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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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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
