Just about anything is possible... especially when one has the ounce of Madness within their mind, the very beings of most power as their partners and supported by multiple of the Endless...
...And well, a great war was waged. It lasted just under an hour... because it was more just a screaming, agonised stress being finally lifted and used as some horrific weapon upon that of their maker -- God. But do not fret that did not affect the world, it only affedcted you... For as it would seem, the Creator and God are 2 very different beings.
As there is a different view of hell and heaven tailored to each person, as is the logic that with Gods. And it just so happened your God was one of malice. Perhaps from your twisted hate and deep pain you felt towards those else suffering in this unfair and beautiful world. You foudn it difficult to accept that there would ever be a God that could allow such suffering and agony to occur. Especially if he was supposed to be so might and omnibenevolent (all loving).And so... With one, singular strike from your manic teeth, dragon, serpentine... Clenched through the sternum and torso of that foul excuse for a God, a warped reality due to your repressed energy from dreams and mind's function, the imagination all spilled out at once and whatever you thought of would happen. And so it did.
With a flick of your wrist and soon the entire world was back to normal. The Waking was still unawares to magic and creation, Gods and hellions... Omens, curses and Endless.
You returned to Dream with he - the ruler - your hellion true, returned to their state of non-binary beauty... And someone new.
Someone... who Dream knew as his sister but who had come for you.
Becuase well.. Technincally you had not disturbed the way of the universe, nor humanity, you had reset everything.. except you had killed your God and now lived in a state after Death but before rebirth for there would be none.. None for you. You were now a mere figment. The imagery and feelings, the strong will of who you were to be something not quite human nor Angel anymore. Supposedly, you would be classed as a Fallen one... But... even that did not fully clarify what being you had now become.
"Morpheus! Luci!" You beamed, running to them and going to hug them but something held you back, the way the two seemed to step back. "W-what's wrong? Do you not... not love me anymore?"
<<Dear, you are not who you once were.. I do not recognise your mind, your soul... you are not the Y/N I was once in love to..>> Dream admitted wearily.
<I must agree with sweet Morpheus...> Lucifer looked at you fearfully.**Come with me, Y/N. We should talk. I'm Delirium, I'm sure you know me... deep down... Perhaps when you would daydream... You once called me 'Twirly Girly'... Do you remember?** Asked a kind but crazy voice.
You turned to face them with tears gathering in your eyes. "So.. They do not see me?"
**They... Only remember you as you were and you are no longer you. You are a different creature altogether. You have blended with my realm, with Madness and you... I don't believe you are human. I believe you might be something similar to us. To the Endless.** She calmly told you, you gave her your hands as if by instinct and she stroked her thumbs over your fingers. She had multiple rings, mood or otherwise and they made your lips lift a little in a smile.**I think you might be someone.. something, new. Would you like to join me in the Madness? Perhaps you will find your place with me. And if not, I will help you find your own place, there are many realities and many realms I am sure you may make your own domain.** Said the kind Delirium.
You nod, so struck by how your battle for freedome had freed you too well... That you now had nowhere to belong.Because you were not you anymore...
And you had all the time of eternity to figure that out.
When you looked around again, you see how Lucifer and Morpheus had disappeared.
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The Sandman x Reader - Neil Gaiman (Lucifer x you x Dream)
FanfictionWhat happens in dreams when we wake up? Do those we dream with have lives in the realm of sleep, do they live long or short, are they happy? Are we but chores to them? And what should happen if one was to lucidly dream in a manner of power?... Well...