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The King of Dreams 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?"
The King of Dreams 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
The King of Dreams 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
The King of Dreams 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
The King of Dreams 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
The King of Dreams Chapter 82
The air in the Dreaming grew heavy with an unseen weight as Lucifer stepped forward, his imposing presence enough to silence even the most talkative of beings. His arrival was immediate, and shortly after, the Endless siblings arrived, each materializing one by one. Death stood with arms crossed, her ever-present smirk fading into an expression of curiosity. Desire lounged against a pillar, golden eyes gleaming with amusement. Despair loomed in the shadows, her hooked ring dragging lightly against her palm. Delirium twirled a strand of vibrant hair between her fingers, eyes flickering through shifting colors. Destiny stood firm, the great book chained to his wrist rustling with unseen pages. For a long moment, no one spoke. The air crackled with tension as Lucifer’s piercing gaze flicked between each of them before settling on Morpheus. He arched an elegant brow, his lips curving into the faintest smirk before he finally broke the silence.“Well,” Lucifer said smoothly, his voice a p
The King of Dreams Chapter 83
Lucien moved swiftly through the grand hall, her hands weaving symbols in the air as she muttered incantations under her breath. The Void Room was ancient, a place beyond even the Dreaming’s usual realm, designed to contain immense power. As the runes etched themselves into the towering walls, the air grew thick with magic, crackling like a coming storm.She barely noticed Constantine’s approach until the woman cleared her throat. Lucien flinched slightly, a rare show of surprise. "You walk far too quietly for a mortal," she muttered, adjusting her glasses.Constantine smirked. "Or maybe you’re just too lost in your work. So, tell me, this Void Room—how exactly does it work? Is it as protective as Morpheus claims? Or should I be worried that I might wake up missing a limb?"Lucien sighed, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "It is protective, yes, but it is not just a shield. The Void Room is a neutral space where magic can be tested and contained. It adapts to whatever energ
The King of Dreams Chapter 84
In the grand throne room of the Dreaming, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension. The Endless—Desire, Despair, Death, and Destiny—stood in a loose circle with Lucifer at the center, exuding his usual air of composed arrogance. Matthew, perched on a high ledge, shuffled his feathers, his small black eyes darting from one immortal being to another."So, this is the grand alliance," Lucifer mused, his voice like silk laced with venom. "The mighty Endless, coming together for a single cause. How quaint."Desire smirked, crossing their arms. "Spare us the theatrics, Morningstar. You wanted in on this, so here you are. Let's not pretend you don't have your own motives."Lucifer let out a soft chuckle. "Oh, I never pretend about my motives, dear Desire. I am quite upfront about them. Unlike some here."Despair let out a low, wheezing laugh, pulling at the hooked ring on her finger. "Isn’t that the game, though? We all pretend until someone bleeds."Matthew ruffled his wings uneasily.
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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.
