“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
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
"So, what happened?" Constantine asked, her voice tinged with anxiety.With his arms folded behind his back, Morpheus began to recount the events, "It appears the shadows are merely inhabiting the host body, utilizing it as a vessel to carry out their nefarious deeds, which ultimately culminate in the destruction of the waking world," he explained, placing particular emphasis on the phrase, "Your world.”"It's not unusual for demons to harbor destructive intentions towards the world, but what we need to ascertain is the method, timing, and identity of their superior," Constantine remarked thoughtfully. She then posed the question, "Could it possibly be Lucifer behind all of this?” Morpheus released a sigh and gently lowered his arms, turning away from Constantine. "Lucifer is not involved in this matter," he stated, before facing Constantine once more. "Furthermore, I am going to meet with him immediately," he added decisively."Alright then, while that's being taken care of, I'll go
"You know, I think I deserve a say in where I end up. Teleporting me around without asking is a bit rude, don't you think?" Mathew the raven quipped, a hint of playful annoyance in his tone, as he conversed with Morpheus."Are you implying that you're afraid to accompany me to Hell?" Morpheus glanced back at Matthew, arching an eyebrow inquisitively."Negative," Matthew retorted sharply. "My purpose here is to ensure your safety and inform Lucien of your current location," he clarified.“Okay,” Morpheus responded.Morpheus and Matthew stood by the gate after the souls had entered."At the gate stands one... Oh, it's you again, King of Dreams," the Demon exclaimed, surprised by Morpheus's presence."It's good that you remembered," Morpheus said, his expression turning into a frown.The demon, with a sinister grin, swung open the imposing gates, granting passage to Morpheus and his faithful raven companion. They strode purposefully through the gateway, their determination palpable in th
The ruler of dreams, Morpheus, approached his throne and reached out to retrieve his helmet from its resting place. "My Lord, you are coming back, aren't you?" His second in command, Lucien, enquired with worry. "Why wouldn't I return, Lucien?" Morpheus replied as he placed the helmet on his head. "I don't know. It's just that a being as powerful as you, residing here in your realm, dreams rarely ventures into the waking world. Nightmares, however, seem to flourish there." Morpheus then produced his sand and disappeared into nothingness. Emerging from the shadows, Morpheus stepped forward and spoke in a hushed voice. "Corinthians, my works still exist only in dreams. They shouldn't roam among the living while enjoying the demise of mortals." He stood up, Corinth. "Wasn't this the reason you created me? Why should we limit ourselves to their unconscious minds?" He continued, "There is nothing stopping us from taking whoever or whatever we desire," but as Corinthians' knife slipped
The following evening, after a party at Magnus' house, there were no guards available to watch over Morpheus. Alex volunteered to keep an eye on the captive deity. He ascended the stairs with determination and entered the room where Morpheus was imprisoned.In the darkened chamber, Morpheus sat within the sphere, his head lifted. As Alex approached the door, he called out, breaking the silence. "Hello," he greeted, stepping closer to Morpheus. "It's Alex, the son of Magnus," he introduced himself, hoping to establish a connection with the enigmatic figure before him.Uncertain of Morpheus' ability to communicate or comprehend, Alex expressed his concerns. "You see, I don't know if you can speak or understand me, but I just wanted to ask: Are you alright in there?" As Alex anxiously awaited a response, Morpheus, driven by a mix of annoyance and anger, turned his head towards him.Alex paused, contemplating the situation before speaking to Morpheus. "No, of course, you are not," he ack
Alex heard the sound of glass breaking from a distance and hurried inside at the sound. When he heard a woman sobbing and saw Magnus storming out of a room, he quickly hid.Concerned, Alex entered the room and inquired about the cause of distress. Through tears, the woman replied, "I'm going to have a baby." Alex's face lit up with joy, and he exclaimed, "Ethel, that's wonderful news!" He smiled warmly and offered his heartfelt congratulations.Sniffling, Ethel shared, "He wants me to get rid of it. In fact, he's calling the doctor right now." Her words were filled with sadness.Alex offered a gentle presence, comforting Ethel in her distress. She glanced at him, her expression softening. "I will be fine," she said, managing a smile amidst her tears.Late at night, Ethel swiftly packed her belongings and stepped into the waiting car, driving away from the scene.Upon entering his room, Magnus immediately noticed the absence of Morpheus' vestments. It dawned on him that Ethel had taken
With a hint of regret in their voice, Alex's elder self said to Morpheus, "I could have sought after wealth or power, just like my father did." Alex said, "But all I ever wanted was to be free from your grip," with a broken heart."Alex, my dear," Paul cried as Alex sat down in a wheelchair, his hands firmly holding the device. Alex asked Paul to "please take me upstairs."As the wheelchair glided steadily across the circle, it left a visible line, shattering the once unbroken formation. Paul halted momentarily, casting a backward glance at the disrupted circle, realizing its demise. Then, his gaze shifted upward to meet Morpheus', acknowledging him with a nod and a smile, before departing from the room.Morpheus observed the broken circle, a sense of relief washing over him. Leaning forward, he directed his attention towards the guards stationed nearby. "Our Dracula still remains tight-lipped," remarked the female guard, engrossed in her novel. Curiosity piqued, the male guard inquir