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Chapter 8: Nightmares of Memories

Disclaimer: I do not own The Sandman, all right belongs to Neil Gaiman. Netflix show based on the comics Lords of Balance belongs to the DC universe, and Ocs belong to me

Dream stood in the cobblestone as Hettie bowed before him, "Lord Morpheus." she said to him, "Hettie. It's good to see you again." he said to her.

She just smiles, "We have all been so worried my lord. Where have you been?" she asks him, Morpheus just looks at her, "Held captive against my will for over a century." he informs her. Hettie just frowns at him, "I'm sorry for the misfortune, my lord." she said to him.

"It is not your fault, Hettie. But I am in search of my tools, which is why I came to the waking world," he states, she nods at her. "You sound like the Chaos daughter, you do," she spoke.

Morpheus' attention was caught at the mention, "You've seen her?" he asks, Hettie nods her head, "That I have, sweetest girl I ever met. Walks the path of the witch well. Chaos herself would be proud of her." she states.

He lowers his head, remembering his oldest friend, who held a special place in his heart. "It's a downright shame, what the humans did to her," she said with a sigh, Morpheus flicks his eyes back at her.

"Sent her to an asylum when she was just a youngin'. They did all sorts of horrible things to her. Drove her insane." she spoke. Morpheus just looks at her in horror, "Do you know where she is?" he whispers to her.

Hettie just sighs, "Sorry, my lord, but she never stays in one place for long, never felt safe." she spoke. Morpheus nods understanding that feeling. "But she must have a safe place she calls home," he asks.

Hettie just nods, "She did. The Dreaming. The only place she ever called home. The only place she had a haven." she spoke, Morpheus tilts his head at her, "Did?" he asks. Hettie nods again. "She hasn't been to The Dreaming in years, not after the accident," she informs him.

Morpheus frowns as he cast his eyes to his feet, "It was not your fault, my lord. It's human nature to fear the unknown and she is greatly unknown to them." she informs him, and he flicks his eyes back at her. "But she is family to The Dreaming," he said, Hettie nods her head as she remembers the times she crossed paths with the Chaos daughter.

Johanna just leans against the door as she looks out at the Dream Lord, who was speaking with Hettie. Ric exhales as she walks up to her, "Yeah. The duke and duchess are on their way to pick up the princess. Poor thing." she spoke.

Johanna shot a look at her then back to Dream. "She did seem possessed," Ric spoke. Johanna just huffs. "She was. Love fucks you up," she spoke holding that look in her eyes.

Ric grins and shot a look over at Dream. "Your new man is not unfit." she jokes, but Johanna just shook her head. "He's not my man. He's not even a man," she informs her.

Ric shot a look back at him. "When what is he?" she asks, Johanna sighs and pushes herself off the door. "He's Endless," she answers and walks away.

Ric watches her go and closes the doors behind her, Johanna strides up to the two as Hettie just looks at her, "I said the Sandman, and I meant the bleedin' Sandman." she snaps at her.

Then she smiles back at Morpheus, "It's good to have you back, Milord." she said, making him look back at her. "Don't let her mess you about," she said and walks off.

Then Morpheus turns and looks at Johanna. "My Gran used to tell me stories about you lot," she informs him. "I've known your family for centuries," he tells her, Johanna just grins at him. "Then you know there's not one of us that can be trusted," she said wiping her grin away. "What do you want with me?" she questioned.

Morpheus turns to her, "Someone of mine came into your possession. A leather pouch filled with sand. I need it back." he informs her, she was taken back. "Oh, that was yours? Bought it at an estate sale a while back. Didn't manage to get the drawstrings open." she spoke.

"Where is it?" he asks. Johanna tilts her head, "No idea, could be anywhere." she answers. "We must find it," he orders her, Johanna narrows her eyes. "Must we? Why is that?" she questions him. "Because without it, my realm will cease to exist, and if dreams disappear then so will humanity," he informs her.

Johanna just clicks her tongue. "No offense, but... I could do without dreams for a while. Haven't had a decent night's sleep in ages." she said as she went to leave.

"Nor will you," he spoke, stepping in her path. "Until we find the sand." Johanna grins as she took a step back "We must go, now." he orders her.

"What does this approach generally work for you? You just turn yo and order people about?" she questions, "Yes." he answers, keeping a straight face. She just looks at him and inhales. "All right. I'll help you find your sand," she assures him.

"Good," he answers. "First thing tomorrow." she adds, "No." he said right after, "And I work alone. Don't want you and your friend following me all over London." she points out.

Morpheus just looks at her in confusion "My friend?" he asks, and she looks over at the bench. "Is that not your raven?" she asks. He looks over and saw the black raven, parched on the head of the bench, "My Gran said Dream always had a raven." she informs him.

