Chapter 459: Sleep Demon and Second Sister of Death

"elder sister?"

The pale man turned his head, and what appeared in front of him was a young woman dressed as a goth.

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

"Dream God, you don't seem to be doing well lately."

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

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

Dream God came over and greeted his sister.

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

The Gothic woman came over and held out the apple in her hand to him, "Would you like to take a bite of the apple?"

"no thanks."

The Dream God shook his head and refused.

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

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

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

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

The Gothic woman said to him gently, and reached out to hold the dream god's arm.

"Thank you, sister. I know you are very busy."

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

Standing in front of her, wearing black eye shadow and glossy black lips in a gothic style, the woman who exudes a mysterious and dark temperament is his second sister - the death of the endless family.

The end of the DC universe, death is everything, and it is also where life will end.

Death's job is to take away every dead life until the last living thing dies.

Although she ranks second in the Endless Family, her status is probably only lower than God.

Other members of the Endless Family will also come to the end of their lives, except death.

As long as life exists, she will exist. When the last life in the universe dies, death will be responsible for putting away the bench, cleaning the room, locking the universe behind it and leaving.

"No, I'm not busy. In fact, not many people died in the battle here, although the battle almost razed the entire city to the ground, and the whole world saw them."

"Death" said to the Sandman: "This is the first time I have seen such a strange and incredibly powerful family."

"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, "Although it is a bit tricky, I believe you, Morpheus, you can solve all this, as long as you don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"Thank you, sister, I believe I can solve it myself."

Sandman once again apologized to this sister who cared about him.

Among the endless family, the second sister who represents death has the best relationship with him.

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

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

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

"During your absence, we had a dinner together. The twins seemed very happy, especially Desire. He was very happy."

Sandman smiled bitterly, "I'm no longer here, it's natural."

"I don't think so."

"Death", the second sister, put the apple in her hand into the trash can next to her, "The God of Desire should feel quite sorry, because with your absence, he has one less friend to quarrel with at the dinner table."

"Any news about the prodigal son?"

(The Prodigal Son: The God of Destruction. The Sandman called him the Prodigal Son because Destruction gave up his responsibilities and ran away from home at the family meeting in 1695 at the end of the 17th century.)

Sandman asked the second sister of Death.

Death shook his head, "No, he still has no news. I have been missing him very much. Most of the time I am thinking, if I can see you both by my side, if that day comes, I should be very happy." happy."

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

Sandman comforted his sister.

"I know, like I know you'll be back."

The second sister Death smiled at her younger brother, "To be honest, sometimes I want to put down my work and take a break."

She stretched out her hand, and on her beautiful white fingers, a beautiful butterfly slowly flew to it.

Death looks at the butterfly with its gentle eyes, with a hint of sadness in it.

"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 one in my family."

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

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

"After a while, it all became difficult."

"People were happy to meet me at first and they would tell me everything about, you know, Morpheus, the realization of life."

The second sister watched the butterfly fly away with sad eyes and said to the Sandman: "But later, people no longer welcomed me. Only those who wanted to escape from bad or unbearable things would welcome me with relief. Others only welcomed me. Wishing me to leave quickly, as if death were an admission of failure."

The Sandman quietly listened to the second sister's story without speaking. He was just a quiet listener.

"It made me sad, you know, I mean I was sad so much that I thought about quitting, which I did, but that was a long time ago."

Sandman heard his second sister talk about giving up the responsibility of death, and asked him in surprise: "When was it? Sister, why didn't I know?"

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

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

"Take care, sister."

"Take care, Morpheus."

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

"I went back to the Dream Kingdom before and recovered Abel's power of attorney to regain some of my power, but it's not enough now. I must find my mask, sandbags and rubies as soon as possible."

Sandman told Death his next plan.

"That must be a challenging but extraordinary journey, Morpheus, I wish you good luck."

Smiling at Sandman, the second sister waved goodbye to him.

Seeing the second sister spreading her arms, stepping on a cement pipe, and walking forward cautiously like a bird with open wings, a smile appeared on his lips.

In the evening, near night time.

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

"Bang!"

The staggering young man almost fell down and stepped on the water under his feet. He awkwardly held on to the wall next to him.

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

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

"Wait. You can't.!"

A little embarrassed, the young man in single clothes said to the boss: "I didn't make any mistake, you can't"

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

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

Looking at the boss's frost-covered face, the young man named Vincent didn't argue. He picked up the clothes beside him, turned around and left with his brush tool in his arms.

late at night.

After getting drunk at the bar, Vincent returned to the empty shabby house.

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

Slowly blow out the smoke from your mouth and close your eyes.

"Smoking is not good for your health."

A gentle female voice suddenly came from behind him.

"That's the least of my problems."

Opening his eyes, he said feebly.

But immediately he realized something very important: Why was there someone else in his room? !

He turned around suddenly and looked in the direction of the sound in surprise.

In his shocked eyes, he saw a woman wearing a high 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 wide in shock, not even noticing that he accidentally dropped the lit cigarette.

"I said, you had a bad day, didn't you?"

The Gothic-style woman squatted down and repeated to him.

"I got fired, no, I mean I should be happy."

Seeing the faint smile on the Goth girl's face, Vincent stammered.

"Hmm, let me guess, a struggling artist cannot bow to worldly aesthetics, right?"

The gothic-style woman, the "Death" who had just separated from the Sandman, asked Vincent.

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

Vincent stammered 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 too. I often go to nearby bars. I've seen you drunk."

The second sister Death took off her hat and put it on Vincent's head.

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

The second sister asked Xiang Vincent.

"Of course you can."

Vincent has now completely forgotten how the other party entered his home.

He quickly stood up and guided the other person to his painting.

In the small room, there were many oil paintings, filling the whole room.