Thread or AIM Log: AIM Log - done Open or Closed: Closed to God and Morpheus Characters: God, Morpheus Setting: in a dream, the Garden of Eden Content: TBD Summary: Everyone dreams, including God Warnings: mild angst, mild fluff, some kissy-faces, and some more angst
It was a beautiful day outside. The sun shone brightly without burning the skin, and only a few clouds passed by shaped like animals so that one merely had to lean back and point. The grassy meadow was soft like a blanket, and just down the hill from where she sat, red hair blowing in the gentle breeze, was paradise. It was the garden of eden itself, in its prime. Gone was the serpent and the forbidden fruit tree. Eve and Adam frolicked among their children, still naked and free of sin. Everything was perfect. "You started the wickedness," Morpheus said from behind her, his black cloak of skulls billowing behind him. "You sent them the serpent so that they might be tempted, and then you punish them for it. May I ask why?"
God was sitting on the soft grass, her thin white dress shifted gently in the same breeze that lifted her long red hair, and she leaned back on her elbows and tilted her head back, enjoying the warmth on her skin even though she knew this was just a dream. But was separated dreams from reality, and reality from something much darker was such a thin line. She let out a little sigh and looked up at the tall figure. "Hello to you too, Lord of Dreams. Yes I sent them temptation, knowing that they couldn't resist it... I always knew that they would fall."
"The Lord God, creator of the universe, has failed to answer my question," Morpheus pointed out, sinking gracefully onto the grass next to him, though he neither felt the warmth of the sun or the soft earth beneath them. "The question was why? Did you love Lucifer so much that you had to grant him the powers you have? Or were you so resentful of him to make him one of the most hated angels to ever exist, after the human that betrayed your only son, Jesus. Did you not love them to give them this pain?" This might have seeemed like a good dream, but the Lord of Dreams was just as deceiving as God herself. This was her nightmare. What could have been.
God chuckled some, good humor in her eyes as she gazed over at the Lord of Dreams. "Yes, I have, haven't I?" She said with a raised brow, looking back to the beautiful scene Morpheus had laid out for her. She smiled faintly before a scowl darkened her features. Around the hem of her dress the white material began to gray and become frayed. "This vision you have erected for me, do you see anything wrong with it?"
"You answer a question with more questions," Morpheus sighed, looking at the graying material of her sundress and shaking his head. "You're breaking your oath, Highness. This is my realm, and it stays how I choose it to," he said, his own features darkening as he reached over and touched the hem of her dress. "Dare you break our pact?" He looked down at the scene he laid out, a smirk crossing his lips. "I see something wrong with everything, not merely this little image here. I see something wrong with you. You're tired. Why not give your son the power of God and let him take over? Not the zombie master, of course, but the other one?"
God let out an exasperated sigh and waved a hand carelessly, the dress going back to it's pristine white condition. "I am tired, Morpheus. I am tired of being disregarded, of being neglected. For a long time now I've sat back and let humanity try to stand on their own two feet and yet..." She closed her eyes and leaned back on her elbows again, tilting her head back, her long red hair pooling on the green grass. "But what I meant was that your little scene below shows humanity as a one-dimensional creature. To know only health, and happiness, and contentment. That, my darling, would only be half a life. What I offered humanity with temptation brought them so much more... Lucifer has his powers, because darkness needs a face, it needs a presence, just as the light does... And neither can exist completely without the other."
"There is no Hell without dreams of Heaven," he mused. "But I still believe this is for your amusement, since you seem so bored. Why do you think I send the dreams I do? It's not just a source of nourishment for me. In fact, it entertains me." He looked around the scene below before sighing. "Or it used to." He glanced at God. "So no regrets? Has Jesus forgiven you? I imagine it must have been painful. It didn't even rain those days he hung by nails on a cross, all so you'll forgive the sins you created." He shook his head. "And I thought Lucifer was wicked."
"I am the creator of light, as well as the dark... Where do you think Lucifer picked it all up?" At this she flashed Morpheus a wicked grin before turning instantly sober again, sitting Indian style with her hands in her lap, pointedly ignoring the happy scene below. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders, strands flying in her face, but God made no move to fix them, simply letting them blow in the breeze as she stared down at her hands. "He has come to terms with it, for the most part, although he is quite upset at this latest turn of events. He refuses to even speak with me..." She looked up at Morpheus through her hair, her blue eyes contrasting with the bright red of her hair. "Don't be silly... If I admitted to regrets then certain beings would doubt that there is a plan for everything and everyone. And I can't have that. But I do feel pain, much like a human mother would for disciplining her children. However, children must be punished, and humanity is long over due for theirs."
