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Morpheus could not sleep, not anymore. Dreams still visited him, and often. That thanks to his late father, who was the god of sleep and dreams. One location seemed to be present in every dream, and that is the council of the gods. 12 chairs sat on each side, and each was bigger than the last. That wasn't the biggest difference between them, though. One held the mark of Poseidon, and the makings of the sea were clear. Sand dwelled at the bottom of it, and a trident lay at it's side. Others held their own designs, yet it was the gods that sat them that mattered. Zeus rested on the biggest one, thunder crackling above him. Morpheus remembered that gaze, a gaze that made his father tremble and bow. The king of the gods still sent a lightning bolt through his heart, and Morpheus's own scream made him focus back on his surroundings. He stood at the edge of a bedroom, shivering. Time had passed since he had delved into the nightmare, and it was his opportunity now. He moved the curtains that were ahead of him before tiptoeing his way to the bed that was surrounded by skulls. On the bed, the man's hair had grown more wild than the last time Morpheus saw him. His beard outgrew where it was supposed to be, and his hair lingered above most of his face. The ruler of the underworld had a few bad days, it seemed. Morpheus moved his hand slowly to meet the forehead of Hades, and when he touched it, the surroundings vanished to dust. The world was barren, no trees towered above the world, nor did rivers flow. The sky was dark, but yet there were no clouds. Fires burned all around the post apocalyptic world, and Morpheus realized what he was seeing. The version of Doomsday Hades wanted. Hades stood taller here, his beard well shaved and his hair cut short. Treasures rose from the ground for him, each shinier than the other. He reached for a golden necklace that had the markings of Persephone, but it moved away when he got closer. Morpheus closed his eyes, and moved his arm around. Hades chased after the necklace, but it flew faster and it was out of his reach. A rock the size of a human head broke apart from the ground and rose to stare Hades in the face. Words carved into it, and they were quite simple. "DOOMSDAY IS YOURS IF YOU RISE TO TAKE IT." Hades opened his eyes, giving Morpheus no choice but to disappear into the abyss. He stood before spiraled papers, each one with the name of a different god. This was his means to have vengeance for his father, who died because he refused to do Zeus's dirty work. Morpheus had more than one target though, and the list was far longer than he could tell. The All father had disrespected him when Morpheus met with him, hoping to win his favour in the wars to come. Oden with his black eye patch and the two ravens that stood on his shoulder sent him to speak with Thor about such affairs, but the thunder god ignored his pleas. Thor was more interested in sparring than worrying about something like Doomsday, and that he didn't share with Oden. Morpheus noticed the portraits that filled Odin's room, they were just paintings that saw him die in ragnarok. Why? Because he died a warrior, gloriously, Morpheus figured. Thor instead took his left arm in what he called a friendly spar. Doomsday was coming, that much was clear. When Morpheus closed his eyes to stroll through the dreams of the gods, all had their own Doomsday, one which would end them in a way that is worthy of their life. Even Ra envisioned himself surrounded by a pit of darkness, fighting Apophis one final time in the duat. Morpheus entered his own dream once more, but he had left the room of the gods. He instead stood in a dormant world he imagined himself, but one thing had been different. Ra crossed spears with Odin, the world shaking at every hit. Zeus and Thor sent lightning towards each other, destroying anything that bared witness. Cerberus ate all the humans that were unlucky enough to stand in his way, and Hades rode him. That was Morpheus's dream. The Doomsday to end all doomsdays. He wanted the gods to cripple each other and destroy the world while they are at it.