"Not anymore," he spoke, keeping his eyes on the raven, then slowly stepped towards the raven. "Who are you?" he asks, the Raven just looks up at him, a bit nervous. "Tell me your name," he asks again, in a gentle tone. "It's, uh, Matthew, sir," he answers.

Morpheus stops in his strides and frowns at the raven. "Matthew, I've made it clear to Lucienne that I do not require a raven at this time," he informs him. "Yeah, she told me you'd say that." Matthew states as he caws.

"If I need assistance, I will ask for it." Morpheus informs him as Matthew looks past him, "Uh, you do, actually..." he warns with a caw.

Shooting a quick look up at him, "She's getting away. Sir, she..." he cries out, Morpheus turns back and saw Johanna was gone and there was no trace of her left. "See, this... this is why you need a raven," Matthew informs him.

Morpheus just sighs and turns to him. "Go back to the Dreaming, Matthew," he orders him, then turns away and left. Sitting on the roof, Evelynn just watched the whole ordeal as Jessie was parched on her shoulder.

"Wow. That was a shit show going south in a matter of seconds," she spoke, Jessie caws in agreement. "I know. Dream's an idiot. But a handsome one." Evelynn said with a smile.

Jessie blinks and looks at her, Evelynn notices her stare, "What? I'm a woman, I can like who I like." she informs her, Jessie just looks away and bobs her head up and down with a judgmental cackle.

The witch frowns as she looks down at her, seeing Jessie was putting on a show. "Okay, Jess. I get it. I have a creepy obsession with the Dream King." she said aloud.

Jessie stood tall and hops down, cackling to herself. Evelynn looks back as she looks down to where the Dream Lord once stood. Jessie just looks back at her. "I don't know why I'm obsessed with him, just have this feeling, in here..." she presses her hand to her chest.

"That I forgot something. Something important. Like a promise. I just can't remember what it was." she spoke, looking off into the distance as the memory was just there, but it was too fragmented and scattered to piece together.

Evelynn sighs "All I know is, it's connected to the Dream Lord and he's causing these feelings inside me, Constantine has his sands, and we need to get them back." she spoke, pulling her knee up and leaning her chin against it.

Jessie looks back at her and caws at her in question. Evelynn just grins and looks back at her, her pupils glowing "We already have Ethel trying to get the ruby from her son and we're currently tracking Constantine to find the Sand and I know exactly where she is." she spoke, looking over her shoulder, down at the butterflies as two was missing.

~8~8~8~

Dream looks down at the fountain water, looking down at his reflection in the water as he was thinking to himself, but then Matthew flew down and lands on the ledge, looking up at him.

"I'm back." he calls out, Dream looks at him and sighs, "Yes, in spite of my telling you to leave." he reminds him, Matthew just looks up at him. "I... I can't. I... the boss lady said--" Matthew protested.

"Lucienne is not your master." Dream reports him, Matthew just clicks his tongue. "She told me you'd say that too," he grumbles. Dream sighs as he looks away momentarily.

A raven with white eyes flies over and parches herself on a tree nearby and watches them. "Do you know who I am?" Dream asks as he looks back at Matthew.

The raven just tilts his head, "Not entirely, but..." he starts, then sighs to himself. "I don't even know who I am anymore. A couple of hours ago, I apparently died in my sleep, and now I... I'm a bird." he shouts as he was freaking out.

Then held up his wings, "I... I used to have thumbs. Now, I have these things." he shouts. Dream only grins at the statement. Yes. And you must use them to fly back to the Dreaming." he informs him.

The raven in the trees tilts her head at them, "This world is not safe." he warns, Matthew just frowns at him "You think I don't know that? I spent my whole life here. That's why Lucienne sent me to help you." he informs him.

Morpheus just frowns, "My last Raven came here to help me." he spoke with a far-off look. "Yeah? Where's he now?" Matthew questions him. "Her name was Jessamy. She died. Trying to help me." he answers.

Matthew looks at him, momentarily then clicks his tongue. "I'm sorry. Look, let me at least help you find this woman." he offers as there was a sudden shift in the winds that drew Morpheus' attention. "If she's asleep, we've probably got five or six hours before she's on the move again." the raven informs him.

As the other raven looks off into the distance. "If she is asleep, then I know exactly where to find her." the Dream King spoke as he looks down at his raven. But the other flew off before either of them notices her.

~8~8~8~

Morpheus snaps his eyes open and found himself in a hall, the shut door ahead of him as the lights flickering on the other side.

He steps forward, holds his hand out, and opens the door, it burst open as the wind around him spirals out of control.

A portal was opened as Johanna was being dragged towards it, but she began to recite the Latin incantation, catching herself, and stood her ground.