"You do feel pain then?" Morpheus snorted, shaking his head. A long nine inch nail appeared in his hand, and he swiftly drove it into God's hand. It was only a dream, so she wouldn't be hurt upon waking, but she'd feel it then. "Do you feel this? Do you feel it and wonder why he won't speak to you? He died for you, for them, and this is how you repay him. You destroy it all anyway. His death was for nothing."
God looked down at the nail for a moment before lifting her hand into the air and staring up at it, her fingers spread wide to block the sun and the blood ran down past her wrist, down her arm, to finally land on her white dress. She watched it for a while longer before looking back at Dream, her hand still in the air, the blood still flowing down. Her gaze was sad as it fell on the man, and tears streamed down her cheeks, but there was grim determination as well. "Oh yes, dear Morpheus, I do indeed feel pain. But my pain is not as limited as the humans', nor yours', nor even Lucifer's... My pain resonates more fiercely than any others because I love more than any other. And it is because of that love that there must be pain... You may not approve, but it is not your job to know the many twists and turns of fate. I allow Destiny to see it, and even he can barely stand the weight." God looked back up at the ugly nail sticking through her human hand. "No death is for nothing."
"God, sometimes you just don't come through," Morpheus sang, and his voice was good, almost angelic. "Do you need a woman to look after you?" He stopped the song, and removed the nail, letting the blood vanish, "Is there anything I can do to help you?" he asked in a moment of kindness. "Being one of the Endless makes my life....endless. I can help you."
She stood up from the grass and raised her hand to the sky again, flexing it as it covered the sun, wiggling her fingers as if she had really been worried about losing the hand. But she knew the Lord of Dreams' tricks, he being one of her creations as well. She took a few steps down the hill and then looked over her shoulder at the man, smiling some as she spoke, "How quickly the tune to you song changes." Turning, she made her way back, kneeling in front of him and cupping his face softly with both of her hands. She smiled sweetly at him before bringing his face forward to kiss his mouth lightly. It was a short kiss, and not at all sexual, but it was full of love. "You help me so much already... Although," she trailed off and bit her bottom lip some, looking up at him imploringly.
Morpheus was not used to being kissed in any way, so he found himself leaning forward into it, disappointed when it was broken off. "Although?" he encouraged once he was back to his old self. Morpheus dreamed as well. He dreamed of love. A love that would never come into being. Who would love someone like him? "Tell me what you need done."
God smiled, pleased that he had not reacted badly. Sometimes her creatures were volatile things, so easily upset and yet so easily pleased, in a few cases... She wished the cases were not so few. God worked her way in between Dream's legs so that she could lay against his chest, one hand resting on his upper thigh while the other pressed against his chest, her head soon to follow. She curled against the man and gazed out across the grass, watching it shift and move with the breeze. "I would enjoy a song greatly, Morpheus. You sing very well..."
"Perhaps the singing is best left to the angels," he suggested, allowing her to lay between his legs, brushing strands of hair from her beautiful face. "I only sing when I have a song." He sighed, almost like he let her down. "Give me a song, Highness, and I shall sing it so that the heavens would hear it."
She smiled when his fingers brushed against her skin, moving her hair from her face, though she hadn't minded it. However she enjoyed the gentle touch, a joy she had given to humanity, though one she herself felt so much more powerfully. All of their senses, their pleasures and pains, were muted versions of what God really felt, and in a sense they should be happy for that. But, of course, they weren't... Humans were rarely happy with what they had. "Your voice is as sweet to my ear as the highest cherubs. What was that song you were just singing to me?" She asked with a grin twisting her lips and then raised a hand, her finger moving through the air as if she were conducting a symphony. "'Do you need a woman to look after you?'" She sang and chuckled, liking the line immensely.
Morpheus smiled, a rare occasion, and began singing the song she wanted to hear, even if it wasn't exactly making her out to be good. "You make pretty daisies, pretty daisies, love, I gotta find out what you're doing about things here. There's a few witches burning, it's a little toasty here. I gotta find, find, find why you always go when the wind blows....." He let his voice trail off, finding himself growing sad. It showed in the dream. The sky turned black with angry clouds and the children first created turned into demons, ripping each other apart. "Why do you go, God?" he asked, sounding like a lost child.
God grew sad, along with Morpheus and the dream he held control over, and she watched the demons attack each other. She looked up and saw the clouds loose their animal like shapes and fluffy appearances and become dark, tormented. Raising herself some from his chest, God took Morpheus' chin lightly in her hand and turned his face so she could kiss his lips again, letting it last longer this time and allowing him time to calm down. Releasing his chin and lips, God trailed the back of her hand against the man's cheek in a soothing motion. "Ssshh, my darling. I have never left, nor will I."
