Hello this is Joseph, it has been a couple of chapters since I have put a author's note in the forward. The primary reason for this is because I believe that when over done they come across as quite pretentious. Anyways thanks to those who have reviewed, all criticism has been taken into account, and from this point forth I will definitely try and be more diligent in my updating. Let's draw this bitch to a conclusion eh? Just not this chapter. Oh primary reason for the author's note, the introduction of Desire in the last chapter is not an OC s/he is one of the seven Endless from Neil Gaiman's Sandman comics released through Vertigo (a subsidiary of DC). Morpheus from Sandman makes a guest appearance in this chapter.

"I am out on a limb which is broken, hanging
abundance of nightmares, my last words
"I shall fuck myself to death
I shall fuck myself to death
I shall fuck myself to death"
so says the wise man, blind man
god devil, god devil, god damn the hand that feeds me
I am waiting, I have waited, ever waiting for the end."

-Rozz Williams & Eva O "Zaned People"

Lost in timelessness, pleasure without body, light without sight Beast Boy cannot exactly remember who he is. He understands that at one point he did have an identity, but he is not sure what it was. When placed against the shining Oblivion that he was thrust into after descending into Raven his identity his ego seems so small, so fragile. To Beast Boy it is almost as if all of his previous perceptions were an eggshell against a bigger reality. Trapped in a world that makes no sense outside of the waves of lust and satiation Beast Boy is incandescent and afraid. Fever dreams for the dying.

And then he begins to take shape again, the first thing he is aware of is his cock, but the less base aspects of his being soon come to realizition. As his hands and arms begin to form before his astral eyes he loses his erection. He has never been so happy to be flacid in his entire life.

Through the brilliant shining haze a hand reaches for him, a voice calls his name a voice that is strong yet compassionate. Beast Boy knows that whoever that voice belongs to wishes him no ill will, in fact he knows that the voice is his salvation. The remolding of his dreamscape, the reassertion of his body into existence seem to be dependent on whoever the voice and hand belong to. Beast Boy wills himself to reach for the hand, he feels worlds away and through some cruel spatial distortion in a place where space makes no sense the hand seems to drift further away.

He continues to will himself towards it, drawing a resevoirs of mental fortitude the green prankster never knew he had. He begins to remember who he is, to remember his time in the Doom Patrol, his time with the Titans, his unfailing love for the half-demon Raven. These things give his dream body substance, they give him strength, he strains forward some more.

Success!!

Beast Boy's green hand closes around the white hand and with a rush he is pulled from this place of carnal brilliance. He is now in an exotic forest, he looks up at the face of his saviour. His saviour is terrible and beautiful at the same time, he looks like a cross of Robert Smith from the Cure and the Anglo Jesus Christ, yet he has no beard. The man's features are gaunt yet strong, his chin and cheek bones point down in graceful, dynamic slants. His eyes burn inside his skull like two supernovas. The man's eyes show Beast Boy how old he really is, how wise he really is, and how powerful he really is, and Beast Boy can tell that this strange being is lacking in none of those areas.

"I am Dream of the Endless," the magnificent creature says releasing Beast Boy's hand, "But you may call me Morpheus. You were trapped in a incubus dream, one that brings pleasure at the price of your spirit."

Beast Boy falls to his knees he feels weak all over, "Thank you so much for saving me from it Morpheus." he manages to say.

Morpheus smiles slightly, his small smile is charming. "The incubi are invaders in my kingdom," he says, " fiends created by my sister/brother Desire and beings from the Darker Realms. Desire of course created them merely to harass me, as s/he seems to enjoy doing. We have had a rivalry before even the earliest gods were dreamt up by the first homosapians."

Beast Boy struggles to his feet and appraises Morpheus, he is still in as much awe of this powerful entity as he was when he first met him. Deep down inside that seeing Morpheus will never allow him to be the same. Garbed in a black cloak of fire and stars, and tall, Morpheus seems greater than the gods, which he is. Beast Boy does not know it, but the only beings that have more power than Morpheus are Lucifer Morningstar and the host of hosts, the god of gods.

Although he is no longer in immediate danger from the incubus dream Beast Boy is still confused, terribly confused, he is so dumb struck in awe of Morpheus that he cannot fully assess his situation or what he was doing before he was dreaming. The life that he had once led, and is still leading seems so far away from Beast Boy right now.

"You are under a curse Beast Boy, a curse that will ruin your waking life and attract incubi and other such fiends of lust to you." Morpheus says, he is no longer looking at Beast Boy but looking up at the night sky hanging above the canopy of foliage. "Raven is under the same curse, and Cyborg will soon find himself completely under it's control also.

"You are couragous though, and your heart is pure, you will be able to combat the agents of Desire. For what are desires, but cheap imitations of dreams?"

Morpheus reaches his hand towards the strange and alien constellations in the sky. He grabs a star and and brings it towards himself, he holds the shining object in his hand and close to his heart. "I'm going to give you a gift."

Beast Boy holds out his hands and Morpheus places the glowing object into them.

Without warning Beast Boy is catapulted into wakefullness as distance grows between him and the kingdom of dreams he can hear Morpheus speaking to him. All that Morpheus says is:

"Farewell hero, and good luck."