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Summary: You’re at Hypnos’ dinner party. While waiting for your host to arrive, you get the chance to enjoy a moment alone with Morpheus. Still, you can’t shake the feeling that something is very wrong.

CW: mention of alcohol; themes of domination, possession, & control; demons; nightmares; threats; discussions of violence; sadistic character; non-consensual hypnosis

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SETTING: The Listener’s nightmare. In the nightmare, they are at Hypnos’ dinner party. Epiales approaches them, disguised as Morpheus.

\Optional—slight echo/reverb to the following lines, to show that they're in a dream\**

\Elegant music, the background chatter of guests and the clink of dishes\**

(in Morpheus' voice) My, my…look at you, mortal. I must say, you clean up quite nicely. That shade of blue is just perfect for you.

The Listener rolls their eyes. “Shut up.”

You think I jest? On the contrary, I assure you, I’m quite serious. You are a vision. One might even think you were a god yourself.

“Oh, really? What about my dark circles?”

Ah, yes; that. Perhaps I was a bit too harsh earlier. I was only teasing…after all, who would ever notice the shadows beneath your eyes when they have the rest of your face to gaze upon? You would put Helen of Troy to shame.

“What’s with you tonight?”

Come on. I can’t pay the Guest of Honor a simple compliment?

“You’re weirding me out. Stop it!”

I’m “weirding you out”? Oh, dear-–forgive me, mortal. I apologize…it must be the spirits. Speaking of which, have you tried the Ambrosia just yet?

“What? No, I—I can’t. I’m not a god!”

True, it’s usually reserved for the gods…but one sip couldn’t hurt, could it? We’ve already broken all the rules to bring you here, haven’t we? Besides, you’re here at Father’s invitation. You are no Tantalus…and even if Father tried to banish you to the depths, I have no doubt that Tartarus would send you right back. It couldn’t bear to have someone as radiant as you walking its deathly halls.

The Listener shakes their head.

*chuckle\* As stubborn as ever, I see. Well, in that case, you must try the wine. Personally, I prefer the red…over a millennia old, sweet and dry, as deep and dark as the night itself. Allow me.

\Pouring liquid\**

Perfect. There you are, my sweet. Are you enjoying the festivities tonight? Father’s parties have always been–-

“Wait! What did you just say!?”

—Hmm? What did I just say? I believe I asked whether you were enjoying yourself? For all his flaws, I will admit, Father makes an excellent host.

“No, no—before that! What did you call me!?”

Oh, what did I call you? Why, “mortal”, of course. What else would I have said?

“No. You said ‘my sweet’!”

…“My sweet”? Really? Are you sure you’re not hearing things? I know you must still be frightened, after that fiend threatened you. His powers are formidable…beyond compare, even. But you needn’t worry about him, my sweet. Don’t let him torment that beautiful mind of yours, especially on a night like—

You—there it is again! You said “my sweet!”

Oh, I did, did I? But I couldn’t have. After all, only one god calls you that. I would never presume to call you “mine”...(sinister) Not when I know perfectly well that you really belong to him.

Realization dawns on the Listener’s face.

\dark chuckle** Well, it would seem my little ruse has run its course. What a shame…still, at least it means I can do away with this pathetic face. One moment…

\A rush of wind/other sounds of transformation, as Epiales resumes his true form\**

(in his true daemon voice) Hello there, my precious. What’s the matter…surprised to see me? Oh, dear…did you truly believe you could keep yourself hidden from my eyes? I warned you, didn’t I, that nothing would keep me from you.

“Where’s Morph!? What did you do to him!?”

“Morph”? Is that what you call him? \laughs** Oh, that is too good! I might just have to start using that one myself! Still…I think it’s better if I don’t tell you where he is. Believe me, it’s tempting…if you knew the truth, I can only imagine how decadent those dreams would be. For now, though, I’ll simply enjoy letting your mind run wild with the possibilities. After all, the strongest fear of all is the fear of the unknown. I can’t wait to see what other delicious nightmares your mind cooks up.

“F\** off! You’re not feeding from me ever again!”*

I’m never feeding from you again? \dark chuckle** Oh, but, my sweet mortal…I already am.

“What!?”

Think about it. Is this really how your dinner with Father went? Was the atmosphere truly so lively, with so many guests? Strange, too, that none of them would notice a long-banished god suddenly appearing in their midst. Unless…

The Listener’s face pales. “No…!”

That’s right, my sweet. This is all a nightmare. A tapestry of my own creation, woven from the threads of your mind.

“No! NO!”

Yes! Mmm, that anguish and fear…delicious! Give me more.

\running feet as the Listener flees, followed by a rush of wind as Epiales vanishes, reappearing in front of them\**

Leaving so soon? Come, now. How can you run from something that’s all in your own mind? You’re certainly welcome to try, however…you know I love the thrill of the chase.

“NO! Let me go! Wake me UP!”

Wake you up? Are you sure? I wonder...will you like what you find when you open your eyes?

“If you don’t wake me up, I’ll do it myself!”

\chuckle** Very well. I suppose I’m sated enough for now. If you truly wish to wake up, then so be it.

\Slight echo/reverb ends\**

The Listener bolts awake in Epiales’ den. They are bound to a bed, in a darkened room.

