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𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝐷𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐸𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑥 𝐹!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚: 𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑚𝑎𝑛

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑠, 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑛𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑔𝑦𝑛𝑦 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑖𝑡

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑, 𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑? 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑? 𝑂𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦

𝐺𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜 @/𝑘𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑠𝑤𝑟𝑙𝑑. 𝐵𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒.

The young woman's mind screamed at her, warning her of the danger she would face if caught doing this, alas, her desire to know of the secrets her Father's cellar held was far too great. She grew up hearing the whispers of the entity held imprisoned by her Father, Roderick Burgess. She had always wished to venture downstairs to catch a glimpse of the entity they all spoke of but her Father forbade her from doing so.

Roderick never cared much for his daughter, never really wanting a daughter in the first place, that feeling grew much stronger after her elder Brother, Randell Burgess, passed away. He treated her more of a housemaid than daughter ever since that tragic day, only conversing with her if he needed anything or if chores needed to be done, when she suggested helping Roderick with the Order, he snapped, screaming about how he forbids her from ever interacting with magic or the Order. She never once brought up the subject again, fearing another scolding. Y/N's only source of love and friendship came from Alex, her second eldest Brother and Miss Ethel Cripps, with Ethel treating her more like a daughter than her Father ever did. Although her relationship with her Father was... Less than ideal, she always did admire his love for magic and the forbidden, she found the subject utterly fascinating! Secretly wanting and wishing to seek out and learn of these arts.

Which is why she was in her current predicament, she vividly remembers of the night Roderick summoned the being.

"The chanting was loudly pounding in her ears, there was a chill in the air, her heart was racing from anxiety, the display of dark magic surrounded her. The little girl was fascinated as well as fearful of the ritual taking place, this ritual was the summoning of Death. To summon and bind Death to the mortal realm and force him to bring Randell back from the grave. Chants and cries somehow growing louder every passing minute as the ritual goes on, her eyes darted around the room, waiting, watching the others cast their spell, her Father at the head of the circle, passionately crying out the chants in a language she did not know, their crying echoed in the cellar, getting louder, almost screaming out. When suddenly..! A ball of light appeared in the binding circle, the young girl looked on with navie curiosity, within this light a dark mist of sorts appears at the center twisting and turning almost angrily as the spell continued onward. The light quickly turned into total darkness, an inky blackness taking a twisted form when all of a sudden a figure drops from the darkness onto the cold hard ground.

All was silent, the chanting no longer present, no one dared to speak as they stared in trepidation, the young girl eye's widen as she too stared at the dark figure, the spell.... It worked. Her Father did the impossible, he had summoned Death! No man has ever achieved such a feat! As Death laid there unmoving at their feet, the Order soon began to speak in hushed whispers as they still stared in awe of their accomplishment. Death was draped in a pure black cloak and wore the most usual helm, no scythe in sight like she was led to believe from old books in the library. Roderick called for Alex to take the possessions of Death off his person, first was a brown leather pouch filled with... Sand? Seemly nothing special, just ordinary sand, next was a stunning ruby necklace, it seemed to glistened under the only light in the cellar, before taking hold of the final object, his helm, Roderick reached forward and striped Death of his cloak, the moment that cloak was striped away the young girl quickly shut her eyes and turned her back towards him, fearing what might happen if she even glanced at Death. Roderick now equipped with the objects of Death, left the cellar, son and daughter by his side, that was the last time she ever set foot in the cellar.

Until now.

As she grew, she learned that the divine being in her Father's cellar was in fact not Death but someone else entirely, they say he is just as powerful and dangerous as Death himself. Her desire to sneak off into the cellar grew ten fold when she learned of this. Watching the entrance of the cellar closely and as soon as she saw the guards leave, she took her chance, hastily slipping in and stepping down the stairs knowing a new shift will be coming down soon. But she had to do this, she needed to do this, she couldn't explain it, she... Felt a tug in her soul, like a calling of her name, she certainly could be imagining all this in her own mind, after all she grew up surrounded with magic, witchcraft and other dark forbidden arts, that alone could easily trick someone into feeling this sort of way.

Nonetheless as she raced down the cold steps, her heart raced in anticipation, her hands were in agitation. What form of being could possibly be imprisoned here? If not Death... Then who? Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she took a shaky breathe as she slowly raised her head up to finally gaze at the being her Father captured all those years ago. She gasped as her eyes set on a...Man? He simply sat inside a glass sphere of some sorts, this man he was... Beautiful, beautiful too poor a word to describe him, he was...well...Divine, he had to be angel, there was no question about it, slowly approaching this angel, his eyes stared into hers not once breaking contact, carefully watching her every move like a predator watches their prey.

