31. Moment Of Peace.

Damon was in shock. He'd done it again and so badly that Mimi got blisters when he touched her. No, he had to go away. He would only hurt Mimi, and he couldn't bear to see how weak Mimi was. He told Charles and Adam where to find Mimi, got in his car, and drove far, far away.

If he did so badly, then he couldn't put Mimi right now, and it broke something inside of him, and he could feel how the volcano was somehow pleased with the situation. Now, he didn't know if Mimi would ever put up with his touch again, and the thought of never being able to help or take care of Mimi again felt incredibly cruel.

He had gone in, again when he had gotten a grip on himself, intention to carry her to medbay where he had preserved supplies already, but he could not help her because she was allergic to him. He had again only faint memories of the entire session, over ten weeks, or pure torture and a feeling of pleasure that felt so freaking wrong. he was a monster, broken, not able to do anymore what made his soul sing and he just bear to think what would future hold to them. 

He would not want to be awake then. He decided that if that reaction continued, he would go into the coffin, let himself wither there, and leave instructions on where he should be hidden. Oh, if only there was a dagger he could use to render himself harmless. But that dagger, all those pointy things in that damn tv series, and travelers, etc had been pure fiction. No magic dagger could suck someone's soul and torment it.

He was horrified still. Mimi was his everything, had been all the time, and even his core was not so horrified. He was. He knew that he had parts. The core, himself, volcano, and sometimes it felt like there were more pieces of him too. Some of them felt alien but gave him feelings, memories that he was not actually sure were his.

He had accepted over decades and centuries as these feelings and memories. His splitness had become more pronounced that it was just because he was ancient. No mind can keep it together over centuries and there will be sides and parts in his minds. Considering all of his horrible experiences being tortured by women, he thought that the volcano had stemmed there. He had some sort of need to hurt women as they had hurt him. 

He pondered different ways to control himself, but more so control the volcano because somehow he had not gotten decent overhand on it like he had once had, and if something could weaken it, anything at all so he may get himself feeling more powerful and then he could focus on pushing volcano back down again.

He called it a volcano because it felt like a volcano of pure evilness would explode in his mind, overcoming like hot lava, his reason, his goodness and leaving only burning ruins behind it, like all the goodness and decency were burned by it like Pompeii. He was Italian, so he had his metaphors to think of.

He called Dresden because he had told him that there were ways to control and help him, maybe if the need arose and now the need had arisen badly, too. He texted him and Dresden gave his location. He had a lair nearby, so there were supplies if needed. So he set out to drive to Dresden and got there. He sighed as he exited the car. There had to be a way to do this. He could not survive without Mimi.

He went to Dresden and said, " Is there any way you can control the volcano? I went overboard, did over ten weeks' session, and now Mimi is allergic to me. I wished to help her, but she screamed in pain as I touched her so there was nothing I could do to her. No dental substances because those are now poison to her. "

Dresden nodded and said, "I can, but the volcano has to be present and in good condition. Can you handle it? I can make a spell that keeps you immobile, but you must keep a volcano up front, fully out."

Damon nodded. He said, "No problem, it is already too strong already almost me to control and I hope this will help me some." 

Dresden explained that he has found the witches that will blow up Damon's mind and the volcano so that the volcano is not whole, but is usually sucked into the place where it should be.

Dresden had his own suspicions that the volcano was its own creature and this might not be a permanent solution, but this would blow up the volcano, too. One possible outcome was maybe they, Damon, and Damien would merge, and become one creature but the more likely scenario was that both of them stayed their own creatures and their mind would come back but if there was something that did not belong there, this would shake it out.

Damon was a telepath so Dresden suspected he might suck parts of others in his mind when he had used his telepathy and that can one thing that made him feel weak and confused, especially if Damien had noticed that and used those pieces against Damon too. 

Dresden had a strong cage, and Damon went into it. Then he let the volcano come out, and Dresden sent a message that he was ready. Damien woke up. Or was pushed to the surface, and he was confused. He had no idea what was going to happen, and he noticed he was in a cage, and could not get out.