Good morning, my sweet. That is what you mortals say, isn’t it? Not that it matters here. In my domain, you see, there’s no such thing as day or night. Only perpetual darkness…a soft, endless void, where time loses all meaning. Don’t worry—you’ll adjust to it in time, I'm sure.

“Where—where are we?”

Why, you’re where you were always meant to be. We’re in my sanctuary…my own little “nest”. It's nothing fancy, I admit, but it does have one thing to its advantage: complete and utter privacy. After all, we don’t want any interruptions, do we? I trust you’ll find it comfortable… [Optional line, for those who want some extra spice: Especially here, in my bed. We’ll be spending an awful lot of time here, after all.]

\Twisting ropes\**

\chuckle** Ah, yes. Forgive the bindings, but you tend to get quite feisty in your sleep. I suppose I could paralyze you, like before…but there’s a certain charm in doing it the old-fashioned way.

“Let me go!!!”

Let you go? Oh, but my sweet mortal…we’ve only just begun. That little dream was merely an appetizer. Speaking of which, what did you think of my handiwork? Did you enjoy it? I confess, I did make a few improvements…in reality, Father’s parties are about as lively as a wake. And I couldn’t resist putting in a few other special touches, just for you. After all…you’d been wanting that, hadn't you? A moment alone with Morpheus, just the two of you. Oh, yes…as much as you pretend otherwise, you crave his attention.

The Listener tries to deny it.

\chuckle** Shall I humor you? I could pretend to believe you, if you’d prefer. But just look at the heat in your cheeks. Yes…I can sense that little flame within you, burning for him. You long to hear him whisper sweet nothings in your ear, as he holds you close. Perhaps, if you wish…I could help with that? I may be the god of nightmares…but even a nightmare can start out sweet. I could give you your heart’s desire, if only for a few moments. And all I ask in return is that you stop resisting. That’s right…submit to me, and I can bring all your darkest fantasies to life...ones that my dear brother would never dream of indulging.

The Listener tells him to f\** off.*

…My, my. Such language. It seems his bad habits are rubbing off on you. I wish I could say I’m surprised…but truth be told, I was hoping you’d fight back. That just means I get the fun of breaking you…and I think I know just how to do it.

“No! No, stop! Leave Morph out of this!”

\dark chuckle** I really must thank you, my sweet. Before you and my dear brother became acquainted, the truth is, I’d been starting to run out of new material to work with, when it came to crafting your nightmares. As deliciously intense as your sorrows were, there’s only so many times one can stomach the same old scenarios...I prefer a bit of variety in my diet. But then, who should come along but your precious Morph? How ironic that, in trying to protect you, he gave you someone else to care about…and therefore, a brand new course on the menu for me.

“This is your last warning! Let me go, now, before he sees what you’ve done to me! He’ll find me! Just you wait!”

Is that supposed to be a threat? Oh, my sweet mortal. You think I don’t know that? What makes you think I wasn’t planning for him to find you all along? Oh, yes…I know my brother. A selfish, spoiled brat like him never wants to share his toys. No…if I truly want you, he must be dealt with.

“What!? No! How do you—what do you mean!?”

\chuckle** Once again…why spoil all the fun by telling you? (dark, sinister, maniacal) But I promise you this…when you finally witness the horror I have in store for him, you’ll be wishing with all your heart that it was just a nightmare, from which you could wake.

“No! NO!” Tears begin to slip down the Listener’s cheeks. “No, please!!!”

Ah…it’s been awhile since I’ve tasted mortal tears. Don’t weep for him, my sweet. It’s nothing less than he deserves. Only a fool dares to challenge me. Now, at last, he shall reap his reward…and I shall have mine. His precious little "Starlight". Yes...you will be mine, and mine alone, for all eternity.

Now, I don’t know about you, but I can feel my appetite returning. I think it’s time you served me my main course of the night, wouldn’t you say?

The Listener continues to writhe in their bonds, screaming.

Oh, shhhh; shhhhh. Hush, now, my precious. There’s no use resisting…you know that. You’re bound, helpless, lost. Nowhere to go; no hope of escape. There’s nothing left to do but surrender. That's right. Surrender...and look into my eyes.

Good. Lovely, aren’t they? I know you missed this…just lying there, gazing into my dark, beautiful eyes. Keep looking, my sweet. Let their darkness envelop you. Yes…feel yourself hovering over the abyss. Feel yourself perched on the edge, at any moment ready to…fall. Yes…falling deep into my eyes. Deeper, and deeper. You can’t fight it. But you don’t mind, do you? No…of course not. You always knew this would happen. Deep down, you’ve always known that you must surrender. It’s alright, my sweet. Let my darkness fill your mind. Feel its soft, velvety touch, as it pushes out all other thoughts. No more fears…no more worries…just emptiness, and bliss. It feels good, doesn’t it? Yes…enjoy it, my sweet. You know you want to. It’s alright. Just let yourself relax, drifting along in that dark, blissful sea. Your eyes are growing heavy, so irresistibly heavy. You can feel the waves of sleep lapping at your mind, washing over you. Just give in, and let yourself sink. That’s it. Close your eyes, and sink down deep. Yes….very good. Submit to me, my sweet. Submit…and sleep. Yes…just sleep…sleep…sleep.