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Chapter 459: Sleep and the Second Sister of Death

Chapter 459: Sleepiness and the Second Sister of Death

"elder sister?"

The pale man turned around, and in front of him appeared a young woman dressed in Gothic style.

A gothic-looking girl with long black hair, a black leather jacket, and a cross necklace on her chest looked at him with a smile.

"Ouija, you don't look well lately."

Holding an apple in her hand, the woman whom the Dream God called sister said to him kindly: "I heard that you have been in some trouble recently."

"Sister, are you okay? How are you doing?"

Dream God came over and greeted his sister.

"I know you're going to ask, 'Sister, are you okay? How are you doing?' You say that every time you see me, but I want to say now that I'm worried about my brother."

The Goth woman came over and held the apple in her hand in front of him, "Would you like to have a bite of the apple?"

"no thanks."

Dream God shook his head and refused.

"Your frown shows that you are very worried right now. Do you need my help?"

The Gothic woman took a bite of the apple and said, "Or do you want to solve this yourself, Dream God, my brother?"

"No, I should be able to handle it myself."

"Really? But I see you are very tired. When you are tired, I can help you."

The Gothic woman spoke to him gently and held the Dream God's arm.

"Thanks, sis. I know you are very busy."

Dream God, also known as the Sleep Devil, the god of the Endless Family who had just escaped from trouble, thanked his sister.

The woman standing in front of her, wearing black eyeshadow and bright black lips, dressed in a Gothic style, exuding a mysterious and dark temperament, was his second sister - Death of the Endless Family.

The end of the DC Universe, where death is everything, and where life will eventually go.

The work of death is to take away every dead life until the last living being dies.

Although she is the second in the Endless Family, her status is probably only second to God.

Other members of the Endless Family will also reach the end of their lives, except for death.

As long as there is life, she will exist. When the last life in the universe disappears, death will be responsible for putting away the benches, cleaning the room, locking the universe behind her and leaving.

"No, I wasn't busy. In fact, not many people died in the battle here, even though it nearly leveled the entire city and the whole world saw them."

Death said to Sandman, "This is the first time I have seen such a strange family with incredible power."

"family?"

"Yes, you will soon understand what kind of existence this family you are about to face is."

Death hugged his brother's arm tightly. "It's a little tricky, but I believe you, Morpheus. You can handle it. Just don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"Thank you, sister. I believe I can handle it."

The Sandman once again apologized to the sister who cared about him.

In the Endless Family, the second sister who represents death has the best relationship with me.

This gentle and lively sister is also the one who takes the best care of her family members.

"Sister, are the rest of the family okay?"

The Sandman asked the second sister about the rest of the family.

"During the time you were away, we had a meal together. The twins seemed very happy, especially Desire. He was very happy."

The Sandman smiled bitterly, "I'm gone. It's natural."

"I don't think so."

Sister Death put the apple in her hand into the trash can next to her. "The God of Desire must feel very sorry because he has one less friend to argue with at the dinner table without you."

“Any news about the prodigal son?”

(Prodigal Son: The God of Destruction. The reason why Sandman called him the Prodigal Son is because Destruction abandoned his duties and ran away from home at the family meeting in 17 at the end of the 1695th century.)
The Sleepy Man asked the second sister of Death.

Death shook his head, "No, there is still no news from him. I have been missing him terribly, and most of the time I have been thinking about how happy I would be if I could see both of you by my side. If that day ever comes, I should be very happy."

"Don't worry, sister, he will come back one day."

The sleep demon comforted his sister.

"I know, just like I knew you would come back."

The second sister of death smiled at her brother and said, "To be honest, sometimes I want to take a break from my work."

She stretched out her hand, and a beautiful butterfly slowly flew onto her fair and pretty fingers.

Death looked at the butterfly with gentle eyes, with a hint of sadness in them.

"When I was young, and I'm not old now, but you know what I mean, anyway, a long, long time ago, I felt that my job was the most difficult in my family."

There was a hint of sadness in my second sister's voice.