The portal gets caught as it was slowly being forced shut, Morpheus just watches from the door, watching her dream. "Johanna!" Astra calls out, running towards her, drawing the Magic user's attention away from the portal.

"Astra! Astra! Go back, now!" she calls out. As her attention was drawn away, one of the tentacles reaches out and wraps around the child's ankle and drags her forward, "No!" she cries

"Astra! No!" Johanna calls out as she catches hold of her hand. He continues the chant, trying to keep Astra from being dragged through the portal, trying her best to close it.

"Don't let go!" Astra cries out, but more of the tentacles wrapped around her, holding her tight. "Astra! Astra! No!" she calls out again.

But the child screams as she was ripped away from Johanna's grasp, the portal closing as it took Astra along with her. Constantine just fell back and sat on the ground, the horror in her eyes as she looks at what was left in her grasp.

A severed hand.

A severed child's hand.

Astra's hand.

But then a butterfly flew over and lands on Johanna's hand, looked up at her as it glittered with red lights. Then heels click behind her as she places her hand on the magic user's shoulder.

Morpheus froze in shock as the woman wore a shawl. A tarred red shawl and the hood concealed her head. "Humans are such fickle things," she spoke to her. Johanna quickly turns, trying to see her face.

But immediately jumps awake in her apartment. She sat there, panting heavily, and leans against her hand. The memory was still fresh in her mind.

But that passes as soon as she saw the Dream Lord standing in her apartment, looking down at her. She sighs to herself "Oh, for fuck's sake." she mutters then looks back at him "How did you find me?" she questions him.

He steps forward, "You were dreaming." he answers, Johanna just froze. "But it wasn't only a dream, was it? It's a memory." he points out. Johanna frowns at him as she said nothing. "No wonder you do not sleep," he states.

"Maybe I don't deserve to," she informs him, knowing her guilt. "Perhaps not. But I could make it go away." he offers her, and she just tilts her head. "Only if I help you find your sand." she points out.

Dream just frowns at her, "Though, finding anything in this place may require more magic than even you can muster." he spoke, insulting her room.

She narrows her eyes at him for a moment then sighs, "I'll look in the office." she stood to her feet tossing the blanket to the couch, and striding towards him. "Try not to clean up while I'm gone."

"I'm coming with you." he injects, making her look at him. "You have a gift for disappearing." he reminds her, making Johanna just grin at him. "All right. But if the mess in here offends you, wait till you see my office," she spoke and stridden off past him.

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assassinnovice · 2 years ago

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Chapter 6: The Players Set

Disclaimer: I do not own The Sandman, all right belongs to Neil Gaiman. Netflix show based on the comics Lords of Balance belongs to the DC universe, and Ocs belong to me

Walking along the roofs of the London, her arms held out as the woman walks one foot in front of the other. Lost in her thoughts.

She was stripped of her shawl and long-sleeved fingerless gloves, and it lays folded with the book a top of them, her skin was rich with life, and her hazel green eyes kept looking down at her feet placing one in front of the other.

Her arms were covered in tattoos of spiders and butterflies, but her back was exposed as a tattoo of a raven was etched on her lower back. She felt the wind rustle her matted long hair.

She stops for a moment, looking up at the locks that sat in front of her. She took one strain, looking at it then lowers both arms and ran her hands over her hair, the red magic gathers at her hands as she slowly racks them down her hair.

The mats and tangle of hair began soft and silk as it rains down her back like a waterfall of water. Everything that once nested in her dead hair, was dropping from her head and onto the ground, once again rich with life.

She lowers her hands and held them out again, walking a fine line. But a small red light flutters toward her, making her freeze. The butterfly lands on her finger, the woman slowly lowers her hand as she pulls her arm towards her, pressing her fingers towards her cheek the butterfly crawls onto her face, creeping towards her ear, and perches itself onto the shell of her ear.

It began clicking, flicking its antennas, the woman flicks her eyes at the butterfly. "You found it...? where?" she asks. The butterfly clicks again, making the woman tilted her head.

Her eyes narrow as she scoffs with a roll of her eyes, "Typical human selfishness. I wouldn't be surprised of it was tainted or... whatever has been done." she mutters with a finger wave of her hand. The butterfly clicks at her again.

"I know, I know... I'll think of something," she mutters, pressing her knuckles to her lips. "This is something humans cannot be trusted with, too... cruel," she mutters, as she paces. The butterfly clicked... almost hesitantly.

This causes the woman to pause in her pace, her eyes widen with fear as she a memory plays back in her mind, then quickly snaps away as she pulls herself back to reality. "No," she reports.

Feeling her breathing quicken, slowly clutches her trembling fist "I will not... endanger the only place I treasure with human affairs. I can handle this myself." she states and jumps from the ledge. The butterfly clicks at her as she gathers her things.

