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The King of Dreams Chapter 21
Man1: I figured if one copycat crime doesn't seem to get the Corinthians' attention, two will. (He brought out two eyes and placed them on the table.)The three strangers, 2 men, and a lady, are still deliberating on how to get Corinthians' attention. Man 2: Make the copycat 3 actually. (The second man brought out another 2 pieces of eyes.) The lady was surprised the men took part in her idea which they thought was terrible. "In the absence of a better one. We still need a guest of honor," The second man smiled. They believed getting inside the mind of Corinthian 'A fellow killer' is a great idea. Then they asked themselves, Why the eyes? Why only the eyes? The lady believes the eyes are the window to the souls. Man 1: Though it is hard to remove those eyes. "The trick is to use your thumbs," Corinthian showed up in front of them. The first man gasps, "Oh, my!""Yeah, I assume you were trying to get my attention," Corinthian leaned forward. "Now that you've got it… tell me why I
The King of Dreams chapter 22
As Rose awoke, her eyes were drawn to a Raven perched outside her window. A rush of anticipation surged through her veins, compelling her to confirm the authenticity of her dream. With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, she approached the Raven, hoping to find validation and answers within its enigmatic presence.Using its beak, the raven tapped on the window and let out a series of cawing sounds. Startled yet hopeful, Rose approached the window, her footsteps cautious and deliberate. She softly called out, "Matthew?" The raven swiftly took flight, disappearing into the sky, leaving Rose with a rush of relief coursing through her veins. At that very moment, she couldn't help but question if it had all been a dream.Equipped with a photo of her brother, Rose took a decisive step forward and utilized it to create a compelling missing-person poster. With a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, she then reached for her phone and dialed Unity's number, her fingers trembling as she
The King of Dreams Chapter 23
Lucien approached Morpheus in the library, her steps swift and purposeful. With respect in her voice, she addressed Morpheus, "My lord, may I be of assistance?""Is this everything we have on Rose Walker?" Morpheus asked. "And Jed Walker," Lucien replied. "But I doubt there's anything in those books that you don't already know. Except, perhaps..." Before Lucien could finish his sentence, Morpheus abruptly interrupted him, his anger evident.Morpheus's voice quivered with unease as he spoke, "Except, perhaps, why she managed to wander into my throne room." Anxiety tinged his words, his worry was evident. Seeking reassurance, he turned to Lucien and posed a question, "What do you think? Why did Gault target her brother and not her?"Lucien frowned, "Did you read about Unity? She questioned. "The day you were imprisoned, there were people all over the world who fell asleep and people who couldn't wake up. Unity is the sole survivor of what they call the 'Sleepy Sickness.' The day you re
The King of Dreams Chapter 24
As they bid farewell to the beach, Hal enveloped Rose in a warm embrace. "You've been an incredible friend, Rose Walker," he expressed, his voice filled with gratitude and affection.As Corinthian reached the foster agent's office, he found her on the verge of leaving for the day. Determined, he hurriedly approached her and held up the flyer in his hand, extending it toward the agent. With a mix of hope and urgency, he asked, "Excuse me, ma'am. Have you seen this boy?"The foster agent couldn't say a word, she believes her profession doesn't allow that. Corinthian didn't waste any time. He brought out his knife, stabbed the agent, and removed her eyes. Corinthian positioned himself at the table, carefully setting down the eyes alongside Jed's file. With a steady hand, he proceeded to delicately insert the extracted agent's eyes into his eye sockets, merging their sight as one. As his vision adjusted, he delved into the contents of the file, utilizing this newfound perspective to unco
The King of Dreams Chapter 25
With a smile gracing his enigmatic face, Morpheus turned towards Rose and spoke, his voice filled with an air of wisdom. "I must confess, there are certain questions even I cannot answer definitively," he began. "However, what I can reveal is this: a Vortex possesses a tremendous power—the ability to dream entire worlds into existence or bring about their utter destruction."After a brief pause, they resumed their journey, with Rose taking the lead toward her brother's dream. However, the next dream they entered was not her brother's, but instead that of her friend, Zelda, appearing in a childlike form in the cemetery. Intrigued, Rose couldn't help but inquire, "Who is that?"Morpheus: Zelda. When she was your brothers' age. Zelda: Mummy and Daddy told me to go away. So, I am in the old orchards. Nobody understands me. Nobody cares. Nobody understands but Chantal. Chantal comes along, shows me she's my soul sister. I and she are gothic heroines, secret brides to the faceless slaves
The King of Dreams Chapter 26
"I'm right here," Jed's voice sounded with a hint of confusion."No, Jeddy, this is just a dream," Rose gently reassured him. She held up the flier, her finger pointing at the desperate plea for help scrawled across it. "When you wake up, where do you think you'll be?" Rose asked, her voice filled with concern.Fear and panic gripped Jed as he trembled, his voice trembling as he spoke, "Uncle Barnady threatened to shatter every bone in my body. Even Aunt Clarice won't be able to protect me."Rose's voice trembled with worry as she questioned, "Who is Barnady? Where is Jed? And where are Aunty Clarice and Uncle Barnady?""They're home. They are in Homeland," Jed answered. "Where is that? Where is homeland?" Rose's voice trembled with confusion as she desperately sought answers about her brother Jed's whereabouts. The uncertainty surrounding his location weighed heavily on her heart, leaving her feeling lost and disoriented.Morpheus fixed a steady gaze upon Gault and issued a commandi
