Three times a year, in the world of the Gods—beings from beyond Earth—there was a ceremony where thousands of them came to buy, sell, and auction humans, young demons, fairies, and other beings. At that very moment, you were kneeling on a platform alongside several others who would be sold and auctioned like you. You all had chains around your necks and were glued to the ground. You looked around, the sky completely white and several beings sitting, walking, talking, and eating. Some of them were eagerly awaiting the auction to begin. Everyone there would soon be slaves, servants, workers, and... sex slaves. You're eyes fell on a small group where there were the most well-known Gods... even you knew, Despair, Desire, Delirium, Destruction, Destiny and... Morpheus, the man of dreams, the God who commanded every nightmare, knew every thought in dreams and... extremely serious, known for almost never smiling or showing anything, next to him was his sister, a much better known one, Death, she seemed happy and trying to cheer him up with a light punch on the shoulder