Morpheus went from sad to angry, slapping her hand away and rising to his feet. "Look at what you've done!" he shouted. "You released Hell on your children! You released Hell on the gods. On my very own family! My sisters, my brothers! Face it, Majesty, sometimes you just don't come through." He turned his back on her, ready to leave the dream, leave her to this nightmare. "You're the all powerful, but soon they'll all hate you. Every last one of them."
Yes, her creatures were indeed volatile things. God wondered why she had allowed them to vary so much before remembering and finding some solace in that, although his words did deliver the sharp sting of truth. "Yes, they will," she agreed and looked back down at her hands again, her thumbs rubbing against one another. She had felt it, the urge to lash out and demand submission from the dream Lord, but then why even bother giving her children wills at all? She looked up at him, her blue eyes staring back at the man, no trace of shame. "What you want and what is best for everyone and everything in this world are two very different things, Morpheus. Remember that." God ran a hand through her long red hair, finally pushing the strands from her face and standing before the man, her still white dress whipping about her legs with the approaching storm the clouds promised. Even in a dream she could smell it coming, could feel it... Unless, of course, the maker of the dream chose not to have it. "Everything I do, I do because I love."
"You're the most beautiful being I ever beheld with my own two eyes. Should you be a child, I'd want you for a daughter. As a woman, I want you for a lover. But how can you be trusted now? You betrayed everyone, including me. The world may not have been perfect, and it may have been yours to create, but it isn't yours to destroy. In doing so, you destroy me, my family, and anyone who ever dropped to their knees at night and prayed to you to deliver them from evil. You're a backstabber. A beautiful, brilliant yet foolish backstabber. It's a good thing you don't really need sleep, or all you'll have is nightmares."
Her face changed from solemn to anger in a flash and she was in front of the Lord of Dreams in an instant, hands still firmly at her sides but rage quite clear on her face as she glared up at the tall man. "You think this is the end of the world? The world cannot end because I made it that way. The world will continue, even if humanity has gone, even if the angels have gone, even if Hell itself is ripped from the Underground and my Kingdom crumbles and falls- the world will remain. Life will continue." God spun around and took a few steps away from Morpheus before turning again, her face just as fierce as before. "Your sight is too narrow, fixed only on the things closest to you. I am the Father of everything and it is all so very dear to me." She clutched her chest as if in actual pain, blue eyes blazing. "Hate me then, hate me like all of humanity does and all of the rest will come to, but I say this to you now, Master of Dreams," she walked back to stand in front of him, glaring up heatedly. "I love you." And there was so much honesty in those three words that tears almost flooded her eyes again, but she willed them away.
"Then spare me," Morpheus hissed, not backing away from her, not even flinching when she stormed up to him. He had nothing to fear from her or any other god. "Spare my family. Death, Delirium, Desire, Despair, Destiny and Destruction. Spare them. We're doing the jobs we're set out to do but with each passing day of Hell on earth, we lose our strength. We're going into over time and it's hard to keep up. Give us the strength and I may still be able to love you, Divine One."
God stepped away from Morpheus, suddenly appearing exhausted, but she lifted her lips into a tired, sad smile. "Still thinking only of yourself?" She shook her head sadly and sat back down on the grass, looking up at the stormy clouds for a moment before laying down. "You and your brothers and sisters will not die. At least, not at this time... You have no reason to fear."
"Thinking of my family," he corrected. "Without whom, your job would be a lot harder. I know we won't die, but we grow weaker by the day with all the chaos you created. All I'm asking for is more strength but you seem to think I'm asking too much. This was a waste of my energy. Goodbye, Lord and Savior." He sneered the last part, turning on his heels to leave. "You'll never know what it could be to love, and I know now that you don't love me."
God made no move to get up but she turned her head to look over at Morpheus, sighing in exasperation. "Oh honestly, you can be such a drama queen sometimes," God said with a roll of her eyes before picking at a blade of grass and holding it aloft, petting it gently with her finger. "When have I ever made anything easy for anyone? You want more power? Then you should know how to get it." She released the blade of grass to the wind and watched it flutter away before looking back at the tall man. "Each of you has unlimited supplies of power, gifts from your Maker," At this she pointed down to herself and then continued. "I will not tell you how to find it, but you should know that it is there."
Morpheus shook his head, continuing his walk away from her and the garden he'd created for her dream world. It had now begun to rain blood, the splatters of droplets hitting her now crimson dress. "Yes. I think I know what I need to do. Just keep in mind, you could have made it a lot easier, but you chose not to." With that, he vanished, but the dream remained. The blood of her children raining down upon her.