The King of Dreams Chapter 27
As Rose awoke from the vivid dream, she immediately shifted her focus to her laptop. Determination filled her as she tirelessly searched for any trace of Bernady and Clarice Homeland, her brother's foster parents. Finally, with a surge of relief and excitement, Rose discovered their location.Without wasting a moment, Rose hurriedly made her way to their room door, eager to share the news with Lyta. She knocked on the door eagerly, her voice trembling with anticipation, "Lyta, I found him. I found Jed."Lyta's voice echoed from the room, filled with confusion. "What?" she exclaimed, seeking clarity or further information on the matter at hand.Rose's excitement bubbled up within her as she exclaimed, "I found Jed!"Consumed by excitement, Rose could no longer contain her eagerness to begin the adventure. Unable to wait any longer for Lyta to come out from the room, she swiftly grabbed the car keys, her phone, and her bag. With a determined stride, Rose left. As Lyta swung open the do
The King of Dreams Chapter 28
Stepping foot into the ethereal realm of the Dream world, Morpheus and Gault made their entrance. As Morpheus began his approach toward the magnificent throne that symbolized his authority, Gault couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. She turned to Morpheus and posed a question that had been weighing on her mind, "Do you possess any insight into what Jed's life is truly like in the waking world?"With a mix of frustration and anger, Morpheus averted his gaze, his back turned to Gault. He spoke with conviction, emphasizing the stark reality before them. "Humans were never meant to dwell solely in the realm of dreams. By keeping the child trapped there, we deny him the chance at a real life, a life filled with experiences and opportunities.""The boy is being abused. He's suffering," Gault said. "You abused that suffering to build a Dreaming you could rule," Morpheus responded. "I have no desire to rule. My only wish is to create a Dream and not a Nightmare," Gault confided in Mor
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Matthew, determined to uncover the truth, flapped his wings and swooped closer to Constantine’s window, perching on the ledge just outside. He could see her inside, tossing and turning in her sleep, her face contorted in distress. Whatever nightmares plagued her, they were relentless.Just as he was about to take another step forward, a surge of dark shadows erupted from the room, slamming into him like a forceful wind. The impact sent him spiraling backward, his feathers ruffling as he barely managed to regain balance in midair."Bloody hell!" he cawed, shaking himself off. "What was that?"The shadows loomed menacingly around Constantine's home, writhing like living tendrils, barring his approach. It was as if they sensed his presence and rejected it outright.Matthew steadied himself and tried again, this time keeping to the darkness, hoping to slip past unnoticed. But the moment he drew near, the shadows lashed out again, pushing him away with an invisible force. It was clear—some
Chapter 109
Matthew flapped his wings, gliding silently above the rooftops as he continued tailing Constantine. She moved with purpose through the streets, her hands tucked deep into the pockets of her long coat, occasionally glancing over her shoulder as if she could sense something watching her. If she did, she didn’t let on.The raven perched on a streetlight as Constantine paused at a small occult shop, its windows dimly lit by flickering candlelight. She pushed the door open, and a tiny bell jingled, announcing her arrival. Matthew swooped to a nearby tree, peering inside through a dusty window.Inside, Constantine exchanged words with an elderly man behind the counter. He wore thick glasses, his long white beard curling like smoke from a dying fire. The conversation was hushed, but Matthew’s sharp ears caught snippets.“You don’t just find books on binding entities lying around, love,” the old man muttered, rubbing his temples. “You sure you want to go digging into this?”“Got no choice, ma
Chapter 108
As Matthew fluttered above Constantine, keeping a careful distance, he watched as she strode through the streets with purpose. He wasn’t sure what she was up to, but it was clear that she was hunting for something—or someone. The way she occasionally glanced over her shoulder made Matthew wonder if she sensed him. Still, he was good at staying unnoticed. At least, he thought he was.Just as Constantine turned a corner, Matthew suddenly felt a strange pull in his chest, like an invisible string yanking him backward. His feathers ruffled as his vision blurred for a moment. He knew this sensation all too well—he was being summoned."Oh, come on!" Matthew squawked in frustration, flapping his wings furiously to resist the pull. "Not now! I was just getting to the good part!"But there was no stopping it. The pull of the Dreaming was absolute, and before he knew it, the waking world faded away, replaced by the ethereal glow of Morpheus’s domain.Matthew found himself in the grand halls of
Chapter 107
