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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
The King of Dreams Chapter 63
With the oppressive weight of the waking world hanging over them like a black cloud, despair and desire crossed the boundary once more into the Dreaming. They had found nothing tangible in their search, but what they had found—the omnipresent void, the shadowy figure—could not be disregarded. In his throne room, Morpheus stood poised like a statue, waiting. Lucien was standing close by, his hands clasped, his face displaying the strain of the Dreaming's problems. The atmosphere was instantly altered by the arrival of Despair and Desire. "You've come back," Morpheus said in a soothing yet tense voice. "What have you found?" Despair took a while to speak. The sound of her barbed hook clinking on the floor echoed throughout the large room as she dropped it at her feet. "It's everywhere," she said in a hollow voice. The emptiness permeates every aspect of the waking world like a plague. I can't even touch them. Their hopelessness is phony and unfounded. Morpheus looked at Desire,
The King of Dreams Chapter 64
Morpheus paced his throne room, the weight of Despair and Desire’s findings pressing heavily on his mind. His siblings’ experiences with the shadowy emptiness only confirmed what he had feared—something ancient and malevolent was encroaching on the realms of the Endless. It was no longer confined to dreams or desires; it was spreading like an insidious disease, touching every corner of existence. He stopped abruptly, his gaze fixed on the swirling mists beyond his windows. "Lucien," he called. Lucien appeared from the shadows, a stack of books clutched in his hands. "My lord?" "I must speak with Death. She will have seen signs of this chaos among the souls she collects. Hold the Dreaming in my absence." Lucien nodded, though his expression was troubled. "Be cautious, my lord. If this force can affect Despair and Desire, there’s no telling what it might do to the others." Morpheus said nothing, stepping into the shadows and vanishing from the Dreaming.Morpheus materialized i
The King of Dreams Chapter 65
Morpheus returned to his palace in the Dreaming, his thoughts heavy with the revelations from his conversation with Death. He stepped into the grand hall, its towering ceilings adorned with stars and clouds in constant motion. The Dreaming felt different now—quieter, more fragile. The usual hum of dreams was subdued, as if the realm itself was holding its breath.Lucien, his loyal librarian, stood at the foot of the throne. Her expression was grave, and she clutched an ancient tome bound in weathered leather. She bowed slightly as Morpheus approached.“My lord,” Lucien began, “I have found something. It is not pleasant, but I believe it may provide the answers we seek.”Morpheus gestured for her to continue, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. “Speak, Lucien. What have you uncovered?”Lucien opened the tome, flipping through its yellowed pages with meticulous care. The text was written in an ancient, almost indecipherable script, and the illustrations depicted swirling vo
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Chapter 81
The three demons, their forms shifting between grotesque and ethereal, stepped through the gates of Hell, their clawed feet clicking against the obsidian floor as they approached the throne where Lucifer Morningstar sat. The ruler of Hell was reclined in his seat, seemingly unbothered by their arrival, his gaze distant as if lost in thought. But as the demons knelt before him, Lucifer’s eyes flickered with interest."Speak," Lucifer commanded, his voice smooth yet edged with underlying menace.The lead demon, a hulking figure with twisted horns and ember-like eyes, raised his head. "The Dreaming is secure, Lord Lucifer. Morpheus has ensured that no traps have been set. He anticipates your arrival."Lucifer nodded slowly, absorbing the information. "And yet, you hesitate. There is something more."The second demon, lean and serpent-like, hissed softly before speaking. "Yes, my Lord. We found a presence there. A mortal. A sorcerer. A Constantine."At the mention of that name, Lucifer's
Chapter 80
Morpheus sat upon his dark throne, his fingers steepled in thought as the weight of the coming battle loomed over him. The throne room was dim, shadows pooling around the edges as the great library doors creaked open. Lucien stepped inside, ever poised, ever ready."Lucien," Morpheus said, his voice low but commanding. "Summon the Endless. It is time they return to the Dreaming. And send word to Hell. Invite Lucifer."Lucien hesitated for only a fraction of a second before nodding. "As you command, my lord. But are you certain of Lucifer’s presence? His price will not be easily paid."Morpheus’s eyes gleamed with unreadable intent. "I am aware, Lucien. Do as I have asked."With a deep bow, Lucien left the chamber, the rustling of her coat fading into the distant corridors.Constantine, who had been leaning against a nearby column, let out a long breath. "I never thought I’d see the day you’d willingly invite the Devil to your doorstep. But hey, guess there’s a first for everything."M
Chapter 79
As Morpheus led Rose, Jed, Lyta, and little Daniel through the Dreaming, the ethereal landscape shifted around them. The sky shimmered in hues of deep violet and silver, with dream-creatures drifting through the air like lost whispers. It was a place both wondrous and surreal, filled with endless possibilities.They soon approached a quaint, eerie house sitting atop a small hill, its architecture shifting slightly, as if it were dreaming itself. The door creaked open before they could knock, revealing Abel standing in the doorway with his usual nervous expression."O-oh! Master Morpheus! I didn't expect—oh dear, visitors!" Abel stammered, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his ragged tunic. His eyes darted from Morpheus to the guests, lingering a little too long on Lyta, who crossed her arms, still seething with distrust.Behind him, Cain emerged, wearing his usual smug grin. "Well, well, well. What have we here? More lost souls seeking refuge?" he mused, eyeing the newcomers.Morphe
