It was cold!
It was silent!
It was dreadful!
It was intoxicating!
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The atmosphere was heavy with dread, the air thick with an unspoken sense of doom. Every mile marker seemed to tick away like a countdown to disaster.
Every passing vehicle became a potential harbinger of chaos.
The highway stretched out like a serpent, it's asphalt surface cracked and worn. As if the very road itself was tired of bearing the weight of countless travelers.
The air was thick with an eerie mist that clung to everything it touched, obscuring the horizon and casting a sense of foreboding over the landscape.
The fast-moving highway was a blur of speed and sound. The rush of engines and the screech of tires on the pavement creating a cacophony that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Yet, beneath the surface of this frenetic energy, there lurked a sense of unease, a feeling that something was off.
That the road itself was hiding secrets and mysteries.
A sliver haired figure stood frozen on the highway, surrounded by the hum of engines and the rush of wind.
As cars whizzed by in a blur of color and steel.
He clenched tightly to the semi-automatic dessert eagle he grasped onto.
He struggled to catch his breath, his shirt stained with bloods of demonic creatures he had slained.
Beads of sweats rolled down his cheeks.
And then, without warning. Time itself seemed to grind to a halt. The vehicles suspended in mid-air, their occupants paused in perpetual motion.
"What's happening?" He questioned.
His eyebrows furrowed.
As the world around him came to a standstill, his gaze was drawn to the other side of the highway. Where seven figures stood.
Their presence a stark contrast to the mundane chaos of the traffic.
The seven figures were shrouded in an aura of mystique, their features indistinct, yet radiating an otherworldly power that seemed to draw the very air towards them.
They stood in perfect synchrony, their eyes fixed intently on the figure. As if beholding a secret truth.
But what are they?
And why have they come?
They're the Endless. The seven siblings that represents the very concepts of creation.
Destiny of the Endless, Death of the Endless, Dream of the Endless, Desire of the Endless, Despair of the Endless, Delirium of the Endless.
And Destruction of the Endless.
The Endless stood like statues. Their faces masks of stone, their eyes unblinking and unfazed as they gazed upon the figure before them.
Their expressions were lifeless, devoid of emotion. As if they were mere specters.
The silver haired figure exhaled a soft sigh.
With just a glance, he recognized the seven figures whose existence were filled with mysteries.
His gaze darkened as he muttered.
"The Endless…!!"
Morpheus, Dream of the Endless was the only one to speak. His siblings stayed silent, retaining their mysterious auras.
Morpheus took a step forward.
Dream stood tall, his black hair cascading down his back like a waterfall of night, framing a face that was both pale and striking.
His eyes seemed to gleam with an otherworldly intensity.
A deep, piercing gaze that seemed to bore into the soul.
He wore not the Dream's Helm for he was not here for battle.
His trench coat hung from his shoulders like a dark cloak, it's long, flowing folds billowing behind them like a shadow.
"Eros, the Archangel of Destruction"
The words spilled from his lips like secrets, soft and hushed. Barely audible over the sound of his own breathing.
Each syllable was a gentle caress, a whispered promise of intimacy and confidentiality.
He called out a name that only the Heavens knew about….
A name without any record or history.
And Dream continues….
"Do not be afraid. We know what you've done…."
"We know Creation has regressed from a time where all was brought to nothing"
"A time where Lucifer won!"
"We're not here to stop you, but we cannot interfere with the process of time and space"
"We concepts have our own limitations but we do not want the collapse of creation"
"It's too early for creation to die…!!"
"So we're here to give you a simple warning…!!"
"He knows"
Dream whispered.
The silver haired figure's eyebrows curled up. His confounded gaze was evident.
"Who knows?" He asked.
"Lucifer knows that time has regressed…"
"He's coming!!"
"Earth must be ready to welcome the Morningstar"
A simple yet catastrophic warning.
The sky darkened, the clouds twisting and boiling like a living thing. As the thunderstorm rolled in with a fury of wind and rain.
The thunder boomed and crackled, a deafening drumbeat that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth.
Darkness encroached upon the vast world in which humanity exists in.
And the second the darkness dissipated.
The Endless were nowhere to be found!