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The King of Dreams chapter 34
Gilbert observed Rose intently as he shared his intriguing perspective on humanity. "What truly fascinates me about people," he began, "is how so many of them seem to seek reasons to be unhappy. Curiously, it's often when they find themselves entangled in their self-made misery that they appear to discover a peculiar sense of contentment."Concerned that his musings might be uninteresting to Rose, Gilbert paused and asked with a hint of uncertainty, "I hope I'm not boring you?""Not at all," Rose waved her hand.Gilbert continued driving, his thoughts flowing like a river. "Ah, I'm glad you're okay with paradoxes; Chesterton loved them too. Let's consider charity, for instance," he mused, keeping his eyes on the road. "Charity often involves either forgiving an unpardonable act or embracing an unlovable person. And then there's love, a real gem. To love is easy when it's directed at the lovable, but true love arises when we can forgive the unforgivable. Faith demands believing the unb
The King of Dreams Chapter 35
[Cell phone ringing!]Startled, Rose awoke with a jump as her dream's remnants faded. She swiftly answered her ringing phone, her concern evident in her voice. "Hello, are you alright?" she inquired.Tears streamed down Lyta's face as her voice trembled, "Hector... he's gone.""I understand. Are you alright?" Rose inquired, her tone laced with concern. "I mean, physically. Is everything... well?""I'm still pregnant," Lyta replied. "That's good, right?" Rose asked. "He said he would take the baby," Lyta's voice trembling. "He won't," Rose replied, her tone resolute. "He won't trouble you or me anymore. I give you my word," she declared with unwavering conviction."Arrived," Gilbert gestured, guiding the vehicle into the vacant hotel parking space."We've arrived at the hotel with Gilbert," Rose informed. "We'll retrieve Jed swiftly and return immediately, alright?""Okay," Lyta replied silently. "I see you in a few hours," Rose said and hung up the call."Is she alright?" Gilbert a
The King of Dreams chapter 36
Rose and Gilbert split up in the lobby, each determined to search for Jed. Gilbert proceeded down the hallway, offering polite nods of greeting to everyone he passed by.Spotting a sign that read 'Make it Pay,' his curiosity was piqued, and he was eager to uncover its meaning.In one of the convention hall's corners, Gilbert observed a gathering of individuals engrossed in conversation. Stealthily positioned, he discreetly tuned in to their dialogues, intrigued by the discussions taking place among the group.The choir boy: Even 10Gs per victim identified isn't too much to ask. It's crucial to remember is that they will pay to know for certain. Even if the cops don't go with it, families surely will.The Choir Boy 2: Revolves around a compelling mission to prolong the flame of hope. Your objective? Extract evidence of the trophy's existence, for which a monetary reward awaits. While it might not be a fortune, the compensation typically ranges in the ballpark of a few thousand dollars,
The King of Dreams chapter 37
Walking up to the receptionist's desk, Rose greeted with a polite smile. "Hello, I'm here searching for my younger brother," she explained to the receptionist, her tone both concerned and hopeful. "I was wondering if you might have come across him during your time here?" Her inquiry was gentle and filled with anticipation.Rose presented the flyer to the receptionist, who quickly scanned its contents, including her name and contact details. A smile brightened the receptionist's face as she looked up. "You must be Rose Walker," she said, recognizing Rose from the information on the flyer."Indeed, I am," Rose confirmed, her expression a mixture of confirmation and puzzlement. "Why?" she inquired, clearly taken aback and seeking further clarification.The receptionist retrieved a key card from her desk. "Your reserved room is ready, here is your key card" she said, extending it to Rose."My room key?" Rose inquired, her expression one of bewilderment."Mmm-hmmm," the receptionist replie
The King of Dreams chapter 38
Swiftly traversing the Dream realm's grand library, Morpheus called out urgently, his voice echoing through the vast expanse, "Lucien!"Emerging from the shadows behind Morpheus, Lucien stepped forward. "My Lord," her voice carried urgency as she sought his attention. Morpheus turned towards her, his gaze fixing upon her with curiosity. "There is an urgent matter I need to discuss," Lucien stated, her words propelled by a sense of haste as she approached Morpheus.Interrupting gently, Morpheus interjected, "I'm here to listen," he reassured in a calm tone. "However, before we proceed, I need to acknowledge that you were correct," Morpheus conceded.Upon hearing this revelation, Lucien was taken aback by Morpheus' unexpected admission. Her gaze fixated on him, a mix of surprise and curiosity painting her expression."It was the Vortex that caused the harm to our realm, and I made a mistake by endangering our safety, hoping she could locate the lost Arcana," Morpheus admitted to Lucien.
