Divine Blood

Metas looked through the thick trees and saw various visions of a whole bunch of different couples. Somehow, they felt very familiar, but he didn't say anything. He had been walking with Lilith for what felt like a very long time, and his feet were becoming heavy.

"We're almost to the fountain, little one. How are you feeling?" the goddess of stars asked with a scholarly-like curiosity.

"Worried. If Myranda has already woken up and has seen the state of her sister, she may be resentful of me. I promised I'd keep her safe, too. I feel as responsible for Syrana as I do for Mandy..." he admitted with a shattered sigh as his lungs stretched and strained with use.

"Syrana has her own mate to care for her. You always take on too much responsibility - even now. I worry for you, Metas. I feel as though there is another soul absolutely perfect for you. One better than Myranda. It's been five thousand years, and we're still having the same conversation. Why not learn something new?" Lilith asked and looked at him like a doting, but overbearing mother.

"Why? I don't want that. Why do you ask so much?" he asked as she started to aggravate him a little.

"I love you, my little pup - that's why. You mean a lot to me, and your happiness is paramount. Growing would be a bonus, but happiness is my main goal for you. She puts so much strain on your soul. How about a more nurturing soul who will warm you instead of leave you so alone with so much weight? One who will help you with your burdens instead of adding onto them..."

"She didn't do anything like that, Lilith. The things she had to endure before meeting me formed her opinion into the way it did. I can't hold that against her. Since she's been with me, I've felt whole and strong. She is the very fire I crave. Please, I ask you respectfully my Goddess, don't try to sway me again," Metas said firmly.

Lilith chuckled with amusement and nodded, "as you wish, little sun spot."

Metas' anger started to settle the longer they walked, and soon he saw the thick trees start to thin and separate so that he could see a fountain come into view where he saw what seemed to be an exact opposite of Lilith's body, with skin of night black, and clothing of moon white.

"Ah, there is Ophelia. My better half," Lilith said with a smile.

Metas didn't care about anything she had to say - but it wasn't out of disrespect. He was merely focused on looking for Myranda. Somehow his feet became lighter which pushed him into a fast run in hopes it would bring her into focus quicker.

Lilith smiled a little as she watched Metas jet off into the distance. She stopped her walk to watch him finally reunite with the female wolf he loved so very much. While she herself didn't approve of their match - as she had said before, his happiness was what meant most to her.

When Myranda and Metas finally did meet, he picked her up and spun her around with joy, and squeezed her tightly to him so that she couldn't fly away.

"My love, my mate, my Luna..." he cried happily into her very soul and showered her face with kisses.

"Metas! My Alpha, my soul, my strength. I feel as though I am whole again. Thank you for coming back for me," Myranda sobbed and tightened her hold around him.

"Leaving you behind is not something I want to do ever again. Will you go back with me? Even if we die, will you still fight by my side?" Metas asked with urgency.

"I'd never let you fight alone. As long as I am with you - you will do nothing alone. Let's go back and finish what you started," Myranda said with a sing-song to her words as though they were going back to paradise.

"I love you eternally," Metas whispered into her ear and felt a lovely heat radiate around him. Not like fire - but a sunny day where his coat could soak up the rays of the sun to keep him warm.

"and my love for you is eternal," Myranda repeated back to him and smiled as she felt as though a nice warm pastry were enveloping her like a cozy blanket.

Just as she had come, Myranda was finding herself lost in a blinding white light that faded into a dream.

Ophelia and Lilith joined hands and watched as the light of their spirits meld together and fade away into mortality once more.

"Did you pester him about leaving her again?" Ophelia asked with a hint of knowing in her tone.

"..A little.. he may have gotten upset with me," Lilith replied truthfully and squeezed Ophelia's hand.

"He does every time. Let it be. He's chosen his soulmate. Accept it - and trust our son's judgement. One day, he will take our place with Myranda at his side. In this, I am most confident" Ophelia answered with a trill to her voice.

Lilith just smiled and leaned into Ophelia's shoulder as they watched the world glitter below them like a ball of shattered glass as all the souls who resided there flowed with magic and life.