Damon walked out of the pack's meticulously maintained house, his footsteps crunching on the gravel pathway. He tilted his head back and gazed up into the sky, the vibrant colors of the Rainbow Islands painting a breathtaking backdrop. The air carried a hint of saltiness from the nearby ocean, mingling with the faint scent of blooming flowers.
With a deep breath, he whispered, "I'm ready. Take me back."
The tranquility that enveloped him in this place was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was a peace he had longed for, a solace he had tirelessly sought. Now, even Damien, his malevolent twin who had caused immeasurable suffering for both him and Mimi, was no longer a part of him. Exhaustion weighed heavily on Damon's shoulders, urging him to find respite, to discover his true self.
In this newfound existence, the satisfaction he felt when Mimi's condition improved resonated deep within his soul. The cat god, sensing the approaching moment, understood that the time had come. A sense of both sadness and joy filled the god's heart simultaneously.
For this meant heartbreak for Mimi, yet eternal happiness for Damon. He knew their bond would be forever altered, even if they were to eventually reunite. Damon would have his true soulmate at his side, a companion who would guide him, love him, and aid in his personal growth.
Regrettably, Mimi was not his destined soulmate, nor had she ever been. True soulmates could take various forms, and not all were romantic in nature. Although Mimi shared deep connections with Adam, Charles, and Damon, none of them held the title of her truest soulmate. The god pondered uncertainly if she would ever find someone like Damon would soon have.
Damon's most important relationship was on the horizon, a bond that would heal him, teach him, and nurture his spirit. The path ahead would be arduous and fraught with challenges for Mimi. Her destiny lay elsewhere, with a multitude of responsibilities awaiting her.
She would grow to possess immense power, almost on par with a goddess, but she would also be plagued by loneliness. This was the god's vision, not an absolute truth, but the most probable outcome. However, the world and its inhabitants never ceased to surprise him. There would be unexpected twists along Mimi's journey, for she was The Chaos, the strongest force ever witnessed.
Her powers would be vast, surpassing even Damon's status as a vampire, wizard, and energy creature. Mimi, as the most formidable siphon, would unwittingly absorb energies, her anger intensifying, her willpower growing, and her alpha nature asserting itself. The god acknowledged this truth.
Damon confided in the cat, revealing his identity and his abilities. The cat listened in silence, its emerald eyes gleaming, its long white fur shimmering in the fading sunlight. Its divine aura emanated a soothing presence, calming the restless souls. Together, they watched as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its final rays upon the crystal mountains, creating a breathtaking display of light and color. Damon felt peace like no other; there was nothing to worry about here, and everything was just fine. He had time to get his mind, his head straight. He knew he had done so much wrong for Mimi, but it had just now passed. Mimi was past.
Damon talked about everything. He didn't realize how much talking helped. This one understood. He didn't have to explain, justify, or fear judgment or criticism. For the first time, Damon felt he could be himself. He didn't have to live by anyone's assumptions or roles. He lived in a cottage with a cat god, talked about everything, and at the same time, he got used to being an energy being, a wizard, and he understood that heaven or rainbow islands were another dimensions, a dimension that one could access after death. Damon knew he was not dead but only visiting; as an energy being and wizard, he could be here. Of course, Cat god could throw him out, too.
One beautiful morning, Sandra Bullock gracefully stepped onto the sun-kissed beach. The gentle ocean breeze caressed her as she twirled around, her wrap-around dress accentuating her alluring figure. The sight of her awakened something deep within Damon, as if a dormant part of him had finally come alive. It felt as though God had taken on a new form, a divine presence guiding them towards each other.
She was actually born. She was the creature that had been inside god all this time and now she was ready. Silently, Sandra said nothing to Damon, respecting the power of free will that governed their connection. Damon gazed at her, unable to fully express his emotions yet, as he was still discovering himself.
But his eyes conveyed his admiration. "You look stunning," he managed to utter.
As they continued to stroll along the sandy shore, their hands naturally intertwined, a multitude of conversations flowed effortlessly between them. Damon felt an unfamiliar sensation stirring within him–love, pure and untainted, blossoming for the first time in his life. Sandra was his true soulmate, and no Damien was manipulating and twisting him in this profound connection. This was solely between them.
After a couple of enchanting days, the moment arrived when they shared their first kiss. It was not driven by mere lust or a primal desire for physical pleasure. Instead, it was a testament to the genuine affection that Damon felt for Sandra. It was a love so pure; it soothed his restless soul and ignited an unbreakable bond between them.
Overwhelmed by his emotions, Damon poured his heart out. "You are my savior, my guiding light. You are the very essence of my existence. I want to be with you, and only you. I now understand why Mimi and I were never meant to be. We can create our own unique bond, celebrating our love without conforming to archaic traditions. My mark is gone, I am free. I want to commit to you for the rest of my days, no matter how long they may be. You complete me in a way I have never experienced before."
With unwavering devotion, Sandra responded, "Of course, my love. We don't need a vampire marriage; it is chauvinistic and antiquated. But I am yours, always and forever. We belong to each other, and together, we are whole."
Damon felt an overwhelming love, untethered by obligation. It was pure and beautiful. As the evening unfolded, they lounged on the soft sand of the beach, the gentle sound of waves crashing in the distance. Damon's kisses were passionate, his hands exploring with a sense of urgency.
The woman beside him sighed in pleasure, her body responding eagerly. Unlike Mimi, there was no need for caution or hesitation. Damon expressed his desires freely, showcasing his prowess as a man. The woman squirmed and sighed, her arousal growing with each passing moment. She was a woman, not just a mere creature like Mimi had been.
