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The King of Dreams Chapter 55
Matthew the raven flew around in the darkness looking for traces of the shadow, “I simply can't see anything here,” he murmured.As Matthew the raven tiptoed along, his claws clinking softly against the ground, he accidentally kicked an iron can, causing it to clang loudly. He froze, scanning the surroundings to ensure the noise hadn't attracted unwanted attention. When he glanced behind him, a dark shadow loomed ominously, its presence sending a shiver down his feathers.Matthew looked up with a mixture of fear and curiosity, his lips quivering as he greeted, "Hello!”With a bone-chilling voice, the shadow unleashed a haunting shriek, echoing through the darkness, "Haaaaaa.""Boss," Matthew whispered urgently, but as the shadow loomed closer, panic seized him. "Boss!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the darkness. With a flutter of his wings, he darted away, his heart pounding with fear. "Boss, where are you? I need you!”In the dream world, the shadow persisted in its relentles
The King of Dreams Chapter 56
"So, what happened?" Constantine asked, her voice tinged with anxiety.With his arms folded behind his back, Morpheus began to recount the events, "It appears the shadows are merely inhabiting the host body, utilizing it as a vessel to carry out their nefarious deeds, which ultimately culminate in the destruction of the waking world," he explained, placing particular emphasis on the phrase, "Your world.”"It's not unusual for demons to harbor destructive intentions towards the world, but what we need to ascertain is the method, timing, and identity of their superior," Constantine remarked thoughtfully. She then posed the question, "Could it possibly be Lucifer behind all of this?” Morpheus released a sigh and gently lowered his arms, turning away from Constantine. "Lucifer is not involved in this matter," he stated, before facing Constantine once more. "Furthermore, I am going to meet with him immediately," he added decisively."Alright then, while that's being taken care of, I'll go
The King of Dreams Chapter 57
"You know, I think I deserve a say in where I end up. Teleporting me around without asking is a bit rude, don't you think?" Mathew the raven quipped, a hint of playful annoyance in his tone, as he conversed with Morpheus."Are you implying that you're afraid to accompany me to Hell?" Morpheus glanced back at Matthew, arching an eyebrow inquisitively."Negative," Matthew retorted sharply. "My purpose here is to ensure your safety and inform Lucien of your current location," he clarified.“Okay,” Morpheus responded.Morpheus and Matthew stood by the gate after the souls had entered."At the gate stands one... Oh, it's you again, King of Dreams," the Demon exclaimed, surprised by Morpheus's presence."It's good that you remembered," Morpheus said, his expression turning into a frown.The demon, with a sinister grin, swung open the imposing gates, granting passage to Morpheus and his faithful raven companion. They strode purposefully through the gateway, their determination palpable in th
The King of Dreams Chapter 58
"Your Majesty," the demon began, approaching Lucifer with deference, "The King of Dreams and his Raven have departed our realm." With a respectful bow, the demon relayed his message, awaiting Lucifer's response.Lucifer gestured with a wave of his hand, signaling the demon to depart."Hey, Mazikeen!" Lucifer's voice echoed through the chamber as he called upon his trusted demon lieutenant, turning to face her with a determined gaze.Mazikeen stepped forward, closing the distance to attend to Lucifer."Summon Azazel and the other chiefs immediately," Lucifer commanded, his expression seething with anger.Mazikeen, fueled by the same anger that coursed through Lucifer's veins, bowed respectfully before him as she prepared to depart. With a determined air, she took her leave, her purpose clear: to summon the chiefs and rally their forces.As soon as Mazikeen departed, Lucifer beckoned Balthazar forth. "Head to the waking world," he commanded, "and ascertain the precise nature of the situ
The King of Dreams Chapter 59
Constantine spotted Morpheus from a distance and immediately made her way toward him.Morpheus frowned, his coat billowing majestically with each step, while his raven glided in slowly beside him."How did it go?" Constantine asked as soon as she reached Morpheus."I've already told you that Lucifer isn't the one in charge, but I’m certain he knows who is. He will definitely put an end to this chaos," Morpheus replied.Constantine nodded and replied, “Well, I'll have to check on other people to keep them safe until this chaos is over.”"I..." Morpheus began to speak when he heard the faint voice of Rose calling out to him.“Help,” Rose whispered weakly."I need to leave. One of our Endless children is in danger," Morpheus said, departing swiftly."Is he married? Does he have children?" Constantine asked, surprised and confused.Matthew the Raven was on the verge of returning to the Dream Realm when he overheard Constantine's question. "What!" Matthew exclaimed, taken aback. "Of course
The King of Dreams Chapter 60
“And where is your boss?” Death asked, startling Lucien as she was engrossed in reading one of the books in the library.“Oh!” Lucien exclaimed, clutching her chest in surprise. “You startled me,” she said with a faint smile. “It’s been a while since you last visited. I’m sure he’ll be back very soon,” she added reassuringly.Death spread her wings, preparing to leave. She glanced back and said, “Let him know I was here. He’ll know where to find me.” As Death turned to leave, Lucien called after her, "You know, it wouldn't hurt to have you around more often. Dream would appreciate it.”Death glanced at Lucien and said, "You know I have souls to collect. If he wants my help, he'd better give me a good reason. There are far too many souls here already—some of them weren’t even supposed to die.”"I believe it might be connected to the possession caused by the demons," Lucien responded.Death lowered her wings gracefully and stepped closer to Lucien. "I thought this had already been reso
The King of Dreams Chapter 61
Tension reverberated through the Endless's great hall, a place unconstrained by time and molded solely by the essence of its occupants. As solemn as the night sky, Dream sat at the center of the group. Death was standing to his right, composed but with an unwavering determination. Desire sat on his left, their face a mixture of contempt and laughter. Despair was there in the shadows, hardly perceptible but always there, gripping her barbed hook with shaking fingers, her eyes displaying a silent, all-encompassing agony. "This cannot go on," Dream started in a steady but irritated tone. "Mortals are no longer dreaming as they used to in the waking world. They don't have any imagination, hope, or even nightmares while they sleep. The Dreaming is in pain and disintegrating. It has an impact on everything. Desire twirled a golden strand of their hair and laughed softly. Dream, you're always so dramatic. Maybe the mortals are just sick of your little fantasies. Perhaps they've discovered
The King of Dreams Chapter 62
With their opposing energies creating an unseen tension between them, Despair and Desire silently left the Endless gathering. The scenery changed to a drab gray as they left the Dreaming and entered the real world. The sounds of life, such as laughter, conversation, and the rustle of leaves, were muted and faint, and the air felt heavy, as though the world itself had lost the ability to feel. This was a familiar world to Despair. She flourished on the silence, the emptiness, and the crushing weight of it all. As she watched the waking world go by, she absently dragged her barbed hook across her palm. "It's already here," she muttered in a gravelly, low voice. "The void. They feel as though it is a second skin.But Desire was not impressed. With a smooth, melodic voice that was brimming with derision, they answered, "It's always there, darling." That is the state of humanity. Yes, emptiness, longing, and yearning. However, this... feels different.They entered a busy city street and
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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.