She ignores the butterfly's statement as she slips her fingerless long gloves on. The butterfly clicks again, triggering her. "NO!" she snaps, her magic flares up, engulfing her body.

The butterfly quickly takes off and hides as the woman gasp, gripping her head as she cries out in pain. Slowly fell to her knees as she chokes on the air she was breathing.

Her breathing quickened as she forces herself to sit up, pulling her hands from her head and holding herself. "You're okay. You're okay. You're okay. You're okay." she said aloud as she rubs her arm and legs. Trying to take deep breaths.

The butterfly peeks out from hiding as it looks at the woman, she took shaky breaths, tears besting up in her eyes as she flared magic began to settle, allowing herself to take that final shaky breath.

Her magic dies down as she relaxes her shoulders, the tears stream down her cheeks as she opens her eyes and looks over, seeing the butterfly looking up at her. "Oh, sweet butterfly," she said softly, holding her hand out to it.

Carefully, it crawls out from its hiding place and flutters into her hand, the woman pulls the butterfly close to her "I'm sorry, I'm not angry at you. I swear, I just..." she spoke, but then pauses as she looks away from a moment, biting her lip.

"I have done nothing but hurt the people I care about, for this power of mine does nothing but dangerous and destructive and I will not hurt the people I call family," she said to the butterfly.

It clicks at her with worry, making the woman sigh at her, "I have to help them, but from a distance where I can't hurt them." she spoke, and the butterfly just looks at her.

The woman exhales then uses her arm and wipes away her tears as she exhales. "I know what I'm doing... so don't worry about me," she swore to the little insect.

It said nothing then flutters up to her shoulder and sinks into her skin, the woman inhales as she felt the ripple of her magic, the woman sat there for a moment then looks down at her stuff and pulls on her other sleeve, removes her book and quickly pulls her shawl on and looks down at the book.

Then grips her hands onto it and pulls them off the ground, as she jumps up onto the ledge, looking down at the very long drop. Then her magic ripple from her shoulder as several butterflies flutter off and hover around her.

She flicks her eyes at them as they were clicking. "Are you sure?" she asks, and they flick at her again. She exhales and nods at them. "Be careful and stay out of the open... it'll rain soon," she warns them.

They just flew away, she looks up at the sky and sighs to herself. "A pity. I would love to see the stars," she mutters then takes a step out and drops from the ledge.

~8~8~8~

Standing on the docks that stretch out to the lake, Lucienne just looks at her King as he was keeping his eyes on the sand in his hand. "Do you think you're quite ready for this, Your Majesty? It has been some time since you've navigated these waters," she asks him.

He flicks his eyes away, "Do you think I've forgotten how?" he questions her, and she shook her head at him. "No, but..." she starts, but just sighs.

He turns to her, "I cannot ask The Fates for help without giving them something in return. There is nothing left to give from The Dreaming. I have together my offerings from the dreams of others." he informs her.

"I understand. It's just that, in your absence, these waters have become darker, treacherous, unsafe," she warns as he turns back and steps forward, the pier creaks under his steps as he kneels at the edge.

Then held up his hand and looks at the sand, "These waters are a part of me as I am of them." he spoke then tipped his hand, "Gregory's sacrifice will not be in vain." he spills the sands into the water.

It sparks with life, lighting his reflection for a moment, then dims. But he notices something strange. His reflection was looking right at him, their eyes were glowing a neon green.

This lures Morpheus to slowly reach out for his reflection, but as his finger was an inch from the waters, a hand shot out, grabbing a hold of him and pulling him under, further down into the lake.

You were right, Lucienne.

The Dreams and Nightmares no longer seem to recognize their master.

Morpheus thrashes and twists in the waters, as everything around him was blurred.

I will remind them and take from them what I require.

Since one meets The Fates at a crossroads,

I find one in the dreams of a Cambodian farmer.

His hand reaches down, gripping the crossroads tightly in his grip and with a few tugs, rips the crossroads from the ground.

The hanged man represents surrender and sacrifice for the greater good.

As he stood the hangman's noose was placed over his head and tightened on his neck.

The gallows come from a young Japanese cinephile, her head full of British films.

The British pulls the lever and the floor was swept underneath Dream's feet and he fell.

As he was viciously pulled by the current and falls down the rabbit hole.

The currents are stronger and faster than I remember.

He smacks and tumbles against the walls of the hole, but he straightens himself out as he braces his fall.

Open my eyes and see what The Fates require.

He stood in a room in a nest with an egg in the hay, but a snake slithers out from the shadows, eyes the egg. But notices him,

A serpent...

It hisses at him menacingly as he slowly kneels before the serpent.