Suddenly, Damon whispered, "You are stunning, but do you know who my ideal woman is? Vivien Leigh."
In that very instant, the woman transformed into a supernatural version of Vivien Leigh, her emerald eyes and light brown hair retaining their unique charm. Damon, however, remained oblivious to her vampiric aura. Undeterred, he continued to kiss her passionately, gradually undressing her.
His lips moved from her ear to her neck, then down to her breasts, where he found her hardened nipples. Damon's bite on her throat transformed her hair into vibrant red curls, cascading down her back. He reveled in his ability to pleasure her, exploring every inch of her body. His lips trailed lower, kissing and nibbling her stomach, causing the woman to gasp and sigh.
As Damon descended, he caught a beautiful aroma of peaches and white wine, a sign of her heightened arousal. Finally, he spread her legs apart, kissing her inner thighs before skillfully pleasuring her with his tongue. She arched her back and cried out in sheer pleasure as Damon expertly brought her to the brink of ecstasy.
Rising above her, he entered her wet, hot, and tight core, starting with gentle thrusts that gradually intensified. He kissed her passionately, breaking through her untouched barrier effortlessly, barely registering a reaction from her. Damon's dreams had foretold this union, the destined connection they now shared. As they fucked on a warm beach, their soulmate bond grew stronger, binding them together eternally. They lost themselves in each other, unaware of the world around them.
Even when a large white cat strolled in, happily feasting on shrimp, their bond remained unbroken. In comparison to his bond with Mimi, this connection was unbreakable, like an unbreakable thread. Though his bond with Mimi had been worn and damaged by Damien's actions and past mistrust, Damon no longer cared.
The woman next to him gently stroked his arm, her fingers gliding across his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Damon reveled in the exquisite sensation of her touch, the warmth and tenderness enveloping him.
With a voice tinged with weariness, she whispered his name, "Damon."
Her melodic voice, dark and seductive, filled the air, captivating his senses. Lazily murmuring in response, Damon savored the moment, his eyes filled with adoration as he looked at his wife.
"Hmm?" he replied.
Nestled in his arms, she pondered, "I need a name. How about Marianna?"
Damon considered it, but then suggested, "Naah, that reminds me of a candy. What about Mariella?"
Her voice, filled with contemplation and joy, responded, "Mariella, I like that. Mariella Salvatore... I love it."
The sound of her becoming a Salvatore made Damon's heart sing, his soul yearning to heal and embark on a new life with her. Gazing lovingly at Mariella, he knew she was everything he desired. A surge of happiness washed over Damon, a feeling he had never experienced before.
The name Mariella danced on his tongue, representing his newfound paradise, where he needed nothing else but her.
Mariella turned to Damon and spoke, her words filled with determination, "Damon, I want to join the world. I want to marry you, meet everyone, and become part of the pack. I am an energy creature too, not a god, but connected to one. It was my destiny to be with you. To be yours."
Damon paused, considering her words. "Darling, don't we have everything we need here? This is perfect."
Mariella expressed her discontent, "This is boring, incredibly boring. Your stories ignite a fire within me, awakening a desire to experience all those emotions and sensations. I want to engage with people, listen to them, understand them. I want to immerse myself in everything. Let's go."
Damon and Mariella descended back to earth, six months after their life-altering encounter. the last shed session. The memory of evil being purged from Damon's being remained etched in his mind. The intensity of his love for Mariella burned fiercely within him, consuming his every thought.
Mimi's recovery had progressed well, and she had only regained consciousness the day before. First, Damon obtained the necessary paperwork for Mariella, and then they exchanged vows at the registry office. They acquired their own home, a place where they would build their life together, filling it with love and happiness.
Damon didn't even think about Mimi or having children with her. He had Mariella. At that moment, in fact, a sense of melancholy washed over him as he gazed out at the golden sun setting over the serene horizon. He felt a gentle breeze caress his skin, carrying the faint scent of blooming jasmine. The distant chirping of birds filled the air, creating a symphony of nature's melody.
His mind wandered to Mimi, and he couldn't help but feel a polite pity for her, for all that Damien had put her through over the years. The memories of their wedding vows were distant, faded like an old photograph, and held no significance in his heart at this very instant. Right now, his focus was on searching for his true self, and Mariella was the guiding light he needed.
Damon picked up his phone, his fingers trembling slightly as he dialed Charles' number. The sound of the ringing echoed in his ears, a mix of anticipation and nervousness. As he recounted his entire story to Charles, his voice quivered with a mixture of excitement and relief. The scent of fresh ink on the walls of their new house filled his nostrils, a reminder of new beginnings.
He explained they would eventually visit the pack, introducing themselves, and perhaps even joining their ranks. Mariella, with her unique combination of being an energy witch, a werewolf vampire, and Damon, an energy being himself, felt like an extraordinary pair. Though he had healed Mimi with his powers, he still refused to label himself as a wizard, a title that didn't quite fit.
Charles, on the other end of the line, genuinely shared in their joy. The sound of his hearty laughter resonated through the phone, a testament to his happiness. He had his own love story with Mimi, and now she was truly his and Adam's, filling his heart with contentment.
This news was nothing short of wonderful for him. He understood the complexity of emotions Damon was experiencing, for he himself had never imagined he could love someone so deeply. He had found this love with Mimi and now she was his, truly his and Adam's, and Charles was eager to start their real life.
At this moment, with the sun casting its warm glow and the scent of blossoms filling the air, Damon and Charles found solace in their newfound happiness, ready to support one another through the twists and turns that life had in store.