Chapter 84 Into the Realm of Dreams
“Yes, he might not welcome me,” Lucifer said, his voice low, almost a rumble, commanding attention. “But I am Lucifer Morningstar the King of Hell. There isn’t a dream in existence I cannot enter.”
Morgana’s eyes widened, a shiver running down her spine. “How… Master?” she whispered, her fingers curling around the edge of her cloak as if it could shield her from his power.
Lucifer lifted his hand slowly, deliberately. A single drop of water appeared, suspended midair, glimmering like a tiny galaxy trapped in crystal. He held it up, letting it catch the light. “This,” he said, his voice softer now, almost reverent, “is the tear of my sister, the Nature. She gave it willingly. It is the key to her dreams her soul’s doorway.”
Morgana swallowed hard, her throat tight. Her gaze flicked from the drop to Lucifer’s face. “And if she refuses?”
The faintest smirk curved his lips, playful yet dangerous, like a shadow moving just out of reach. “Then I will make her willing,” he said, each word measured, deliberate.
Morgana’s shoulders stiffened. Her gaze sharpened, full of hesitation and worry. “Should I… follow you, boss? You know how… if Dreams’ brother catches you”
“He will demand a sacrifice,” Lucifer cut in, voice hardening, cutting through the tension like steel. “But he won’t catch me. Not this time.”
Morgana blinked, doubt flickering across her face. “You said that before.”
Lucifer’s eyes flared, a dangerous light reflecting off the darkness within them. “And I am still Lucifer,” he said, the edges of his smirk curling with unspoken promise. “Guide Selena until I return.”
He paused, tilting his head with that teasing arrogance that always made Morgana’s heart skip, whether she wanted it to or not. “Oooh… by the way,” he added casually, voice dropping to a teasing purr, “Aradia visited Hell.”
Morgana’s breath hitched, her body freezing mid-step. Her jaw tightened instinctively. Aradia their half-sister, the Spirit of Seduction was known for her beauty, her cunning, and the fire that always followed her. A wave of anger, sharp and bitter, ignited in Morgana’s chest. She could almost feel the heat of it crawling up her neck, curling her fists.
Lucifer caught the flicker of emotion on Morgana’s face and allowed himself a slow, satisfied smirk. The fire burning between the two sisters it was volatile, unpredictable, and beautiful in its chaos.
Without another word, he vanished. The world around him rippled, shadows stretching and bending as he slipped into the dreamscape. Dorcas’ tear, clutched tightly in his hand, pulsed with a gentle rhythm, like the heartbeat of the sleeping world. It guided him through a haze of mist, silver and pale, winding through countless slumbering minds.
He arrived at Dorcas’ dream quietly, each step almost reverent, as if the air itself would shatter under his presence. Luminous greenery swayed without wind, streams shimmered with their own inner light, and flowers tilted their faces toward him, curious. A temptation rose within him to wander, to peer into the hidden corners of his sister’s subconscious. But he shook it off. Dorcas was untouchable, sacred. Her dreams were hers alone.
Lucifer drew a slow, controlled breath, the tension of restraint passing through him like fire, and turned toward another door. This one was darker, heavier, cloaked in shadows that writhed as if alive the threshold to Michael’s dream.
His coat billowed with each step, a silent whisper against the dream’s stillness. The air thickened around him, damp and electric, carrying the faint smell of ozone and ash. Shadows reached for him, curling along the ground, twisting as he approached. With each step, the world seemed to recoil, brittle and tense beneath his presence.
He placed a hand on the massive wooden door, its surface rough and alive with age. His fingers itched to push it open, but a voice stopped him, smooth, sharp, mocking, cutting through the silence like a blade.
“Hello, brother.”
Lucifer’s lips curved into a slow, deliberate smile. He didn’t need to see him; the voice alone carried the weight of recognition, the cadence unmistakable. Dreams.
“I can’t believe you dare enter my kingdom without greeting me first,” the voice continued, velvet with venom. Eyes glowed faintly in the darkness, reflecting a dangerous pride that mirrored Lucifer’s own.
Lucifer’s head tilted slightly, meeting the gaze he could almost feel rather than see. His eyes ignited, dark and piercing, a storm coiled in their depths. “And why should I pay my respects first, Dreams?”
“Because this is my world,” Dreams replied, each word deliberate, measured, laced with poison. His eyes flared, blazing with a storm that threatened to consume everything in its path.
For a long moment, the two of them simply stood. Shadows stretched and intertwined, dancing along the edges of the threshold, alive with the tension crackling between them. The air seemed to hum, heavy with history, power, and unspoken hatred. Lightning of silent fury danced across the dreamscape, and time itself seemed to pause, as though the world dared not breathe in the presence of their confrontation.
Hatred and history hung thick between them, unspoken yet undeniable, a palpable weight that pressed against the edges of reality.
Author’s Note:
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