Matthew glided over the city, his keen eyes scanning the streets below as he searched for Daniel. The night was calm, the occasional flickering streetlight casting eerie shadows across the pavement. The waking world always felt different from the Dreaming, less fluid, more rigid. Still, his task was clear: observe Daniel without interference.As he circled over a familiar street, he spotted movement below. Constantine, dressed in her usual rugged coat, was stepping out of a dimly lit pub. A cigarette dangled between her fingers as she exhaled smoke into the cold air. Matthew hesitated mid-flight. He hadn’t expected to run into her, not so soon at least.Constantine paused, her sharp eyes narrowing as she caught sight of a shadow moving in the sky. A knowing smirk tugged at her lips. “Matthew,” she called out, tilting her head up. “Come down here, you sneaky little sod. I know you're watching.”Matthew sighed, knowing there was no point in pretending otherwise. He swooped down, landing
Chapter 106
Constantine sat across from Sister Agnes in the quiet sanctuary of the church, the scent of burning incense lingering in the air. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows on the ancient stone walls as the nun observed Constantine with a calm but knowing gaze."So, what brings you back to the house of God, Constantine?" Sister Agnes asked, folding her hands on the table before her.Constantine smirked, tapping her fingers against the wooden surface. "I need a new job, Sister. Something to keep me busy. Any demons running amok? Possessions that need handling?"Sister Agnes let out a soft chuckle and shook her head. "No fresh cases of possession at the moment. Seems the devil’s taking a holiday."Constantine scoffed, leaning back in her chair. "That’s a first."The nun studied her for a moment before speaking again. "But, there are some individuals who have been seeking guidance. They’ve heard of you—your skills, your knowledge. They wish to learn."Constantine raised a skeptical eye
Chapter 105
The night was heavy with an eerie silence, but Constantine's sleep was anything but peaceful. Shadows curled along the edges of her room, whispering like ghosts against the walls. The Rune on her skin pulsed, a soft glow bleeding through the darkness, tying her to the prison she now kept sealed within her.Her dreams—or rather, her nightmares—began the same way each time. She stood in a void, the same void where she had faced the Emptiness. But here, it was different. The Rune no longer burned with power; it trembled like a dying ember. The prison wavered, its walls barely holding together, and beyond them, the formless mass of the Emptiness lurked, pressing against its boundaries with unseen force."You cannot hold me forever," a voice rasped, hollow and endless, echoing in the chasm of her mind. It was not a singular voice but many, an amalgamation of fears, regrets, and lost souls.Constantine clenched her fists, her breath sharp and ragged. "Yeah? Well, watch me."The Rune seared
Chapter 104
Morpheus stepped through the grand entrance of his throne room, his cloak billowing behind him like a shadow refusing to be left behind. Lucien stood waiting at the base of the dais, ever dutiful, with Matthew perched on her shoulder, his feathers ruffling slightly in anticipation.Lucien adjusted her glasses and gave a respectful nod. "You're back sooner than expected, my lord. I assume the return of Lyta, Daniel, Rose, and Jed went as planned?"Morpheus inclined his head. "Yes. They have returned to the waking world safely. The chapter of their time in the Dreaming is now closed—for now. But there are still matters that demand our attention."Lucien, ever perceptive, stepped forward. "What would you have me do?"Morpheus's expression was unreadable, his gaze drifting momentarily to the swirling mists beyond the throne room’s high windows. Then, he turned back to Lucien, his voice measured and commanding. "Gather the nightmares and the fairy tale creatures. I would address them."Mat
Chapter 103
Morpheus stood in the dim glow of Cain and Abel’s home, his dark presence casting long shadows across the uneven ground. The two brothers, as different as night and day, watched him expectantly. Abel fidgeted, rubbing his hands together nervously, while Cain crossed his arms, his ever-present scowl deepening."Cain. Abel," Morpheus began, his voice as steady and measured as ever. "You have long been the keepers of this land. Tell me, what would you wish for your home? I will grant you this, as a token of gratitude."Abel blinked, looking at his brother for guidance, but Cain simply scoffed. "Gratitude? That’s a rare gift coming from you, Dream Lord. But if you are offering, I won’t refuse."Abel cleared his throat, stepping forward cautiously. "I… I would love a garden. A real one. With flowers and maybe a pond," he said hesitantly, wringing his fingers. "Something peaceful. And—and a place for Goldie to play!" His face brightened as he mentioned his beloved gargoyle, who lay curled u
Chapter 102
As Morpheus stepped back into the Dreaming, the air shimmered around him, adjusting to his presence like a living thing recognizing its master. His long coat flowed behind him as he moved through the grand halls of his palace, the echoes of dreams whispering in the walls. Lucien stood near the great oak table, surrounded by books, scrolls, and floating symbols of pure knowledge. She had been waiting, as she always did, diligent and prepared. Nearby, perched on the back of a high-backed chair, Matthew the raven ruffled his feathers, his sharp black eyes tracking Morpheus’s movements. Lucien acknowledged his arrival with a nod. “You’ve returned.” Her voice was calm, but there was a subtle curiosity in her tone. “And Constantine?” Morpheus took a few steps toward the table, his expression unreadable. “She is where she must be. The Rune is a part of her now.” Matthew let out a low whistle. “Man, that’s rough. She didn’t ask for any of this.” “No,” Morpheus agreed, his gaze dista
