15. Dream and Hades

"I am at a loss, Lucienne, what am I to do with this tireless beast called a god?" He sits atop his glass throne inside his palace. His advisor and librarian, Lucienne, a middle aged black woman with a studious look in her eyes stands at the bottom of the steps leading to his throne. It was a large and open space with colorful tiles making the ground, and white marble making the walls.

Behind him was a large mosaic of stained glass tiles of 3 different beings. One red, the silhouette of a man wearing a fedora with aviation glasses, one green, the picture of fumes and gas with a man mixing chemicals, and one the picture of a purple woman dragon like features.

"You could always eject him, my lord." She offers a rational solution of simply ejecting him from the realm, after all, Dream has absolute power in The Dreaming.

"But that would be against everything I stand for Lucienne!" His entire existence was to protect dreams, allow inspiration to bud and subconscious ideas flourish, so kicking out someone simply because they have been dreaming for too long didn't sit right with Dream. But then again, Slaanesh could use a break.

Opening a window he looks into Hades dream. He sees him laying on his back as he waits for the woman next to him to recover. She was panting, her breath steamy as her body tried to recover from over a century of non-stop hardcore sex. She was a dream, so she would recover during their, activities, but after that the fatigue would hit her like a tidal wave. Just before he closed the window he saw Hades get up and reposition Slaanesh's body, no doubt planning on going their millionth round.

He created her for just this situation and yet the god had exceeded her- his, capabilities. It was the first time in his short existence that he was inadequate in delivering on ones dreams.

He had not heard of any one his siblings having been out done yet here he was. His creation defeated by a sex crazed god. It would be embarrassing in the next family meeting, that was for sure.

"What am I to do? Slaanesh can't take much more, I might actually have to send him to The Wake personally." Dropping his head onto his propped up fist he tries hard to think of what to do. He could send in one of his nightmares, that would most definitely wake him up, but Hades is a lucid dreamer evident by his ability to dream anything into existence, such as the nipple clamps he was currently using on Slaanesh. So he could simply dream his nightmare into a harmless kitten, so was the power of the dreamer unless revoked by him.

Maybe seeing something real, something in The Wake that would cause him to want to wake up would work.

"Lucienne, can you find someone related to him that we can use to wake him." He gives a task to his loyal assistant. However it suddenly strikes him as he calls out to her just before she exits the throne room.

"Ensure they aren't lucid dreamers!"

Lucien goes to her Library and begins combing through the records of The Wake. Unlike an ordinary library that simply stores knowledge, this one acquires it. Of every dream ever dreamt, every thought or fleeting 'what if', of every fantasy world and morbid prediction, they all arrived here, stored in the infinite hall of the Library of Dreams.

Lucien reveled in her position as librarian and even if no one ever got to see the library she still kept it neat and organized. Combing through the records of myths and legends, and pulling out a file pertaining the pantheons of Gods she started looking for the one named Hades.

He's been here for over a century so she knows some things about him. He's Greek, so Greek pantheon, his clothes have a dark theme so probably god of some dark element or concept, most likely death or the dead.

Flipping the pages she comes to a section labeled "The Underworld" and quickly skims through it.

"Nyx, no, Charon, no, Hecate, not her, ah here he is, Hades." She mutters as she flips past several gods that have relations with the Underworld.

scrolling past his abilites and aliases she comes to his relations seeing his family and a girl named Angela. Bringing another god here was off limits considering that they were most likely lucid dreamers. So she looked at Angela, a multicolored swirl and a window opens, she was currently inside Hades palace relaxing in an atrium full of flowers and plants, she was sitting in a homely wooden chair you would find at the beach or pool, sipping on some tea. And judging from her bored expression and the fact that she's been there for over a century, she's sure she would help.

Deciding it would be her she closes the folder and puts the file neatly back in place.

Back in the large and colorful throne room Lucien addresses her woeful lord.

"A cute girl named Angela, she was personally cared for by Hades and given the task of shouldering the Divinity of light after Hades killed the Greek titan Hyperion. I'm sure she would be more than happy to wake up her lord." With a joyful tone Lucien explains her reasoning and Dream perks up at the solution to save his dream from the deranged sex beast.

"She certainly sounds important to him, hopefully he will wake without me forcing him too." Standing from his throne, his thin and weak looking body looking strong under the multicolored light fettering in from the mosaics behind him.

Pulling a dull, ordinary pouch from his long coat her pours a handful.

"I'll be back soon."