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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.
The King of Dreams Chapter 49
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
The King of Dreams Chapter 50
Morpheus and Death strolled down the street, and Death inquired, "Now that you've found your way, how do you feel?"Morpheus, with a contemplative expression, replied, "It's been a journey, Death. Finding my path brought both challenges and revelations. How about you? How does it feel guiding souls along their own journeys?"Death nodded, "Yeah, discovering your purpose and figuring out how to handle it is a huge relief.""Is Desire still causing trouble, or has he stopped? I heard he got Unity pregnant, and Rose ended up being the Vortex instead of Unity, all because of Desire," Death mentioned.Morpheus was about to answer Death's question when Matthew the Raven interrupted, "Boss, we've got a problem," he said, panting from his flight. Matthew casually addressed Death, saying, "Hey there, how are you doing, beautiful?""Matthew, come on. You do get it, right? I'm Death, like, the end-of-the-line kind of deal. No escaping that fact," Death said with a playful eye roll and a smile.
The King of Dreams Chapter 51
Morpheus, puzzled, observed ominous shadows haunting people's dreams in the real world. Turning to Lucien, he inquired, "What's causing this? Who could be responsible?"Lucien said, "We gotta figure this out quickly, or it might mess up the Dreaming."Morpheus! Morpheus!Morpheus was in a dream when he suddenly heard his name being called. Curious, he began searching through the dreamscape until he discovered that it was Rose who had called out to him.He went immediately into Rose's dream, "What is it?" Morpheus asked.Rose was startled, "Wow, it worked,"Morpheus smiled and asked, "Rose, what is going on?" "Morpheus my brother has been misbehaving like there is this bad character in him, I have never seen before. It started from when he said he was having weird dreams like there were shadows doing something to him," Rose explained."What do you mean by bad character?" Morpheus squeezes his eyes as he stares at Rose."I don't know," Rose looked down trying to figure out the word to
The King of Dreams Chapter 52
Constantine heads straight to the Catholic church and meets up with the nun.“What do you think is going on?” Constantine asked.They both walked along the hall heading to the altar. The Nun faced Constantine and nodded her head in distress. “If I tell you I know then I would be lying.”Immediately she snapped her fingers when she recalled something one of the congregations said on the day they had service.“I believe there was a time, a man said demons were showing up in her dreams but they didn't do anything to him, they were only showing up and going because he is not someone that dreams only sleeps due to mental disability.”“Where can I find him?” Constantine asked.“Uh! He shouldn't be hard to find, he is homeless,” the Nun said and continued, “I think he sleeps in the next street around the corner.”Constantine turned back immediately and shouted, “Thank you.”Constantine ran straight to the next street and found an elderly lady that approached her with a message.“Work togethe
The King of Dreams Chapter 53
In the evening, as Constantine approached her door, she encountered a motionless girl waiting just outside."Hello! How may I assist you? What brings you here?" Constantine leaned forward toward the girl.Constantine laid her hand gently on the girl's shoulder. In an instant, the girl raised her head to meet Constantine's gaze. Her eyes, once ordinary, now glowed entirely black, ablaze with shadows.She gripped a knife tightly, raising it with the intent to stab Constantine.Constantine stumbled, losing her balance, and found herself sprawled on the floor. She scrambled on all fours, desperately crawling away from the approaching girl with a mixture of fear and urgency."I have no intention of causing harm to you, whether you're a girl or whatever entity resides within this child's body," Constantine expressed."Who do you believe yourself to be? Our plans will forever elude your understanding," the girl declared, advancing menacingly toward Constantine.“What plan are you talking abo
The King of Dreams Chapter 54
“Like this,” Matthew looked around as he finished his statement after appearing in the girl's dream. “Boss, why is it so dark here? Is it supposed to be this dark?” He asked, “I can't see anything,” he added.Morpheus fell silent, his thoughts consumed by the urgency of the situation. With determination etched on his face, he delved deeper into the dream realm, scouring the ethereal landscape for any shred of useful information. Suddenly, his attention was drawn to a figure huddled in a corner. Moving swiftly, Morpheus made his way towards the girl, his senses alert for any sign of danger."Boss, where are we headed in this darkness?" asked Matthew."Direct your gaze ahead, and within a faint glow, you'll discover a young girl," he said to Matthew.Matthew glanced in the direction indicated by Morpheus and breathed a sigh of relief. With a swift flutter of wings, he landed on Morpheus's shoulder and inquired, "What's our next move?”“Well! I want you to search around for the shadow wh
The King of Dreams Chapter 55
Matthew the raven flew around in the darkness looking for traces of the shadow, “I simply can't see anything here,” he murmured.As Matthew the raven tiptoed along, his claws clinking softly against the ground, he accidentally kicked an iron can, causing it to clang loudly. He froze, scanning the surroundings to ensure the noise hadn't attracted unwanted attention. When he glanced behind him, a dark shadow loomed ominously, its presence sending a shiver down his feathers.Matthew looked up with a mixture of fear and curiosity, his lips quivering as he greeted, "Hello!”With a bone-chilling voice, the shadow unleashed a haunting shriek, echoing through the darkness, "Haaaaaa.""Boss," Matthew whispered urgently, but as the shadow loomed closer, panic seized him. "Boss!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the darkness. With a flutter of his wings, he darted away, his heart pounding with fear. "Boss, where are you? I need you!”In the dream world, the shadow persisted in its relentles
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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.