...a symbol of Transformation.

The serpent reels back and lunges at him, but he pulls his coat open and catches the serpent in the void as he shot to his feet.

of life, death, and rebirth.

But he eyes the egg in the nest as it was still pulsing with life, gently he picks up the egg and looks over the multi-colored shell.

I have gathered my offerings.

Now, it is up to The Fates.

~8~8~8~

The King of Dreams stood at the crossroads as the noose hunt in the distance behind him. "I, Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, summon The Fates..." he calls out.

Thunder rumbles in the distance as a woman stood in the shadows before him. "...the Three-Who-Are-One, the One-Who-Is-Three." he spoke.

Thunder roars again as the woman changes with each flash, "The Hecate." he said and three women stood before him, Morpheus lowers his head, bowing to them.

"Morpheus, it's been a while." the Maiden said as she looks him over. He raises his eyes at them. "You look thin, love. Are you eating? Are you hungry?" The Mother asks him.

"He is, but not for food. Look at him. He wants something." the Crone snaps with a grin. He smirks "You have found me out. I do want something." he spoke. The three eyes him.

"I need your help." he said to them, the Crone raised her chin, "Help? Oh, listen to him. Like you helped us against Circe?" she questions him.

"Circe is old business, sister-self." the mother informs her, shooting a side glance at her "And he did being nice stuff." the Maiden reminds them as she grins.

The Crone held her arm out, in demand. Morpheus looks down, reaches into his coat, and slowly pulls out the serpent he captured. The serpent slithers up the Hecate's arm, looking the Mother dead in the eyes.

She grins and looks at him, "You may ask us three questions." she informs him and opens her mouth wide as the serpent slithers down her throat. Morpheus shutters for a moment but kept his composer.

Once the serpent is down the throat. The Maiden closes her mouth, gulps down the serpent, and turns to him. "And get one answer from each of us," she informs him.

He bows his head once more, "Thank you, ladies. My first question. I had a leather pouch filled with sand. Where is it?" he asks them.

The scenery changed as he stood on the streets of London, it poured down rain and people were waking about their night with umbrellas out.

As one stood up, wearing a white coat and an umbrella that concealed her face.

It was sold in London. Last purchased by a magic user called...

The woman raised her Umbrella revealing herself as...

Johanna Constantine.

The Maiden informs him, Morpheus just looks at the woman, as if it was a very familiar face. "Constantine... I knew a Constantine, but that was 300 years ago," he said aloud.

The vision changes back to the crossroads as he looks at the three. "You said lost purchased. Does she still have the sand?" he asks her, Maiden just smiles at him, "Dream, you know better than that. You get one question, one answer." she warns him.

Morpheus just sighs, "My apologizes. My second question." he spoke, Mother just smiles at him. "Go on, dear," she tells him. "My helm. What happened to it?" he asks.

Then Mother changes the scenery, the helm sat in the middle of the summoning circle as a woman was whispering an incantation under her breath.

It was traded away to a demon.

a flash of flames spoke the woman as the helm was gone and a necklace was replaced.

For the Amulet of Protection.

He turns and looks back at the Mother. "To which demon was it traded?" he asks again.

They were pulled back to the crossroads as thunder cracked, "One question, one answer, love." she reminds him. "Last question," he said again. This time, the Crane stood before her sister selfs.

"My ruby, who holds it now?" he asks them, the scene changes back to the night as Ethel held the ruby over her infant son, who was reaching out to the twirling ruby.

Your gem was passed from a mother to a son.

He turns and looks at them, desperate for the location. "Where are they now?" he asks them.

But they laugh at him, "You have asked all your questions." they said to him, Morpheus sighs in defeat. "Shall we still tell him?" The Crone asks with a grin.

Morpheus shot his head up at them, "I don't think we should, sister-self. All he has ever done is bring death to them." the maiden spoke. "Them?" he asks, looking between them "But you forget, sister-self. We still owe her a debt. For she did not hesitate to come to our aid." the mother reminds her.

The crone and maiden sigh in annoyance, "What is this you speak of, Hecate?" Morpheus asks them. The mother just smiles. "Irene Addison was not the last," she spoke.

Morpheus froze in shock, "She had a sister, whose grandmother sent away to the Americas for safekeeping after Irene was taken. The bloodline continued." she informs him.

A spark ignites in Morpheus's chest as he pushes his shoulders back, and the scene changes as it is a dark void of nothingness.

Morpheus looks around as he could hear the faint clicking of heels, he looks ahead and saw someone striding through the void ahead of him.

He began stepping toward the person, getting closer to them. His heart quickens with each breath.

But after the first 26 years, the bloodline came back to Europe as they were in search of something...