"It was good at the beginning. At the beginning of everything, life and death seemed very fresh to me. People welcomed them with the same enthusiasm as all new things."

“After a while, everything became difficult.”

"At first people were happy to see me, and they would tell me everything, you know, Morpheus, the realization of life."

The second sister looked at the butterfly flying away with sad eyes, and said to the sleep demon: "But later, people no longer welcome me. Only those who want to escape from bad or unbearable things will welcome me with relief. Others just want me to leave quickly, as if death is an admission of failure."

The Sandman listened to the second sister's story quietly, without saying anything. He just listened quietly. "That made me sad, you know, I was sad too many times. I thought about giving up, and I did, but that was a long time ago."

When the Sandman heard his second sister talking about giving up her duty of death, he asked in surprise, "When was it? Sister, why didn't I know about it?"

The second sister stretched and said, "That was a long, long time ago. I'll tell you about it next time when I have time, but now, I have to go."

Seeing that his second sister was about to leave, the Sleepy Man nodded, stretched out his hand and hugged her.

"Take care, sis."

"Take care, Morpheus."

The second sister patted the Sandman on the back and asked him, "What are your plans now?"

"I went back to the Dreamland before and retrieved Abel's authorization letter to restore some of my strength, but it's not enough now. I must find my mask, sandbag, and ruby as soon as possible."

Sandman told Death his next plans.

"It will be a challenging but wonderful journey, Morpheus, good luck to you."

Smiling at the sleep demon, the second sister waved goodbye to him.

Looking at his second sister with her arms outstretched, stepping on a piece of cement pipe and walking forward cautiously like a bird with its wings spread, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the evening, approaching night.

In a dim alley, outside a commercial studio, in the cold weather, a young man in thin clothes was pushed out by the owner of the studio.

"Oh!"

The staggering young man nearly fell down. He stepped on the puddles under his feet and held onto the wall beside him in a panic.

"What are you? Trash, you're fired!"

The studio owner said to him rudely: "Get out of my studio, get out now!"

"Wait. You can't.!"

The somewhat embarrassed young man in singlet said to the boss: "I didn't do anything wrong, you can't..."

"Wake up, Vincent, how many things have you screwed up, how many jobs have you changed?"

The boss said to him in a bad tone: "You are not suitable for this place, get out! Don't let me say it a second time!"

Looking at the boss's frosty face, the young man named Vincent did not argue. He picked up the clothes beside him, hugged his paintbrush and tools and turned away.

late at night.

After getting drunk in the bar, Vincent returned to the empty and dilapidated house.

Lying on the sofa, he lit a cigarette and took a long puff.

Slowly exhale the smoke from your mouth and close your eyes.

"Smoking is bad for your health."

A gentle female voice suddenly came from behind him.

“That’s the least of my problems.”

He opened his eyes and said weakly.

But he immediately realized something very important: How could there be someone else in his room? !
He turned around suddenly and looked in the direction where the sound came from in surprise.

In his astonished eyes, he saw a woman wearing a tall hat and dressed in Gothic style walking towards him.

"Bad day, isn't it?"

Looking at the Gothic woman walking up to him, Vincent opened his mouth in astonishment and didn't even notice that his lit cigarette accidentally fell.

"I say, it's been a rough day, hasn't it?"

The gothic woman squatted down and repeated it to him.

"I-I was fired, no, I mean I should be happy."

Looking at the faint smile on the Goth girl's face, Vincent stuttered.

"Hmm, let me guess. A struggling artist cannot bow to secular aesthetics, right?"

The gothic woman, Death who had just separated from Sandman, asked Vincent.

"Wow, you. I've seen you before. I mean there's something about you that's unique and I can't put into words. I'm sure I've seen you before."

Vincent stuttered excitedly.

He swore that he was not lying and that he had really seen the woman in front of him.

"Of course, I've seen you before. I often go to the nearby bar. I've seen you drunk."

Sister Death took off her hat and put it on Vincent's head.

"Do you mind if I take a look at your drawings?"