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The sun was setting in the east. Night would soon blanket the land in it's darkness. And the harvest moon will be at it's fullest illuminating Beacon Hills in it's ethereal glow. A harsh winter was set the small town this time around. Although that was not the main reason why Alpha Derek Hale finds himself readily standing before the alter of their great Deity within the Temple of the Spark.Their Deity or the Spark commands the night and all of it inhabitants. Including that of the Weres, every kind in existence. As well as all magic users. The Spark is the embodiment Supernatural life. It is why the Deity holds reign over everything unnatural to the whims of Mortals. And since the dawn of the Spark's time, the Deity has done everything within it power to protect that of which it holds dear from the displeasing Mortals who call themselves Hunters.Even though the Spark is not truly supposed to interfere with Mortal nor Supernatural lives by the order of the High Deity. Though, contrary to this, the Spark was allowed to take his pick of the creatures inhabiting the world as a Spouse and manipulate everything whatever the Deity felt like it until a candidate is chosen. And only when the Deity has found one of absolute value can the Spark no longer mettle in Mortal affairs ever again.The Alpha's tunic is made of fine dyed black cloth openly displays his status of Head Alpha covering his muscular frame and a cloak shelters his back perfectly contrasting his bronze flesh. His ice green eyes burn through the darkness of the night as the moon's light beams about the open area of the temple. Tonight is the perfect night for praying to their Deity with the moon so high and ever glowing in the night sky.The temple isn't all that big with a small sunroof placed at the ceiling of it where moonlight steadily slithers in. And the structure houses a beautifully crafted ivory made statue of their Deity. It has the appearance of a young male with a slender build and it stands tall at the very heart of the temple. The statue is draped in a regal tunic which shows off it's long stretch of neck and it's curves. In addition to it's lengthy sylphlike legs, leaving a few things to Derek's rapid fire imagination.The Alpha falls to his knees for the absolute protection of his family and for his people. The Argent family had taken them in threat against the Alpha, because he had refused to claim Kate, the daughter of Gerard Argent, as his Mate. And he never will, because Kate's heart is black ice. She is cold, calculated, callous, and cruel, just like her horrid father. Asides from this truth, Derek waits in patience for his other half- the person made just for him and Kate was not it. Of this verity he was sure.Derek stays there kneeling before the alter with hours slowly ticking time by, his eyes are closed as he prays in silence- praying for a way to save his family from the Argents. And he didn't want to beg the actual lord over their region to have them rescued and speared from the torture of the Argents. He was a grimy little pig that cared about nobody but himself and only desired to increase his own power and nothing more.So that is how the Alpha had decided to pray to their local Deity for the first time in his life. On a normal basis, Derek isn't much for praying. He has always thought that actions spoke louder than mere prayers. Though this time around, he found that he could do nothing for his people on his own. He just hopes that his first time prayers worked, because his family needed help and fast.Latterly, after a long time of praying, a soft almost effeminate sounding voice calls out to Derek in the chilling air of the open out space of the temple, after a bright flash of light fills the temple up with it's radiance for a few precious seconds, "You can open your eyes now, my brave Alpha..."In a blink of an eye, Derek's eyes snaps open as he lifts his head up to the voice and he falls back with a shocked gasp at the sight before him. There in front of him is an ethereal teenage Youth standing high above him in the position of where the Deity's statue once stood and a sweet smile graced upon his full naturally colored lush rose pink heart-shaped lips. He has long chocolate brown tresses that stop just below his rear, big doelike whiskey tinged orbs, and a adorable upturned nose. His skin is pale like the brilliant glow of the moon and his body is slender but curvaceous in all the right places, beneath the crisp white tunic that he wears, just like the statue. Seemingly perfect enough for the act of childbearing as if he were a female."Do not be afraid, my brave Alpha-" the beautiful boy starts to speak to Derek again with tranquility within his voice in order for him to help the Werewolf calm himself back down a just a tad bit, but the confused supernatural creature quickly interrupts him when he does in kind as he falls back off his knees in his shock, stammering over his own tongue as he patiently questions the barely dressed boy, "Who-who are you? What-what happened to the statue?"It is at that basic Mortal-like reaction that the boy gives out a most humourous laugh whilst he speaks to the Alpha once more, "I am known by the name of Stiles, but my true name is Mieczysław. Don't worry about the statue, my dear, Derek. It is fine. You only need to know that I am your Soulmate and now I am going to take such good care of you, because you are mine, Alpha Hale."Derek curiously asks in recounter when the Youth willingly clambers on to his lap and wraps his arms around his neck for purchase, "How do you know that we are Soulmates when we've never met each other before this night?"To which the Spark replies out in return to him while rubbing his face against the side of the Alpha's own, pale grazing bronze, "I know, because I am your Deity- your Spark and I have waited many centuries for