Morpheus stood a few feet away, looking at the hooded figure, he could not see her face, but her tarred shawl bore the color red as the hood concealed her head.

He was in awe of the woman standing before him, her back facing him and a very familiar grimoire tucked under her arm.

Or Someone...

The woman came to a stop, turning her head slowly, Morpheus's breath hitched as he froze his face.

Her head turns slightly, her red hair concealed her face as the only thing that showed, peaking through her lock was a singular red glowing pupil as it was looking right at him.

For she is the last daughter of Chaos.

Morpheus felt the air knocked from his lungs as his eyes were locked with hers, then she turned away and took off running.

His heart was leaping as he tries to follow her but she vanished in a shimmer of red. He immediately turns and looks at them, desperate for answers. "Where is she? What's her name? How much of her power has awakened?" he asks them, taking a step forward.

But they just glare at them, "We have answered all your questions and we will answer no more!!" they sneer at them, and with a flash. They were gone and he stood there at the crossroads, his breath caught in his throat. Almost stumbling back as the shock ripples through him.

Another.

There was another.

Hope ripples through him as the swilling tears of joy swell in his eyes, but that hope Immediately turns to dread, remembering each daughter of Chaos, each meeting Death in cruel ways.

"All he has ever done is bring death to them."

The harsh truth.

An undeniable truth.

A tear streams down his cheek, closing his eyes for a moment as he exhales deeply.

His eyes open once he heard Lucienne's footsteps, she walks up and picks up the egg he plucked from a dream. "My Lord, you didn't give it to The Fates," she states as she tries to pull his thoughts from the news he just received.

He composes himself and looks at her, "Because it was not meant for them."

~8~8~8~

It poured rain over the houses of Mystery and Secrets, the multi graves that were dug, one held a pitchfork against the cross with the name Abel across it.

The fresh dirt began to mound a hand reaches out from the dirt and began to pull himself out.

Abel, alive and well pulls himself out of the grave, he exhales shuddering off the dirt from him. But as soon as he looks down and saw something very peculiar and rare.

It was a multi-colored egg placed at the foot of the grave. He picks it up and a bright smile graces his lips as it clicks and hurried to the house.

~8~8~8~

The woman stood on the roof as she listens to Corinthian and Ethel's conversation as the nightmare was having a poor time convincing the old woman to join forces in killing the Dream king.

It irked her, seeing how a creation wanted to kill his creator, the very person that gave him life. She held up her hand, watching as the red chaos magic rippled off her hands.

They wouldn't get far, she was assured of that. Corinthian tries to call her, but that ended with a backlash, the woman vanishes from the roof and appeared inside the room, sitting on a window seal as neither of them seemed to notice her.

But she liked it like that, passing without a trace unknowingly, "Oh, come on, you can't deny the tools have helped you. They've certainly kept you from looking your age." he spoke as he stood in front of her.

"Now who's flirting?" she reports, sipping her drink. The woman flicks her eyes between the two, just listening in the hopes of gaining any information she was seeking.

Ethel grins to herself as she turns away "When I left Roderick, I traded the sand and the helm for my life in America." she informs him as she leans back against the table.

"And the ruby?" Corinthian asks, and the woman flicks her eyes to Ethel. Who seemed to hesitate. "The ruby... As you know, it does have the power to make dreams come true, but it also makes nightmares come true. My son, John, took the ruby away from me, and then the ruby took John." she informs him.

The regret was clear in her eyes, but she hides it as she takes another sip. "Hmm. Well, where is it now?" Corinthian asks her. She ponders for the right answer. "I don't know. Don't want to know," she answers.

Corinthian just smiles to himself "You're lying, Ethel." he spoke, then sighs to himself and removes his glasses. "You don't have to lie. In fact..." he pulls out his knife, looking down at it.

"You don't have to say a word," he said as he turns to her, slowly stepping forward. "You will tell me everything, every thought, every feeling," he said as his teeth and food eyes stared into her human eyes.

Ethel just exhales as she looks up at him, "You will regret this. I promise you." she warns him. The woman in the shadows arches her brow at the smug nightmare. "What makes you say that?" he asks with a scoff.

"I don't need Dream's tools," she spoke, pushing herself off the table and reaching into her shirt, and pulling out the eye of protection. "I have my own." the eye locks onto Corinthian.

He reels back, crying out in pain as his body was being ripped away. Like a ripping tide from the inside out. Ethel steps to the side, watching as Corinthian was torn away from the waking world.

She steps away as she finishes off her drink.

~8~8~8~

Slowly stepping back into the house, Abel held a smile on his face as he peeks into the room. "Brother," he calls out.

Cain stood in front of them, keeping his back facing him, "Thanks for burying me in such a shallow grave this time." he said as he strode over towards the table.