The King of Dreams chapter 39
Wandering down the hotel corridor, Rose scanned the room numbers, searching for her destination. Her steps came to a halt as she reached the door marked 107, denoting it as the Junior Suite she was seeking. She gently rapped on the door, calling out, "Hello?" Her voice hung in the air, waiting for a response, but the room remained silent.Inserting her key card into the door, Rose cautiously pushed it open, allowing just half of her body to enter the room. "Hello?" she called out, her voice echoing in the silence.Rose's gaze swept across the room as her body straddled the threshold, poised halfway in and halfway out. Her eyes landed on a small table adorned with a plate of chicken wings and a glass of juice. A tremor of hope rippled through her. "Jed?" She called out, her voice tinged with anticipation and concern, her heart pounding in her chest.From the far end of the hall, Jed caught a faint echo of his sister's voice. "Rose?" He called out, a hint of uncertainty in his tone, nee
The King of Dreams chapter 40
"And you are the Vortex," Corinthian smiled.Rose locked eyes with Corinthian through his dark sunglasses and issued a stern warning, "If you're aware of that, then you must know that Morpheus is keeping a close watch on me.""Do you believe he's watching over you to ensure your safety?" Corinthian posed the question, his tone rhetorical. He then stated firmly, "He's observing you because the moment you close your eyes and begin to unravel the barriers between people's dreams, he intends to end you," Corinthian persuaded Rose with unwavering conviction.Corinthian's words left Rose utterly convinced, rendering her speechless."But imagine if someone shielded you, prevented him from ending you," Corinthian pressed on, his words weaving a persuasive spell around Rose. "In that scenario, you would become the heart of the Dreaming," he continued to reassure her. "Morpheus would lose his powers, and I would find my freedom," he concluded, his voice carrying a soft, reassuring smile.As Ros
The King of Dreams chapter 41
Corinthian reached his destination and took a seat among the members of the cult family gathered in the convention hall. He attentively listened to Nimrod, who stood at the front, addressing the assembly."Our guest of honor's presence here tonight serves as undeniable proof, at least in my eyes, that dreams can indeed come true," Nimrod addressed the gathering."In his lifetime, he has become a legend and an inspiration to all of us. He's among the pioneers and the finest in his field," Nimrod proclaimed, honoring their esteemed guest. He then raised his voice, addressing the assembled members of the Cult Family. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the Corinthian!" His words rang out through the microphone, marking the Corinthian's welcome to address the gathering.[Audience cheering].Corinthian walked up to take over the microphone from Nimrod by addressing the audience and assisted at his back was The Good Doctor, who also left after Corinthian was settled standing in front o
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Morpheus stood at the gates of the Dreaming, his long cloak billowing slightly in the ethereal wind. Perched upon his shoulder, Matthew the Raven flapped his wings restlessly, sensing the weight of the journey ahead. The decision had been made—Morpheus would go to Hell.“You sure about this, boss?” Matthew asked, cocking his head. “I mean, it’s not exactly a friendly place.”Morpheus remained silent for a moment, his piercing gaze fixed on the horizon. “Lucifer may hold the answers we need. The emptiness is unlike anything I have encountered before, and if there is one being who understands the absence of hope, it is he.”Matthew sighed, shaking his feathers. “Well, I guess if we’re doing this, we might as well do it quickly. No offense, but Hell ain’t exactly my vacation spot.”With a simple motion of his hand, Morpheus called upon the shadows, and within seconds, they were engulfed in darkness. When the void lifted, they stood at the gates of Hell.Before them loomed the colossal ir
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The echoes of Death’s departure had barely faded when Lucien stepped out from the shadows of the grand hall. Her appearance was deliberate, her expression as serious as it had ever been. She approached Morpheus slowly, the faint sound of her footsteps swallowed by the vastness of the Dreaming’s palace.Morpheus, still deep in thought, did not turn to greet her immediately. He stood by one of the massive windows overlooking the surreal and ever-shifting landscapes of his realm, his back straight and his gaze distant.“She is gone,” Lucien finally said, her voice soft yet firm.Morpheus turned slightly, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the Dreaming. “She is. And she has confirmed what we feared—the emptiness is not a mindless force. It reacts, evades, and perhaps even fears. But why does it avoids her…” He paused, his words trailing off.“That,” Lucien said, stepping closer, “is something I believe I can explain.”Morpheus turned fully to face her now, his dark eyes narrowing
Chapter 68
Death’s domain was quiet and solemn, a place of peace rather than sorrow. Unlike her siblings' realms, it did not weigh heavily on those who entered. The air was still, imbued with a sense of finality and closure. Death sat on a simple bench under a lone tree, a notebook resting on her lap. She absentmindedly scribbled her thoughts, her mind preoccupied with the chaos that had overtaken existence.The situation was growing dire. The emptiness—a force that defied comprehension—was not only corrupting dreams and waking lives but was also interfering with her work. Souls she collected were incomplete, their essence hollowed out as if some vital part had been stripped away. It troubled her deeply.For a moment, she paused, tapping her pen against her notebook. She gazed out at the horizon of her domain, where faint whispers of departing souls lingered.“This isn’t right,” she muttered. “It’s never been like this.”A summons tugged at her consciousness. Another soul required her presence.
Chapter 66
Despair entered her gray and shadowy domain, the oppressive atmosphere weighing down her already burdened shoulders. The walls of her palace were adorned with rusted mirrors and remnants of forgotten sorrows, each reflecting the emptiness of the souls she represented. She sat on a low stool, her barbed hook clutched in her trembling hands, as Desire followed behind, their golden eyes scanning the room with a mixture of boredom and unease.“This is a bad idea,” Despair muttered, her voice low and rasping. “A terrible idea.”Desire sighed dramatically, leaning against one of the crooked pillars. “Tell me something I don’t already know, sister. Dream has always been reckless, always so full of himself. This is just another one of his grandiose schemes to make himself the hero.”Despair shook her head, her fingers gripping the hook tighter. “It’s not just recklessness. It’s desperation. He’s asking us to risk everything. To pour out the very essence of who we are. What if it doesn’t work?
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
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
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,
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
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
