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I - AT THE BEGINNING WAS THE END

At the beginning is Chaos , a deep void, then comes Gaia and finally Eros .

That was about all Stiles Stilinski could remember, from what he had once learned from one of his overly theological professors. Well, maybe it wasn't all exactly true. He knew, so to speak, that after that, the gods had all bad-touched each other in order to give birth to the world as it was today, at least for the most believers. No wonder he was so messy he sometimes got caught up in the thought, when his mind drifted a little too far. If even the Gods had allowed themselves to fall into consanguinity, it was hardly surprising after that that nothing was going just fine on this planet. All he had to do was look at his best friend and as well werewolf, to realize that the Gods had frankly screwed up.

At what point did they think that creating a supernatural version of the world would be nice and fun? You'd think Dionysus would have had to double-check the contents of his drinks before throwing them on every corner of the super-divine banquet tables. Otherwise, they wouldn't be where they were today.

Stiles, buddy, he thought frantically. It's a big mistake and you're going to die.

Of course, he ignored the bees, too numerous and buzzing in his skull, which had started to scream with laughter. " Euphemism !" they were singing. Stiles thought it was about time he consulted a shrink or something.. When this whole mess will be over, of course. When Deucalion would be dead, buried six feet underground. Maybe twelve, to be sure. Stiles didn't really want to test the werewolf-zombie theory.

"You're doing something stupid, Stilinski," Mr. Argent said, long after he'd finished drawing the circle topped with various pentagrams, runes and other stuff straight out of a witchcraft book. "We're not even sure it will work. This is stupid."

And Stiles couldn't help but agree with him. His idea was geniusly dumb, no doubt about it, but it was the only solution. That's what he kept telling himself over and over again, to convince himself that he wasn't going to tear the Earth apart unnecessarily. Not that he was defeatist, nope. Stiles Stilinski was a great optimist with a boundless sense of humor. Just that the plans he and the pack were putting in place were all too prone to never work. Often because of him and the pack. Too focused on saving everyone, self-sacrifice and cie, their plans never worked because they cared too much about their little band of freaks.

"It will work," the teenager answered with assurance.

He had not tried to talk about it as little as possible for nothing. There was only one remarkable cold-blooded hunter involved and one... Mage? Stiles would not have been able to tell who Alan Deaton really was. He knew far too much, to be a mere veterinarian. Anyway, there were three of them. The experienced hunter who would have given his life so that his daughter wouldn't be involved, the sorcerer, the one who had all the necessary knowledge, and him, the sacrifice.

Had he ever mentioned that it was about time he consulted? Yes. No. Maybe.

Stiles swallowed a bitter laugh. What he wouldn't do in order to save this band of grumpy wolves. To save Scott, his brother and Lydia, the girl he loved. To save Isaac's ass, which he managed to enjoy when Isaac wasn't playing tough guy and even Derek, a.k.a. sourwolf. The mere mental mention of the Alpha made him shudder. Even in his own head, Derek Hale continued to annoy him. Fortunately Deaton came back to them, so Stiles could concentrate on what he had to do.

Summon Gaia, the Mother Goddess, and ask her to rid them of Deucalion.

Stiles stood in the center of the circle after Deaton came to paint ancient runes on the teenager's bare, white skin. The ink was red and sticky, and the Sheriff's son had no doubt what it was. Blood, obviously. He held his disgust-gag and turned his head toward the sky and the full, white and full. He hoped it would work, that they would finally be at peace with their respective families. Then he breathed, closed his eyes and began the divine chant that Deaton had spent days teaching him.

It was a song that was both beautiful and monstrous, as if he was able, through simple sounds, simple words, to breathe life as easily as he could have destroyed it.

"Oh Gaia, Gaia... !"

The boy's voice echoed, neither right nor wrong, borrowed from his prayers.

"... Mother-of-All Things, hear my prayers..."

The breeze rose, cool and harsh, like an Alaskan winter, seeping into the dark mop of the teenager who had spread his arms without even realizing it, like an invitation to the Goddess to come among them.

"... on whom Life and Death will depend..."

Deaton moved back a few meters, imitated by Chris, who soon came to put his arm between his eyes and the wind, the leaves and the raging rain.

"... to build a new era..."

The singing became more and more inaudible as the storm seemed to become more and more violent. And in all this, the teenager didn't even seem embarrassed, not even out of breath or scared, as if he had never been part of this reality. The hunter clenched his fists. God knows if they weren't summoning an evil spirit. God knows if Stiles wasn't getting it all wrong... His fingers slipped into his holster, his glock container fully loaded. May God forgive him if he were to stop all this masquerade...

