The two men, though it would require a very broad definition of the term to indeed consider them men, looked much like Morpheus. Where he favored grays and dark purple, one of the two wore reds and black, and the other appeared to have bathed in a rainbow. They stood on a tall and narrow plateau, more a column carved of rock than a great table. The plain stretched out before, and all around, them was unlike any were likely to see in a material realm. The ground was composed of clouds, shifting mists, and rivers of gold and onyx flowed through it. Where they met, multicolored pools formed, surrounded by flora and fauna which betrayed the laws of both biology and physics. The sky was a swirl of green and orange, rain pouring up out of the clouds at various locations. Behind them was a silver door, twice as tall as either man, wide enough to accommodate their wingspans.
Pheus. Methinks we ought speak with our brother. Thus spoke the one of many colors, words heard only in the mind of his companion. His lips moved, but they did not match his words.
Really, Phantasus. It is likely it does not concern him. He is no longer of our pantheon, exactly, and you know the Olympians frown upon professional discussions with the competition. The dark one spoke in a like manner, though his lips moved not at all.
Ickeee.....Who cares what they think" We be naught of their ilk. 'sides, Pheus would want to know about this.
His brother sighed. I wish you would not call me that, Phantasus. Icelus, or Phoebtor if you must, please. As to this matter, I would think Morpheus already knows, if it concerns him.
Phantasus watched an ultraviolet bolt of lightning streak across the sky, igniting one of the pools in flickering indigo flames. Impossible animals flocked closer to the pool, joined by a small boy. Oh, please do not, Phobee. I like him. He hears the colors in his waking hours. I am going to tell Pheus. If you don't wanna see him, do stay here and accept the rules of Zeus and his. That said, the multicolored man turned, rainbow-flecked feathers brushing against the leathery black of his brother's wing.
Icelus shook his head. You can work with him the next time he sleeps. I do what I am here to do. At some unseen signal, the flames turned from indigo to red, and huge red demons strode, crawled, slithered, and flew from within. The boy gave a startled cry, leapt upon a unicorn which had been drinking at the pool, and rode off into the distance at a breakneck pace. The demons followed, howling and gibbering. You don't really mean to ignore my counsel, do you?
Phantasus pulled open the silver door (it appeared to lead nowhere, as though one could reach the same spot by merely walking around it), and paused to look back at his brother. You do what you must. Why shouldn't I, likewise, do what I want? That said, he stepped through the door, and exploded into a cloud of butterflies and bubbles.
Icelus shook his head, looked back to where the unicorn had bucked its rider and the demons converged upon the boy, and sighed. The child would wake any moment, and his terrified screams would wake his parents. Icelus strode through the doorway, and when he vanished a cloud of deep smoke that smelled of brimstone drifted away and dissipated.
Pheus. Methinks we ought speak with our brother. Thus spoke the one of many colors, words heard only in the mind of his companion. His lips moved, but they did not match his words.
Really, Phantasus. It is likely it does not concern him. He is no longer of our pantheon, exactly, and you know the Olympians frown upon professional discussions with the competition. The dark one spoke in a like manner, though his lips moved not at all.
Ickeee.....Who cares what they think" We be naught of their ilk. 'sides, Pheus would want to know about this.
His brother sighed. I wish you would not call me that, Phantasus. Icelus, or Phoebtor if you must, please. As to this matter, I would think Morpheus already knows, if it concerns him.
Phantasus watched an ultraviolet bolt of lightning streak across the sky, igniting one of the pools in flickering indigo flames. Impossible animals flocked closer to the pool, joined by a small boy. Oh, please do not, Phobee. I like him. He hears the colors in his waking hours. I am going to tell Pheus. If you don't wanna see him, do stay here and accept the rules of Zeus and his. That said, the multicolored man turned, rainbow-flecked feathers brushing against the leathery black of his brother's wing.
Icelus shook his head. You can work with him the next time he sleeps. I do what I am here to do. At some unseen signal, the flames turned from indigo to red, and huge red demons strode, crawled, slithered, and flew from within. The boy gave a startled cry, leapt upon a unicorn which had been drinking at the pool, and rode off into the distance at a breakneck pace. The demons followed, howling and gibbering. You don't really mean to ignore my counsel, do you?
Phantasus pulled open the silver door (it appeared to lead nowhere, as though one could reach the same spot by merely walking around it), and paused to look back at his brother. You do what you must. Why shouldn't I, likewise, do what I want? That said, he stepped through the door, and exploded into a cloud of butterflies and bubbles.
Icelus shook his head, looked back to where the unicorn had bucked its rider and the demons converged upon the boy, and sighed. The child would wake any moment, and his terrified screams would wake his parents. Icelus strode through the doorway, and when he vanished a cloud of deep smoke that smelled of brimstone drifted away and dissipated.