"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
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 ruler of dreams, Morpheus, approached his throne and reached out to retrieve his helmet from its resting place. "My Lord, you are coming back, aren't you?" His second in command, Lucien, enquired with worry. "Why wouldn't I return, Lucien?" Morpheus replied as he placed the helmet on his head. "I don't know. It's just that a being as powerful as you, residing here in your realm, dreams rarely ventures into the waking world. Nightmares, however, seem to flourish there." Morpheus then produced his sand and disappeared into nothingness. Emerging from the shadows, Morpheus stepped forward and spoke in a hushed voice. "Corinthians, my works still exist only in dreams. They shouldn't roam among the living while enjoying the demise of mortals." He stood up, Corinth. "Wasn't this the reason you created me? Why should we limit ourselves to their unconscious minds?" He continued, "There is nothing stopping us from taking whoever or whatever we desire," but as Corinthians' knife slipped
The following evening, after a party at Magnus' house, there were no guards available to watch over Morpheus. Alex volunteered to keep an eye on the captive deity. He ascended the stairs with determination and entered the room where Morpheus was imprisoned.In the darkened chamber, Morpheus sat within the sphere, his head lifted. As Alex approached the door, he called out, breaking the silence. "Hello," he greeted, stepping closer to Morpheus. "It's Alex, the son of Magnus," he introduced himself, hoping to establish a connection with the enigmatic figure before him.Uncertain of Morpheus' ability to communicate or comprehend, Alex expressed his concerns. "You see, I don't know if you can speak or understand me, but I just wanted to ask: Are you alright in there?" As Alex anxiously awaited a response, Morpheus, driven by a mix of annoyance and anger, turned his head towards him.Alex paused, contemplating the situation before speaking to Morpheus. "No, of course, you are not," he ack
Alex heard the sound of glass breaking from a distance and hurried inside at the sound. When he heard a woman sobbing and saw Magnus storming out of a room, he quickly hid.Concerned, Alex entered the room and inquired about the cause of distress. Through tears, the woman replied, "I'm going to have a baby." Alex's face lit up with joy, and he exclaimed, "Ethel, that's wonderful news!" He smiled warmly and offered his heartfelt congratulations.Sniffling, Ethel shared, "He wants me to get rid of it. In fact, he's calling the doctor right now." Her words were filled with sadness.Alex offered a gentle presence, comforting Ethel in her distress. She glanced at him, her expression softening. "I will be fine," she said, managing a smile amidst her tears.Late at night, Ethel swiftly packed her belongings and stepped into the waiting car, driving away from the scene.Upon entering his room, Magnus immediately noticed the absence of Morpheus' vestments. It dawned on him that Ethel had taken
With a hint of regret in their voice, Alex's elder self said to Morpheus, "I could have sought after wealth or power, just like my father did." Alex said, "But all I ever wanted was to be free from your grip," with a broken heart."Alex, my dear," Paul cried as Alex sat down in a wheelchair, his hands firmly holding the device. Alex asked Paul to "please take me upstairs."As the wheelchair glided steadily across the circle, it left a visible line, shattering the once unbroken formation. Paul halted momentarily, casting a backward glance at the disrupted circle, realizing its demise. Then, his gaze shifted upward to meet Morpheus', acknowledging him with a nod and a smile, before departing from the room.Morpheus observed the broken circle, a sense of relief washing over him. Leaning forward, he directed his attention towards the guards stationed nearby. "Our Dracula still remains tight-lipped," remarked the female guard, engrossed in her novel. Curiosity piqued, the male guard inquir
"You're home, my Lord," Lucien whispered with a tinge of sorrow."I am," Morpheus replied, his voice tinged with relief as he regained consciousness.Morpheus needed assistance getting up from his prone position, so Lucien offered his hand. Together, they crossed the barren desert, their steps leading them to a towering gate covered with ancient statues, one of which conspicuously displayed the emblem of Morpheus' helmet.Morpheus reached out, his hand gently making contact with the gate. A resounding rumble echoed through the air as the gate swung open freely, granting them passage."Forgive me, sir, but... the realm, the palace... they are not as you left them," Lucien cautioned, her words laced with a mix of warning and anticipation. As the gate swung open, revealing the kingdom that Morpheus had once ruled, a profound shock coursed through him. His eyes widened in disbelief at the sight. There were no signs of trees, no bustling of life.When Morpheus returns from captivity, the
"A mystical dragon flies across a village with trees, a river, grass, and two houses in the land of dreams."The dragon landed on a roof and commanded Gregory to go immediately. 'You're going to trip and get wounded,' a man gave the dragon orders."The man said, "That's it."The dragon Gregory came down to the ground grumbling. It was speaking to the man in its own language. The man inquired, "Are you sure?"As a response, Gregory snorted.He laughs.The man stroked the dragon and said, "Good boy, Gregory, Good gargoyle."The man yelled for his friend's name and ran in his direction, calling out, "Cain, come quickly."While using a shovel to dig a hole and wearing glasses, Cain muttered to himself, "Blasted, bulbous,bilge-bubbling bollocks."The man yelled, "Cain!""What do you want, powder-brain? Do you not realize I'm working?" Cain answered in a stern manner."We have guests," the man said.Unexpectedly, Cain turned around to check for the visitors' location. "where?"Morpheus an