She stopped just outside the binding circle, now face to face with the angel trapped in glass, she could study him more in depth, immediately noticing his lack of any sort of clothing, her face felt warm at the realization yet not daring to rip her gaze from his, continuing to study his handsome features, he had dark wild hair, porcelain like skin, pink lips, a strong yet soft face, she easily could compare it to the marble statues in museums, Yet... the thing that captured her attention the most was his eyes. Oh his eyes... His eyes were bright and sparkled in a way that it was like looking up into the night sky, completely shallowed in darkness, only the stars shining the way. Others may have saw a creature, a monster locked away even but that is not what she saw, she saw a man so beautiful so ethereal that could not believe he was right in front of her, almost as if.... He came from a dream.

The man held his strong stare at the mortal in front of him, she shivered under his intense star filled stare, she felt as if his eyes were piercing into her very soul, eyes bewitching body and soul alike. She slowly reach out and ever so gently placed her hand on the glass, the man blinked in confusion for a moment but then slowly did the same as she. Her mind wandered as she looked onward at their hands, what would it be like to be touched by him? Would he be gentle or rough? She imagined his hands interlocking with hers, would his hands be as soft as they looked? Her eyes wandering back to his face, eyes now resting on his lips... What would his lips feel like pressed against hers? Briefly she pictured his lips gently brushing against hers, smirking as he teased her before kissing her deeply. The very thought of such actions had her breathless and weak kneed.

A sudden movement within the sphere broken her out of her daydream, the man seemed to have moved closer to her as best as he could despite the restriction, his nose barely touching the glass, hand still against hers, his eyes were... Different somehow yet still very intense but... There was something else.. Did he too have the same thoughts as his eyes scanned over her? Did he also picture their lips in a passionate kiss? She shivered at the thought, this did not go unnoticed by him, placing other hand on the glass still staring intensely. As she began to lean in, mirroring the man's actions, it all came to a stop when she heard a familiar voice shout out.

"Y/N!" She jumped at the sound of her name being shouted, quickly spinning around to see her Father storming towards her.

"Father i-!" Was all the young woman could get out before Roderick struck at her with his cane causing her to collapse and cried out in pain.

"ARE YOU MAD WOMAN? DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE COULD DO IF HE WERE TO ESCAPE?" He struck again, again and again, with each hit skin split, blood spilled and bones broke, her cries and screams of pain and misery echoed in the cold cellar, all while Roderick was beating at his daughter as she helplessly laid on the ground, the man in the glass watched in repugnance, how could such a man do this to their own flesh and blood? Their beloved child, the one they promised to care for and protect, the one they should love and cherish with all that they are, his heart broke for the young woman, wishing he could help her, to end the pain that her very own Father was inflecting but sadly..he could not, he could only watch as the horrific scene played out before him.

Roderick grabbed at her hair, forcing her onto her knees, facing her towards the other man, he could see her clearly now, blood and tears falling down her face onto her silk nightgown, eyes struggling to stay open as she looked at him, trapped within the sphere all he could do was offer a look of sympathy towards her "Dream of the Endless! I offer her to you!" Dream's attention drawn now onto Roderick "I have no use for this girl, if you give my son back, she will be yours to take" Dream stared at the elder man, he would sacrifice one child to bring another back? How could a parent be so heartless? To put so much pain and anguish onto his daughter, her only sin of being born. He felt a deep anger inside of him, he is a prisoner in amateur mage's cellar, stripped bare of everything he had, forced to stay in the mortal realm while his kingdom was in dire need, Roderick, demanding each day to bring his son back has the audacity to sacrifice his own daughter like she nothing more than animal. All of this enraged the King of Dreams however.. despite this, he did not speak.

"DID YOU NOT HEAR ME? I AM OFFERING HER TO YOU, TAKE HER" the elder man screamed, but ever still, no words were spoken from Dream.

"Father... Please.." The young woman whimpered, pain obviously laced her voice, at her plead he released her hair causing her to fall back onto the floor, too weak to hold herself up without support. The old man walked away in a huff, calling for the guards to come take his daughter away.

As her bloody body was lifted from the floor, her eyes once again set on the man trapped in glass, before consciousness took her she uttered a single word "Dream"

#first time writing something like this #hope everyone likes it!#the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x reader #message from the clergy #art from the clergy #artists on tumblr #the creature bit was taken from toms interview #felt inspired to mske this for awhile #his character is just so good how could i not?#hate the whole show tho expect for three characters lol #anyway like i said first time writing a fanfic!

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