Chapter 78
As the Endless left Hell, the air around them remained thick with the weight of their uneasy alliance with Lucifer. The gates of Hell slammed shut behind them with a resounding finality, and for a brief moment, none of them spoke. Desire let out a long sigh, brushing off invisible dust from their coat."Well, that was a delight," Desire murmured, their voice dripping with sarcasm. "Owing Lucifer a favor. What could possibly go wrong?"Death shot them a sharp glance. "We didn't have much of a choice. If we want to stop the Emptiness, we need all the help we can get. Even from him."Despair wrapped her arms around herself, her expression more troubled than usual. "Still, a debt to Lucifer is not a small thing."Morpheus, who had remained silent since their departure, finally spoke. "We will deal with the consequences when the time comes. For now, we must focus on our next step."Before they could continue their discussion, a familiar voice echoed through the Dreaming. Lucien had been wa
Chapter 77
The gates of Hell loomed before them, dark and oppressive, exuding an aura of eternal suffering. Squatterbloat, the grotesque and hulking demon gatekeeper, regarded the Endless with suspicion before stepping aside to let them pass. "Lord Lucifer awaits," the demon rasped, gesturing toward the path that led deeper into the infernal realm.Morpheus, Death, Desire, Despair, and Destiny followed in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. The air was thick with the scent of brimstone and decay, the very essence of torment woven into the fabric of this place.At last, they arrived at Lucifer’s grand throne room, where the Morningstar sat regally, watching their approach with cool amusement. Their pale features were eerily perfect, unmarred by time or suffering. Their silver eyes gleamed with interest as they regarded the Endless."Dream. Death. Desire," Lucifer purred, reclining lazily on their throne. "And the rest. What a delightful little family gathering. To what do I owe the honor?"
Chapter 76
ed forward, their footsteps echoing despite the absence of any solid ground. Then, in the center of the void, a stone pedestal emerged, ancient and covered in glowing inscriptions. Resting atop it was the rune, pulsating with a faint golden light."That’s it," Constantine whispered, stepping forward cautiously. But as she reached out, the darkness around them surged violently, forming grotesque figures with hollow eyes and gaping mouths. The air turned ice-cold."They won’t let us take it easily," Morpheus warned, stepping in front of Constantine as the creatures lunged.Constantine quickly chanted a spell, forming a glowing barrier around them. The dark figures hissed and recoiled as the protective magic flared to life. "I need time! Keep them off me!"Morpheus raised his hand, summoning a burst of dream energy that sent waves of light crashing against the darkness. The shadows shrieked and dissolved into the void, but more replaced them, clawing at the barrier Constantine had cast.
Chapter 75
As Morpheus and Constantine prepared to depart, a sudden disturbance rippled through the Dreaming. Lucien appeared, urgency in her voice as she addressed Morpheus."My lord, Lucifer's demons have arrived at the gate, seeking your approval to enter. They claim to bear a message from Lucifer himself."Morpheus narrowed his eyes but remained composed. "Let them in," he commanded.Constantine stiffened beside him. "Are you serious? You’re letting demons in here? Not exactly the best idea, don’t you think?"Lucien turned to her, offering a calm yet firm response. "This is unprecedented, but necessary. Morpheus has never allowed a demon to enter the Dreaming like this, but desperate times call for desperate measures. You must remain calm, Constantine. Now is not the time to cast a banishing spell. We need this truce."Within moments, the gates of the Dreaming opened, and a tall, shadowy demon emerged. Its glowing red eyes flickered like embers, wings folding as it approached Morpheus and Co
Chapter 74
Wisdom, Morpheus' ex-wife, had remained in the Dreaming longer than necessary, her presence an unspoken weight in the grand halls of Morpheus' domain. When she ventured deeper into the palace, she unexpectedly came across Lucien speaking with Constantine. The sight of Constantine, relaxed and at ease within the Dreaming, ignited an unbidden wave of jealousy within Wisdom.Her footsteps echoed as she approached them, her regal posture intact, but her piercing gaze betrayed her emotions. Constantine, ever perceptive, sensed the shift in the air immediately. She turned her sharp gaze toward Wisdom, her lips curling into a knowing smirk."You must be Wisdom," Constantine said casually, crossing her arms. "I’ve heard a little about you."Wisdom’s lips pressed into a thin line. "And you are Constantine," she replied coolly, her voice laced with an underlying tension. "I wasn't aware that Morpheus had taken to bringing mortals into his realm."Lucien, sensing the rising tension, adjusted her
Chapter 73
As Morpheus sat in his throne within the Dreaming, deep in thought over the growing presence of the Emptiness, a familiar presence stirred the air. A soft hum, like the whisper of turning pages in an ancient library, filled the space. He turned his head slowly, already knowing who it was before she stepped into view.Wisdom.Dressed in flowing robes of midnight blue, embroidered with silver constellations, she walked towards him with the grace of someone who had seen countless ages come and go. Her presence carried the weight of knowledge—of things past, present, and possible futures yet unseen. Her gaze was calm, but her expression was heavy with concern.Morpheus sighed. He had anticipated this meeting, yet he had not longed for it. "Wisdom," he acknowledged, standing from his throne. "I assume you have sensed it as well.""I have," she replied, her voice steady. "The Emptiness is spreading, Morpheus. It is unraveling the minds of mortals and corrupting the very essence of their dre
