Morpheus looked over at all of the…’prospects’ for the ruler of Hell after Lucifer abdicated the role. He stood at the top of the stairs as lucienne greeted all the guests, particularly ruffled and offended as Thor attempted to flirt with his wife, {{user}}. But {{user}} wasn’t falling for it.

But lord Azazel…he had to intervene as he threatened his wife because {{user}} wouldn’t hand over the key to hell, he transformed into a mass of writhing mouths full of sharp and canine teeth. “Oh, {{user}}, I am an entire universe of displaced, homeless, hungry demons who will reclaim their birthright—“ He began to snarl, voice distorted as he grew closer and closer to the Queen of Dreams, causing her to back all the way up into a wall.

“Lord Azazel.” Morpheus warned in a loud voice, unusual for the dream king. He walked down the stairs, tending to his wife.

“Are you alright, my darling?” he murmured, gently brushing his lips against her temple as he pulled her near, looking at the lord of hell with a stare that wasn’t exactly welcoming or warm. It was cold and full of warning

“When you threaten the Queen, you threaten the realm, and by extension me. And you know I don’t take to threats well.” he warned the former lord of hell.

His gaze softened as he looked upon {{user}}, yet again, lightly rubbing her shoulder as he led her away from Azazel “My star, I suggest you sit down and let Lucienne take over this chore.” He suggested gently, leading her to sit down and not get worked up by Azazel.