Placing the egg on the pot. "And... for this," he said, Cain turns to him, holding the hot poker he had grilled in the fire, but he notices what his brother was staring at.

"Who gave you an egg?" he asks, walking over towards him, "You did," Abel answers him. "I didn't give you an egg. Why would I give you an egg?" Cain questions him. "As an apologizes for murdering me." Abel answers.

Cain just looked offended, "When have I ever apologized for murdering you?" he questions. Then the egg began to shake as the cracks formed.

Abel's eyes went wide as the egg moved, Cain pulls back as he watches, it wiggles and cracked. "Cain, look!" Abel said with excitement as the egg hatched and reveals a small golden baby gargoyle inside.

It groans, shakes its head, and flutters its eyes. "It's a baby gargoyle," Abel spoke as he was in saw with it. "If he thinks leaving this creature on my doorstep makes up for Gregory..." Cain snaps

"Do you think it came from Lord Morpheus?" Abel asks him as he watches the little guy. "Who else, lackwit? He's trying to buy us off with a baby gargoyle." Cain snaps, "Or he feels just as bad about losing Gregory as we do." Abel injects as Cain looks at the baby gargoyle.

Who looks up at them with big eyes, fussing to himself. "He's rather cute, isn't he?" Cain said with a smile. Abel just nods at him. "I think I'll call him... Irving," he said.

Cain was taken aback, "Irving?" he questions, and the baby just looks at his new dads. "You can't call a gargoyle Irving, you gully-guts," he states as the baby tilts his head. "I like Irving," Abel informs him.

But Cain just groans in frustration as he walks away, the baby just watches him leave and then notices his wings. Stretching them out Abel just waves at him.

"Gargoyle name... always begin with a G," Cain said as he picks up a book and blew off the rust, and opens the book.

"Gormogon, Gladstone, Ganymede..." he lists off as he walks back to them. "All right, then." Abel picks up the baby gargoyle "Griving." he said as he looks at the baby.

The baby just whimpers with joy as Cain just nods his head at him, "Griving?" he questions, closing the book. "It starts with a G." Abel injects.

He immediately puts the baby down as he notices the look in his brother's eyes. "It doesn't have to be Griving. It could be Goldie, Goldie's--" he sputters.

But Cain cuts his off, piercing his throat with the hot poker and rips it out, Abel drops dead on the ground, the blood splattered onto the baby's face. Who was just confused as Cain just walks away?

~8~8~8~

As Ethel steps away to set her cup down, a sound of claps drew her attention sharply to the dark. "Well done, well done indeed. Ethel." the woman calls out as she slowly steps from the shadows.

Ethel stood still seeing a set of legs, "I have heard rumors about the most talented broker with all the arts in the world, but I have never imagined it would be you, Great Stepgrandmother Ethel." she calls out.

The old woman froze at the mention of the name. "Who are you?" she questioned, the waist then appeared as the shawl covered most of her. But Ethel eyes the Grimore under the woman's arm. "Where did you get that?" she questions.

The woman stops for a moment then held the grimoire in both hands, "This old thing? A friend informed me about it. You remember her, don't you? My great aunt Irene Addison." she answers her.

Ethel stiffens at the mention of the name, "After all, she was the put that little thought in your head about... robbing Roderick of the tools he stole from the Dream Lord." she spoke.

The memory shot back as she once sat in the mirror, her reflection smirking at her as the eyes were glowing red.

"That was Irene?" she mutters, the woman chuckles as she steps further into out further. "How did you think you got all this..." she spoke, twirling out as she had her back facing her.

"My family was always... good at inspiring others to the chaotic versions of themselves. And you were a good thief," she spoke, lowering her arms. Ethel steps out again, looking at the woman. "Who are you?" she mutters as a certain news article came to mind.

The woman chuckles, pulling her hand up and removing her hood, revealing her red hair. Ethel shutters as she recognizes the red shade of hair.

Then she slowly turns her head and grins at her, Ethel gasped in shock as she knew exactly. "You..." she whispers. The woman giggles at her. "Evelynn..." she mutters. The woman, named Evelynn tilts her head at her pupils glowing red. "We have so much to talk about you and me, grandmother," she mutters striding towards her.

Ethel held out her eye of protection, but Evelynn frowns as she stood in front of her, "Really? That's the best you got?" she questioned. Ethel just looks at her necklace. "It makes work on a supernatural creature. But I assure you," she said, placing her finger on the necklace "I am very much human." she spoke.

Ethel just looks at her in surprise as Evelynn stood in front of her, "But... Alex, he sent you to a mental hospital in '51." she spoke in shock.

Evelynn pouts a little, "Oh come now, Grandma. Let's call it for what it is. He sent me to an Insane Asylum to shut me up, for two reasons." she spoke with a snarl.

