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The King of Dreams chapter 42
Back in the waking world, within the convention hall, Morpheus and Corinthian stood facing each other.Morpheus examined the scar on his hand, the remnant of the earlier knife wound inflicted by Corinthian, and noticed that it was healing spontaneously.Corinthian removed his black glasses, exposing his teeth eye sockets, "If you think I'm going to the Dreaming with you …," His sentence trailed off as he glanced at Morpheus and was interrupted.Morpheus interjected firmly, "You won't be returning," he stated. "I brought you into this world to aid humanity, not to prey upon it," he clarified."Do you understand my motivation?" Corinthian inquired. "I do it to experience the sensation of hunger," he confided, revealing his longing. "And as for you, you're not concerned with humanity. Your priorities revolve solely around yourself, your domain, and your regulations," he accused Morpheus with anger in his voice.Morpheus glared at Corinthian, his anger simmering beneath a calm exterior. H
The King of Dreams chapter 43
Rose and Jed reached the hospital and found Chantel, Zelda, Barbie, Ken, and Hal waiting in the reception area."How is she?" Is she okay?"Rose inquired with genuine concern and urgency.Barbie rushed out of the chair to respond immediately she set eyes on Rose, "I am sure she is fine, but since we are not family so they are not telling us anything," she responded while she was also distracted by her boyfriend chatting with the nurse at the reception desk."So did you know she was pregnant?" Hall asked Rose"Of course she knew," Chantel replied confidently, turning to face Rose. "You were aware of it, weren't you?"Rose found herself at a loss for words, unable to explain the circumstances of Lyta's pregnancy. Instead, she skillfully diverted their attention by introducing her brother, Jed, into the conversation."Everyone, this is Jed.""Jed!" Barbie smiled as she lean forward to greet him."Hi," Chantel greeted.Hey, Jed," Hal greeted.They all expressed their joy at finally seeing
The King of Dreams chapter 44
As Rose relaxed on the bed, fatigue overcame her, and she drifted into an unintended slumber. Her mind became a theater of memories, replaying her journey from the very beginning, from where Morpheus was silently observing her. The hospital room echoed with Lyta's words, "Look for him tonight and end him." Suddenly, Rose found herself transported to the enigmatic realm of dreams.Rose found herself within Hal's dream but was determined to locate Morpheus. Her attention was soon drawn to an exit door, offering a glimmer of hope in her quest.Approaching the door, Rose attempted to open it, but it resisted her efforts, locked securely. Frustration mounting, she decided to use force, pushing against the unyielding barrier. Suddenly, as the door resisted her, the realm of dreams quivered and she found herself inexplicably transported into a different place - the dreamscapes of her friends.Rose saw Chantel who kept telling the same story in her dreams."And this is the story he told. It w
The King of Dreams chapter 45
Unity on the other hand found herself in the realm of dreams library, looking through the book shelves."May I help you?" Lucien asked as she noticed the presence of Unity."Oh, yes, please. I-I'm looking for a book," Unity replied."We have every book written, as well as those yet unwritten," Lucien said.Unity nodded and said, "I wish to explore the story of my life, imagining how things might have unfolded differently.""I have detailed accounts of sleeper's dreams.""No, thank you. I've already had more dreams than I can count," Unity replied, her gaze fixed on the bookshelves. She turned to Lucien and continued, "What I crave now is to read about the life I didn't live."Lucien smiled with confusion, "I'm not entirely sure we have those volumes," She said.Unity's disappointment lingered as she resumed her search amidst the vast collection. "With every book ever written and yet to be written, it has to be here somewhere," she mused aloud, determination in her eyes. Swiftly, her f
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Unity turned to Morpheus, "I am Rose's great-grandmother," She stretched out her life book. "And according to this book, I was meant to be the Vortex of this age," She explained. "But because you were imprisoned and locked out of the Dreaming, that fate was passed down to my descendants.""I don't understand," Morpheus looked confused.Unity let out a derisive chuckle. "You're not the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?" she remarked, her gaze shifting to Rose. "Come closer, Rose." With a gentle touch, she held Rose's hand and continued, "I need you to dig deep within yourself and share whatever it is that makes you the Vortex.""But h-how?""You're dreaming, darling. Anything is possible."Rose reached for her chest, retrieving a black glass object shaped like a crimson heart - known as the Heart of Vortex. As she held it in her hand, the surrounding energy dissipated, replaced by the mysterious power emanating from the Vortex Heart.Lucien and Morpheus exchanged incredulous glances
The King of Dreams chapter 47
Morpheus made his way directly to a grand castle, a place that served as his gallery. Inside a dimly lit chamber, he stood before an empty, glassless mirror. With determination in his eyes, he reached for a black heart-shaped object, murmuring, "Desire." Holding the symbol of his brother, he gazed at it intently and spoke, "I stand in my gallery, clutching your sigil. Speak to me."An image materialized on the object Morpheus held, revealing the countenance of the man with golden eyes — "Desire," Morpheus's brother."Why, sweet Dream. This is unexpected," Desire's reflection smiled, a hint of amusement in their eyes. "Almost an event, one might say.""Good," Morpheus responded. "I'm coming through."Out of surprise Desire raised his brows, "You are?" He asked. "But of course," he smiled and continued, "You know you're always welcome in my chambers." The moment Desire finished speaking, Morpheus materialized within Desire's chamber, moving with deliberate, unhurried steps toward his l
The King of Dreams chapter 48
In the depths of hell, Mazikeen entered Lucifer's chamber, seeking his presence. "Your Majesty?" Her voice echoed through the room as she called out for him.In the corner of his room, Mazikeen spotted Lucifer donned in a striking red dress, wings unfurled majestically."Do you need assistance getting dressed?" Mazikeen inquired. "We have a lineup of demon battles scheduled for your entertainment," she added with a sly smile."I can think of nothing I'd enjoy less," Lucifer said softly.Mazikeen moved closer, "In which case Lord Azazel would like a word.""Except that," Lucifer said with a disgusting expression on his face."I shall brief you, Your Majesty," Azazel materialized in Lucifer's chamber, causing both Lucifer and Mazikeen to startle. Azazel's form shifted like a shadow, revealing different faces in the process.Lucifer swiftly turned toward Azazel. "Azazel, how likely you are to show up without an invitation never ceases to amaze me," he remarked with a touch of annoyance.
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Morpheus was quietly exploring the library when Lucien interrupted him, saying, "My Lord, your ex-wife, Knowledge, is asking to see you." Knowledge had been captured by a human named 'Daniel.'Morpheus wondered, "What does she want now? Why can't she get out of the prison on her own?" He felt frustrated and puzzled about the reasons behind her inability to escape without assistance.Lucien suggested that humans might have used a magical way to capture knowledge, similar to how Magnus did. She urged, "My Lord, she might really need your help urgently."Morpheus took a brief break and said, "Very well, I will be back." Then, he vanished.Morpheus entered the room where Knowledge was captured and questioned, "When will this person release you from this prison? Haven't they learned enough already?" Morpheus seemed curious about the duration of Knowledge's captivity.Knowledge, clad in pure white attire, her long hair flowing and her skin as pale as snow, was taken aback as Morpheus appeare
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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
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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.
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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
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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,
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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
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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
