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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.
The King of Dreams Chapter 85
The training in the void room began with a tense air hanging over the participants. Morpheus stood at the center, watching as his siblings, Lucifer, and Constantine took their positions. The rune, glowing faintly, rested in Constantine’s grip. The magic-infused air around them crackled with energy, the anticipation thick as a storm brewing over the sea.Lucifer was the first to move, stretching his wings as he smirked at the group. "Shall we begin? Or are you all going to stand there like statues?" His voice was mocking, but his eyes were sharp, assessing the situation like a predator.Desire rolled their eyes and twirled a golden strand of hair around a finger. "I don’t see why we need to do this. I, for one, have no intention of throwing myself into battle like a mindless brute."Death gave Desire a knowing smile. "You can’t charm your way out of this one, sibling. The Emptiness isn’t something you can seduce."Constantine sighed, adjusting her grip on the rune. "Look, can we just g
The King of Dreams Chapter 86
The training resumed in the vast, enchanted void room, its space bending infinitely to accommodate the power and presence of those within it. The air was thick with anticipation, each figure standing in tense silence, readying themselves for what was to come.Morpheus stood at the center, his dark robes flowing like living shadows as he surveyed those gathered. To his left, Lucifer stretched his wings slightly, eyes gleaming with amusement. Death, always composed, stood calmly, waiting for instructions. Desire smirked, leaning lazily against an unseen force. Despair and Delirium stood together, a sharp contrast—one trembling, the other humming an erratic tune. Destiny remained still, as if already knowing the outcome.Constantine held the Rune firmly in her grasp, feeling the raw power surging beneath its surface. She had been trained in magic all her life, but this was unlike anything she had ever encountered. The Rune pulsed, reacting to her touch, almost as if whispering to her.Lu
The King of Dreams Chapter 87
Morpheus stood in the shadows, his arms crossed as he observed Constantine. She was still seated on the floor, the Rune pulsating in her hands, her brows furrowed in concentration. The air around her shimmered with a faint golden hue, the very essence of magic bending to her will. Every now and then, sparks of energy flickered around her fingertips, but she remained focused, breathing deeply, steadying herself.Lucien stepped away from Constantine, satisfied for now with her progress. She turned and almost jolted when she saw Morpheus standing there. His dark eyes held an unusual glint, something bordering on admiration."You are watching her closely," Lucien observed, tilting her head slightly."She is... interesting," Morpheus admitted, his voice smooth yet thoughtful. "I did not expect her to adapt so quickly."Lucien adjusted her glasses. "You underestimate mortals, my lord. Constantine is stubborn, but that stubbornness allows her to adapt. She fights because she must."Morpheus
The King of Dreams Chapter 88
The void room crackled with raw energy as the Endless, Lucifer, and Constantine prepared for their third attempt at training. Unlike the last sessions, something was different—Constantine stood at the center of the space, her body glowing with an ethereal golden light. The Rune pulsed in sync with her heartbeat, its power no longer resisting her. She had become one with it.Morpheus and Lucien watched from a distance, their expressions unreadable. The room, vast and endless, hummed with anticipation. This time, they needed success. This time, failure was not an option.Constantine took a deep breath and lifted her hands, feeling the Rune’s energy coursing through her veins. “Alright, lovebirds, let’s get this right. We’re not here to prance about, we’re here to prepare for war.”Lucifer chuckled, tossing his silver hair back. “A mortal with power, how amusing. Let’s see if you can actually *use* it.”Desire rolled their eyes, crossing their arms. “We all know why we’re here. But tell
The King of Dreams Chapter 89
The void room buzzed with tense anticipation as Morpheus, Lucifer, Constantine, and the Endless siblings stepped inside once more. This was their fourth attempt at training, and failure was no longer an option. The past sessions had ended in chaos, but this time, Lucifer had taken it upon himself to provide a more formidable challenge.With a smirk, Lucifer extended his hand, summoning a swirling mass of darkness. It coiled and twisted, taking the shape of a monstrous, shifting void. The shadowy figure mimicked the Emptiness, tendrils lashing out unpredictably, a presence that exuded pure nothingness."This is as close as we can get to the real thing without being devoured," Lucifer announced. "If we fail again, we might as well hand ourselves over to the abyss."Constantine stood in the center, the Rune now fully attuned to her. It pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat, her eyes glowing faintly with its power. She had spent hours learning to control it, and now it was time to put that
The King of Dreams Chapter 90
The void room was silent now. The training had ended, and for the first time, they had succeeded. Yet, there was no celebration—only the weight of what was still to come. The battle against the Emptiness loomed over them like a shadow, its presence stretching beyond the veil of reality itself.Lucifer stood near the exit of the void room, arms crossed, expression unreadable. His crimson wings shifted slightly, betraying some of the tension he hid beneath his stoic exterior. "Well, this has been an amusing detour," he finally said, his voice laced with dry amusement. "But I believe it’s time I return to my domain. There are matters I must attend to."Death, who had been observing quietly, let out a small sigh. "You’re not running away from this, are you, Morningstar?"Lucifer’s lips curled into a smirk. "Of course not, dear sister. I gave my word, and I intend to keep it. But I must prepare my own forces—Hell has its own battles to fight, after all."Morpheus, who had been standing in
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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.
