The Sandman x Reader - Neil Gaiman (Lucifer x you x Dream)

19: Liar

One would be quite thirsty from traveling between the folds of reality. And so were you.

Panting, you ran in through an elderly man's dream, where he sat at a bench with pastie in hand. You snatch it from him and smile exictedly, "Don't mind if I do~" sinking your teeth into the warm food. "Thank you, you're a lifesaver! Travel takes a lot outta you! Famished!" You grin then drop the pastie into his lap, he's oblivious as you spot what you came here for, some form of weaponary. There it was, a logo of a barbers, shears on its banner. You approach the shop with a swift walk.

The man is bewildered by the fact you had appeared within his very memorable dream - surely he would remember it by word, and you were definitely not in the original core memory.
He was certain. "Who are you?!" He asked confusedly.

In answer, turning to see him over your shoulder, white wings protruding out your back, you smirk and wink at him. "Don't know yet~" And you continue on. Wings dirtied with grime and aged blood, dragging across the ground and through the dirt.

You enter the shop and it transports you through to another dream, this one was a young boy trying to save the life of a lamb which was clearly going to die inside of the ewe that was unable to give birth to it without a C-section surgery.

Rolling your eyes, losing interest, you pick up the sheep shearer and strip off the fluff before ripping your fingernail with your teeth dramatically before plunging your finger into the belly of the sheep. It bleat from the pain, the little boy screamed and cried afraid and confused but you tore the lamb from the womb and shoved it into the boy's lap. "Where are they?!" Your voice was rude and fast.

The boy just trembled, afraid and confused.

Your brow twitched impatiently and you stood up again, smearing the blood of the ewe all across your chin and filtrum via wiping the back of your hand.

A voice that made the very earth quake in the Dreaming shook you to your core. It was THAT voice. That voice you missed SO much. But you couldn't meet him now. Not like this. Not yet. Plus, he sounded pissed off... Not the best of times.

And as it was, you found your wya out of that dream and into another. Running through that one you finally found it, a way into Hell. You noticed him though. 

As he had noticed you.

In this burning building within a dream of an escaped refugee - only for their home to burn with the carcasses of their war ravaged family. You were uncaring of this as you stepped over the carcasses, uncaring as you stood onto them. As they crumbled beneath your feet as if you were a God. a fearsome, terrible God. Uncaring. Unloving. Broken. Lost. Anew.

"Wait." Dream called to you. You caught eyes again with him, intensifying your speed. "Wait!" He called again, his hand reaching upwards, he stepped once then again and now he was wading through the ashed, flames moving aside, paving him a path. Paving the king of his land a royal carpet to your location.

But you leapt head-first into a burning flame almost white at the centre from how hot it burned too.

And you were gone. Into that unknown space, falling for what felt like an eternity when in truth it were mere seconds.

Falling, 

falling

and then splat.

You, in a pile of blood and blackness, oozing through your wings and sticking each feather together but you were not dunked beneath it. Barely the tips had entered the viscous goo. It reminded you of something else.

That stuff you had thrown up, you'd thrown it up the first time you met--

<Hello~>