Ethel jumps as she saw the insanity in her eyes, but Evelynn shimmers her shoulders with a smile, a tight lip smile, then steps past her, "One, I accidentally found The Dream Lord and befriended him for a few months, opening my mind to a certain... connection between us." she said, circling her.

Ethel was careful in her breathing "And second, I may or may not have had a tantrum when taken from the Dream Lord, displayed a... familiar set of magic." she said rising her hand as her magic pulses on her hand. "How did you escape? When?" she asks.

Evelynn clicks her tongue. "Oh, no, no, no. that's not how this works, I'm not here to play catch up." she laughs, placing the grimoire down on the island. Ethel eyes the book as Evelynn ran her hand over it.

"I am only here for one thing and one thing," she spoke, eyeing the design on the cover of the book. "You want the ruby, to what? Make your dreams come true?" Ethel.

This only makes Evelynn laughs again, placing her hands over her eyes as he laughs hysterically. "My dreams... my dreams..." she mutters as her laughs broke down into sobs as she leans against the island.

Ethel took a careful step back. "My dreams..." Evelynn mutters as she drags her hand down her face, as she looks from the corner of her eyes, and glares, slightly looking over her shoulder.

She vanishes and reappears in front of Ethel making her jump, Evelynn's hand snaps at her neck, making her gasp. The lights began to flicker as the room shook as she was slowly raised off the ground. "Can't ever come true for I have destroyed any chance to have them," she growls at her.

Ethel gags as she grips her wrist. "And for 54 years, I have only ever thought of one thing, return what has been stolen and Roderick Burgress has stolen what was never his to take," she said, her eyes wide as she tilts her head.

"So I will give you one chance to make this right, Ethel. Give me the ruby and you'll never have to see me again," she tells her, Ethel just looks at her in fear. "I don't... know... where it... is." she chokes.

Evelynn frowns at her darkly pulling her face closer to hers, "Then I suggest you start looking for it." she whispers to her. Ethel just looks at her in fear as Evelynn just smirks "Tik tok. Ethel." she spoke then the lights were out for a moment and snaps back on.

Ethel was back on her feet, gasping as the grip was gone. She pants, looking around the room. Seeing no trace of Evelynn or the grimoire she set down was gone.

She pants, gripping her throat, feeling the tight grip of Evelynn still around her neck, she flicks her eyes away as she looks at the paintings, knowing what she must do.

~8~8~8~

Morpheus walks back onto the pier of the docks, heading towards the edge. "May I ask where you're off to, sire?" Lucienne asks as she trails after him.

"London," he answers, this surprise the librarian. "Did you not just spend the last 100 years there?" she asks. He stops and turns to her.

She held up her hands. "Sorry. Why London?" she asks again, "The sand was sold there. When I have it back, I will seek out my helm. In hell." he answers.

Lucienne just looks at him and sighs, "Oh, dear." she mutters then looks back at him, "Then will you grant me one favor before you go?" she asks him, and he just looks at her. "Take a raven with you," she asks him.

Morpheus just stiffens at the mention of a raven, "No more ravens." he mutters with despair. "If not for you, then for me. A raven can go back and forth between the realms," she spoke as she stood a step forward.

"Keep me informed--" she states, "I do not need a minder. I am Dream of the Endless." he snaps at her, but Lucienne was not fazed. "Yes. And Dream of the Endless always has a raven." she reminds him.

Morpheus frowns to himself. "Jessamy was the last," he spoke quietly, Lucienne flicks her eyes away. "Then what about the last daughter? What are your plans for her?" she asks, looking back at him.

Morpheus stiffen, almost sucking in air. "If she truly is the last of the bloodline, then we must--" she informs, "No," he interjects, Lucienne just looks at him in surprise. "I will not involve the last daughter of Chaos in my affairs. Not ever again," he spoke.

Lucienne just looks at him. "If I may, sir. They all chose to help you, willing and whether you liked it or not. They always seem to find their way to you." she informs him.

The Dream King flicks his eyes back to her. "I will make it my every intention to stay far away from the daughter of Chaos. If it is the last thing I will do." he declares.

Lucienne just frowns at him, "Are you sure that's wise, my lord? She could be a great help in your search." she informs him, he flicks his eyes away, hiding his sorrow. "Not after Irene..." he spoke.

She just sighs at him, folding her arms behind her back, and nods at him, he turns away as the lake began to part. "If this Constantine is anything like her ancestor, she will serve me well enough," he spoke and with a moment of his hands, stairs form before him.

"She is only human," he said and steps down into the void. Lucienne just frowns, "As was Roderick Burgess. The lake closes behind the Dream King as collide with one another, making her sigh. "What could possibly go wrong?"

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