny she would bring in his coffee. While Johnny was waiting for his coffee. He kept watching everyone and listening to their every conversation. Johnny decided to use the ruby on them to bring out their i
The King of Dreams Chapter 16
Morpheus sitting on a bench in a field, filled with people, laughing, having family picnics, children playing, and other walking dogs.Morpheus lost in thought while feeding pigeons, he was interrupted by a boy, who accidentally played a ball directly at Morpheus' face. Morpheus caught the ball with one hand."Sorry, man. Nice catch, though," The boy complimented Morpheus for catching the ball without looking. "Thank you," The boy added.The boy was about to leave when he saw a lady in black, walking towards Morpheus, she smiled at the boy and continued walking.The lady's name is Death, Morpheus' sister. Death takes the souls of the dead. She sat next to Morpheus smiling at him and watching him as he fed the pigeons."What are you doing?" Death asked."Am feeding the pigeon," Morpheus responded, focusing on the pigeons.She smiled and looked at him, "You do that too much, you know what you get?"Morpheus checked his head meaning, No."Fat pigeons, Death answered, "That's from Mary Po
The King of Dreams Chapter 17
Morpheus departed and appeared in front of an ancient bar to meet Hob, at that moment Morpheus had a flashback to when he first met Hob. Back in 1389, where Death and Dream went into the bar to have a drink. Death was dressed as a nun entering the bar, "Come on, then… What are you waiting for?" requesting Morpheus to come in with her. Morpheus was wearing an ancient suit with long black hair, "Very well. "He entered the bar. "But I do not see what purpose this will serve," He spoke out. "At least I get out and meet them. I just think maybe it would be good for you to see them on their terms, instead of yours, " Death advised Morpheus. Death smiled at an old man, "Sir, penny ale for me and another for my brother if it pleases you.""Certainly, lady," The old man was friendly. Morpheus stared with an annoying face at a bleating goat. He was distracted by his sister, Death when she handed him a drink. In the bar people were discussing, laughing, drinking, it was a busy place. Morp
The King of Dreams chapter 18
Desire and Despair, in their statue heart empire. They are the twins of the Endless. Despair is a woman who dresses in an unpleasant way and her hair I brushed. "Are you there, my sister?" Desire smiled, "Will you talk to me, Queen of Despair?""I'm always ready to listen to you, Desire," Despair's voice whimpered."I have news."Despair looked up at Desire, "Real news?" Her face in assurance, "The prodigal has returned."Desire chuckles, "What?" He didn't quite understand what Despair meant at first, "Oh, him? No. No. He's still missing. I speak of Dreams. He's managed to free himself."Despair gaps, "You seek to share him in your machinations again? Has he not suffered enough these last 100 years?"Desire still thinks Dream hasn't gone through any suffering. Despair raised her brows, "Do you think these little games of ours will change him?" Despair asked."This is no game, my twin. Dream still behaves as if his realm is superior to ours. It's time that he learned that dreams are m
The King of Dreams Chapter 19
Rose, still in shock, didn't say a word, she continued to stare at Unity as she spoke, then all of a sudden she burst into tears and hugged Unity, her great-grandmother. "I'll let you catch up," Lyta excused herself from the room. Unity and Rose insisted she stay with them but she left anyway for their privacy. There is a café where two men and a woman, discussing how to replace a family man and how to get on as soon as possible before their events. On the other hand, they also discussed getting a big guest who has a big record in the killing. "Corinthian," the three said together. Man 1: "Though there's probably been more than one Corinthians over the years."Woman: Whoever the current one is, his work is exquisite. The woman showed her companion a murder photo which was fascinating to them. They are in a cult called 'TheFamily'Woman: So he's on the East Coast. He's not far. Man 2: What do you think he does with those eyes? Woman: She believes Corinthian is also a cultist "
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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.