your creation, my dear Alpha. I have been with no one else, because I am yours and yours alone. So I will take on your prayer and save your family, Derek, because they are mine as well. Now focus solely on my touch Alpha and let the rest of existence slide past your mind as I take you in to my arms tonight."At the Youth's words, Derek questions him no more. He allows himself to be pulled down over the Spark's body by small dainty hands. Feeling relief flood through his being when their lips finally touch and gentle fingers comb through his lengthy raven black hair the longer they caressed one another.They kiss one another for as long as the his Wolf would allow them to before breaks it off and slides his lips against the side of the Deity's jawline, until he moves his mouth to his neck and shoulder where he marks the pale flesh in a rosy pink hue of hickeys. Derek can scent the aroma of arousal permeating in the surrounding night air. And below the onslaught of his arousing assault, the Spark whimpers and mewls so prettily because of him and so he continues to nibble upon the flesh as he moves downward on to his chest.The Alpha moves the Youth's tunic to the side, bitting softly in to the skin there, over and over again, until the Deity cries out his name in a pleasured scream. The Spark clings on to Derek's back with his fingernails somewhat digging in to the expanse of flesh there when the Alpha finds a particularly erogenous spot along his tender abdomen after the Were's tunic has been fully removed from his body. It is from there that Derek attacks any bit of unmarked pale skin that he can find, until Stiles is also completely naked beneath him.Soon enough, the slick wetness of Stiles's twitching arousal allotts the Spark with knowledge that he ready to to be taken- claimed and so relies this to the Alpha. In which Derek responds in kind by aligning his body over Stiles's own a little better, until he can press his maleness at the Deity's wet orifice. In gentle circles, he rubs the bulbous head of his anatomy against Stiles's slick entrance before slowly pushing inside with the Spark crying out at the sensation of being full as he clings his legs around Derek's waist keeping the Werewolf in place. Those same fingernails on the Alpha's back finally break the skin of it, causing blood to enmass and drip from the newly crafted wounds at the very first thrust inside of the Spark.Derek readily takes in every little cry, whimper, mewl, gasp and moan whilst takes Stiles apart underneath him, thrust after thrust. His body takes Stiles as it's own, refusing to ever let him go again as their bodies continuously meets with one another's own with every slick slap of skin. He litters Stiles flesh in a harder stage bites, loving effect that the pleasure caused with the Deity. The metallic taste of Stiles's blood moistens his tongue with it's intoxication when it coats in the substance, although the intent is not present, at least not for now.The Alpha brings his hands back up to the Spark's chin, tenderly pressing their mouths together in a passionate all encompassing kiss. Derek thrusts rigorously inside of his soon-to-be Mate's heat, all whilst trying to forge a piece of himself in to Stiles's very soul, until the Deity can't take it anymore and begs to be claimed after he had broken off their kiss. And the Were can deny him nothing as he does just that, allowing his caninals to elongate before he sinks them deep in to the meat of his Mate's oh so pretty pale stretch of neck. The intent of the bite clear to the brightly shining moon above them.From the harsh action, blood pours out of the wound, blanketing the small sections of bloody smaller bites in a mass of its crimson red essence with Stiles coming untouched from the pleasure filled pain. And in that regard, the Alpha's own forming knot is thrust within the Spark's core the moment he comes in turn, howling the news at the moon and to the world surrounding them. Derek's knot rightfully throbs within Stiles as his brand new Mate tightly grasps on to him with his arms and from the inside with the Deity whispering his thanks to him within his ears right before he falls to darkness on top of his grateful Mate.After making sure that Derek is fully asleep, Stiles uses his power to ease the Alpha's knot back down. After doing this, the Spark moves the Were's body to the side before standing up. And with the wave of his hand, a new tunic clothes his body as he glanced down at his Soulmate with a soft smile. A smile that fades away when he leaves to do what has been asked of him. That is how Stiles finds himself standing before Kate Argent's bed. The bed is layered by multiple animal furs, most of them the flesh of his precious Weres. And boy if that feat doesn't anger him all the more.The Spark peers down at her through the darkness of the night with crisp whiskey colored eyes. He slowly motions his hands forward, outstretching them towards her slumbering form as his sharp claws elongate from the tips of his fingers. Still, Stiles doesn't understand how someone of her caliber could be so impossibly frigid and cruel to the other living beings in this already overly callous world.Though, Stiles supposes that has more to do with her family than anything else, considering the fact that Mortals like her hated what they were not apart of or they didn't understand. And as a consequence for this thought of being, Kate will now pay with her life, because his Mate had asked for his help and eradicating one of the major problems for his family is what he will do. Tonight both Gerard and Kate Argent shall die by his clawed hands and his new family shall be free. In the morning they shall most assuredly deal with the aftermath of that as they shall do the very same with the future of the Hale Pack. Stiles's hands slowly moves to cover his lower belly when his whiskey eyes bleed in the color of red.