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Archangel Samael circled the newly crafted dream, their gaze piercing every detail as they examined the ethereal creature. The King of Dreams held his breath, awaiting Samael's verdict.
"Hmm, intriguing," Samael murmured, finally halting their inspection. Their voice, a velvet caress, was laced with curiosity. "Are you creating a dream of an angel? The wings seem off. You don't know how to make angel wings, do you?"
"I do not." A blush crept across Dream's face.
With a graceful flick of their wrist, Samael conjured a plush, ornate chair from thin air. They settled into it with fluid elegance, their wings unfolding slightly. "Study my wings."
Dream hesitated, his fingers hovering just above the silken feathers. "May I touch your feathers?"
"How could you learn if you do not touch them?" Samael chuckled, the sound like a warm breeze on a summer's day. "Go ahead."
Dream's fingers touched Samael's wings, bathed in a celestial radiance, as if each feather captured the essence of a thousand twinkling stars. Unlike most angels, Samael possessed multiple pairs of wings, each layer intricately structured and meticulously arranged. Dream carefully unfolded the feathers. As he marveled at the fine details, Samael's smile grew, a look of pure contentment gracing their divine features.
"I thought only my Father held a fascination for angels," Samael's voice was filled with amusement. "I'm pleasantly surprised to find you share the sentiment."
Dream drew in a deep breath, a surge of unfamiliar emotion swelling within him. Angels were undeniably beautiful, and their presence always filled him with serenity. When Samael visited his realm, Dream felt an inexplicable warmth and contentment. Or was it Samael's own presence that brought him such comfort and delight?
Struggling to articulate his thoughts, Dream finally decided to take a leap of faith.
"Angels give me a sense of anticipation. It feels…hopeful." You made me feel hopeful. Dream wished to convey all his feelings to Samael but held back, fearing it might be improper.
"Hopeful?" Samael tilted their head, peering intently into Dream's eyes. "Is there something bothering you?"
"Perhaps being an Endless can be…tedious," Dream confessed hesitantly, doubting that the mighty archangel could relate to such feelings. The Morningstar always seemed so enthusiastic about virtually everything.
"Maybe a few more visits to the Silver City could lift your spirits, my friend," Samael suggested with a knowing chuckle.
"That would be lovely," Dream's face brightened. "When?"
"It may take some time," the angel mused, a rueful expression crossing their features. "I no longer spend much time in Heaven. Most of my days are spent traveling to different realms, guiding the Creations. At times, I can't help but feel homesick."
Realizing he could offer assistance, Dream's heart swelled. Samael had been his steadfast support, and now there was something he could offer in return. Setting aside his study of the angelic wings, Dream took a seat beside Samael.
"You will dream of your home, Lightbringer," Dream vowed, locking eyes with the Samael. "I promise you."
"A dream of Heaven?" Samael's laughter rang out like a melodious song. Dream had never before seen the archangel so overjoyed. In that moment, Samael's beauty eclipsed the combined brilliance of every sun and star.
Countless eons later, within Hell's grand palace, under the watchful gaze of billions of infernal lords, Morpheus stood defiantly before the Ruler of Hell. Lifting his chin to meet the piercing glare of Lucifer Morningstar, he declared,
"You say I have no power here. Perhaps you speak truly. But to say dreams have no power in Hell... Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar, what power would Hell have if those imprisoned here were not able to dream... of Heaven?"
"One day, Morpheus... we shall destroy you," Lucifer snarled, their voice dripping with venom.
"Until that day, Lightbringer."
With those final words, Morpheus turned on his heel and strode away, never once glancing back.