Dresden stood there, looking at him with a violet crystal in his hand, and said, "I know you are your own creature. This crystal proves it. However, you have manipulated everyone to think that you are just part of Damon. I know otherwise. But since you want everyone to think that you are just part of Damon, well you soon be, not permanently but sometimes, and there is nothing you to do than try to pull yourself back to the whole and it will keep you busy enough so you are not pestering and manipulating Damon all the time."

Damien said, "You know, wizard, one day you will feel my wrath, meaning I have allies and you will be out of business for a long time. I can promise you that."

Dresden did not even raise an eyebrow. He was just amused and said, "Well, it was good to talk to you, in a while. It might be some time before you can feel whole again." 

Damien felt threatened for the first time in his life, or for a long time. He remembered this feeling that something bad was gonna happen; he had lain in his bed, sick, his mom sitting next to him, trying to help him, but he had felt this darkness coming more and more, taking him away from his mom and he had been so scared.

That feeling was the last thing that Damien could understand as his mind blew up in fragments, along with Damon's. Slowly, the pieces started to pull near each other, uniting. It would take time for their minds to be fully whole again, but there were now pieces of this intricate puzzle that did not belong. Those were extra.

Damon felt his mind explode into little pieces, too. He could feel a volcano exploding too and that was his last happy thought, "Gotcha." and then nothing.

Damon sat now bottom of the cage, not moving, breathing but not talking, just staring blankly in front of him. He would get back together, but it would take some time and he would need someone strong to look after him and his bloodlust, so Dresden called Nick and Elias to take Damon in and see if it would be any help. Only time would tell if an explosion had been successful and if there had been any benefit to that.

Dresden sat by his comfy chair, looking at the fire, and then glancing next to him. In another chair, there was a sitting little red cat. She had white too, her fur was spotted, her nose a little darker pink, and she was tiny.

Dresden said to that cat, "I did like you asked. I did not tell him anything or show him proof. I really hope that you know what you are doing. It would help Damon so much to know that Damien exists."

Cat rose up, jumped up on Dresden's lap, and started to wash him. Her tiny pink tongue was rough, and she was persistent.

Dresden heard this voice in his mind, "Much bad will happen, very bad, but in order for the future to unfold before us, these must happen. If Damon would know about Damien, those would not happen but the future, but there would not be a future not 40-50 years from now, so they must suffer today in order to save tomorrow. You have your role, I have mine, and the balance must be kept."

Cat washed his face, his hair, almost so long that his face was stinging and the cat's breath was nothing nice. It stank but somehow, Dresden did not resist but let this divine creature wash him. After a while, the cat was happy, jumped onto the chair next to Dresden, curled up to sleep, and then just faded away. Only red hairs on Dresden's clothes were the only visible evidence she had ever been there. 

Dresden sat there, thinking about all that had happened. That cat had found him or come to him a few years ago when sessions had become rougher and she had given him advice. She was one of Cat God's divine messengers, just a piece of heaven. She was so tiny too, and she had made Dresden do quite peculiar things too, spells and potions for the future, and for many of them had used those herbs that Mimi had brought on her world-saving gigs. Dresden did not know what the future would bring forth. It was not to him to know. 

He took again his notebook and read what this tiny creature had told him. It was yet again, one prophecy and why they got them. Dresden did not know if it was just the humor of the god to give a little preview of what was to come or if he should try to prevent this or make this possible. 

"The Chosen One will be distraught, but she must not succumb to darkness. There will be one who loves her, one who saves her, one who protects her, one who obeys her, one who heals her, one who teaches her. She must be born again, and only through her dark time she will be stronger. Her family must grow, and she must face her past, her future, and her love, too. If her soul reacts wrong, she is lost, and she will not be anymore, but only the fourth will save her. His love will be enough, for him to be born again, and by that love, she can be again. Her soul will mend her, but her love, the fourth, will not be gone. He will be permanent. The guardian must face a new future and allow the chosen one to love. She must learn to love, too. This must be told to the pack as the moon is thrice full after the birth of twins of liberation."

Dresden did not know about what this told him. About the future, Mimi's future and if he read this right, she would have not much better time future than now. Only time would tell and Dresden stood up, and put his notebook in a safe place, remembering every word and somehow knowing that he would recognize when those things would happen. Until then, all he could do was wait and see, and help where he could.