There was a stale quality to the air, as though it had been breathed before. Her head hurt; Alyxa opened her eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the soft glow that lit up the room in which she lay. To her surprise rather than lying on a hard stone floor she was resting on a mattress.
“Awake then at last, Dreamer?”
Not even Morpheus was that beautiful, this creature was spellbinding. His hair was nearly white, falling over his shoulders in almost effeminate flows. It was his cheekbones that shocked her; on any other man they might have been too delicate. The eyes were brilliantly blue, the purest cut sapphires had nothing on them.
“It’s been forever since I’ve had guests, especially little Dreaming treasures,” he went on, and all Alyxa could do was watch his lips move.
A perfect mouth. Kissable, and tasteable –
“Alyxa!”
She turned at the sound of her name and saw Morpheus storming in.
“Ah, the Dream-King awakened, undreaming! Rested after your sleep, darling?” the stranger asked, half spinning half hovering out of the way as Morpheus swept by him to wrap his arms around Alyxa protectively.
“Morph- ” she murmured.
“What have you done with us? Why do you hold us here?” the Dream-King demanded.
“I have done nothing, honey,” the stranger told him laughingly.
“Morpheus, what’s going on, who is this guy?” Alyxa asked, alarmed by the panic in Morpheus’ eyes and voice.
“I believe we are prisoners,” he said softly.
“In a way you are guests and I am your keeper.”
“Who are you?”
The stranger laughed and hovered upwards, arms spread in an expression of delight.
“Alyxa…” Morpheus said, his eyes never leaving their ‘host’, “I present to you the Prince of Hell, the Morning Star, the Great Enemy…Alyxa, this is Lucifer.”
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