The silence returned, with him, the breathless storm and a motionless Stiles Stilinski. It wasn't surprising. Or maybe it was, too much so. But probably not as surprising as the thing that now stood a few steps away from the high school student whose chocolate like eyes stared at the naked silhouette of this ivy-haired woman.

"It had been a long time since anyone had dared to sing my name," were the first words that the apparition dropped, like a bomb.

The veterinarian held his breath, not sure whether the tone used had been amused, bored or outright mad. Mr. Argent's grip on his gun became tighter. Would he have time to shoot that thing?

"Not even the slightest chance, human."

At least it had the merit of being clear, thought the hunter without relaxing at all. Stiles cleared his throat, his cheekbones firing at a pale pink. Naked. The woman - it couldn't be otherwise - was, for fuck's sake, naked. How was he supposed to concentrate now? The hormone-filled teenager he was? Think about something else, Stiles my friend! Naked Scott? Ohw. No. Shit. That's totally gross. Does that make me some kind of inbred? Thinking about my almost naked brother, to avoid thinking about the naked woman standing - naked - in front of me? Shit, didn't I just think about that naked - naked - woman in my head? Have I become a pervert obsessed with the nakedness - naked - of his peers?'

A burst of laughter, similar to what must have been like the songs of sirens mixed with the screams of a dead man, echoed through the Beacon Hills forest. Stiles gasped, glanced curiously at the woman, and finally struck.

"Indeed, child of the Earth. I am Gaia, since you have invoked its name."

A smile made of flowers and leaves adorned her face with roots and branches. Her head was now slightly tilted, leaving her ivy moss and flowers still, continuing to fall against her clavicles, along her breasts, running across her flat belly and her thin thighs. Stiles closed her mouth noisily. Concentrate, damn it. Ask her...

"I know the reason you called Mieczysław Stilinski," she cut him off without warning.

If Stiles was outraged, it was only because of the use of his damn name, just enough to stretch a mocking smile at the invocation, and other surprises for the hunter and the wizard

"You want to get rid of the children of the Moon. Some of them, at least. You have to realize that nothing is obtained without nothing in return."

Stiles nodded. It seemed obvious to him.

"I am willing to pay whatever the price is."

"Your life is not worth the life of the Moon children, human."

And that was new. He who was honor, purity and all that you wanted, wasn't worthy enough ? Maybe if he had had a few bloody murders to his credit, it would have made a difference? Was that what Gaia was trying to tell him? Anger overwhelmed his system like a storm.

"It's not fair," he hissed. "Deucalion and his pack are monsters! They killed plenty already, not even caring about the harm they caused. And you dare to tell me that their lives are worth anything?"

He let out a bitter laugh., Gaia frowned her vegetable eyebrows.

"The life of a man who is about to kill is no better than that of a man who has already killed. Do you mourn the mouse when the cat eats it?"

"That's irrelevant. Deucalion is not a cute kitten, all he does is rip people's hearts out of their chests before eating it.."

"He is a wolf."

"He's a bloody monster."

The two living beings stared at each other without even blinking, as if they were about to jump down each other's throats at any moment. Nearby, the two adults had frozen in terror. They were just beginning to realize that Gaia was there, right in front of them; that Gaia was the Mother-of-All-Fucking-Things and that she could probably wipe them off the face of the earth with a snap of her fingers. And in all this, Stiles - Mieczyslaw, seriously... ? - seemed little by little, annoying the Divinity. Driving her mad with rage, forgetting that Gaia was only the one who had built wonderful things, nature among others, the sky and the sea - but also responsible for the great floods. Life and Death belonged to her.

This idiot is going to get us killed... , Chris thought as he turned his attention to the almost biblical scene. Gaïa abdicating.

"... So be it. The time of the Moon, you will be the guardian of Gaia's magic. Only know, pathetic human, that if you ever dare to take a life with it, your punishment will be equal to your disobedience."

To say that Chris and Deaton were surprised at how things turned out would have been an understatement. There they would take a few seconds off, give themselves a meaningful look, and when they returned among the living, they would find a Gaia abdicating in the face of the most unbearable teenager of this century. Unfortunately, they had no time to dwell on this thought. The silhouette of branches, ivy and leaves stretched out one of her arms towards the human and the next moment the human was pierced in the heart by a long and luminous hand. After that, he fell down on his knees, hitting the ground screaming as the deity had disappeared.