A/N:

The whole werewolves stories I've been reading resulted in this thought because I don't understand how some mates are abusive and they are all like 'Goddess this or that why, but I also love him'.

This is Copium and in the form of DamiRae.

Warning: Bad words.

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The Moon Goddess.

The Goddess of the People of the Night. Believed to be the one who connects everyone to their mates, be it wolves, vampires, witches and humans.

And when someone so unfortunately gains a mate who is unworthy, abusive, hurtful- they blame her.

'Why was I bound to this kind of person?' They would ask.

But because of the bond, and their blind trust to The Moon Goddess, ultimately these people bound to a cruel mate, would say, 'But I love them, and there must be a reason for this connection.'

It was laughable.

How they got it so wrong.

These fated bonds they held sacredly, were not created by The Moon Goddess.

It was created by a witch who wanted to be connected with her lover in this life and the next, and the next, and the next, well, till eternity.

And she ascended to Godhood to do so. For nothing could stop her from being with her lover. And he will always have a place right next to her.

Those who heard of what she had done and wanted the same fate with their lovers, sought her out. Not thinking that their partner won't be the same in the next life.

So, if you so happen to have an abusive mate. Don't blame The Moon Goddess or The Witch.

Blame yourself.

Because in some other life, this was what you wanted.

In a cold dark throne room, sat a man with black hair on a golden throne. His eyes were closed. His head propped up by one hand with his elbow resting on the armchair.

Everything was quiet.

The soft tapping of shoes echoed throughout the hall and the man's green eyes were revealed as he steadily gazed before him.

A pale woman in a long black dress that left no questions as to what her figure might be underneath, emerged from the shadows and as she got closer her long black hair was revealed and her mesmerising violet eyes that were locked at him.

He smiled.

And she smiled back.

There was nothing but silence as she moved towards him. The allure of her swaying hips caught his attention.

She lifted her dress revealing her beautiful ankles and her strappy heels as she ascended the small staircase to reach the man on his throne.

Their eyes still locked at one another.

He spread his legs apart as he adjusted himself on his seat, placing both arms on the armrest. And without pausing she slipped comfortably on top of one of his legs, sitting rather comfortably there.

"Damian, My Love..." She traced his angular jaw with her long wispy fingers. Her nails were long too and painted black.

He had closed his eyes to relish in her touch, "Yes, Beloved?"

"Do you not regret what I have done?" She inquired quietly as she studied his face with her eyes.

The air was calm as he replied, "Of course not."

She tilted his face towards her and she leaned down and kissed him.

"Why would I?" He mumbled between kisses as he too reciprocated her affections.

"My Lady, there is someone seeking your service." Came the voice of a man as he knelt on the floor. He appeared suddenly within a whirl of black smoke and the woman sighed.

"I think we need to make the quest to search for The Witch harder, My Love." She mumbled against his lips. And he studied her eyes.

"I honestly thought it was hard enough already, but I will see to it then, Beloved." He caressed her face and she closed her eyes for a moment. It was her turn to enjoy his touch.

After a few seconds she kissed him on the lips and pulled away. "I must go." Her hand still held his hand as she slowly distanced herself from him, clearly not wanting to let go.

Eventually their hands parted. And she turned her attention fully to the steps as she started her descent.

On the base of the staircase he called her, "Raven," she turned to him, "I will be waiting here."

She smiled and she glanced at the man, "Lead the way."

In the beginning of her journey to bind one person to another.

Her lover and her were the first. And now there were so many more connections she binded after that it came to the point that everyone believed they had some fated mate somewhere as per The Moon Goddess kind graces.

With that, The Witch and Her Lover decided to create a quest in order to find her. And they only made it harder and harder when they found more and more people were still seeking her out.

Seeking The Witch's Unending Blessing.

The man seemed to have fallen asleep on his seat, his eyes closed and rested on one hand that was propped at the arm of his throne. His legs spread wide and he was slouched back into the back of his golden throne.

The familiar tapping of heels woke him up. His green eyes studied the darkness.

"How was it, Beloved?" He asked quietly.

And she emerged from the darkness again, a sad smile on her lips as she approached him.

He waited for her and was patient. She climbed the steps again and went to him, she sat on the throne, making her lover bring his legs closer together. Her back rested against one of the arms of the throne. And then she raised her legs to sling them over his firm legs.

She traced his face again with her long fingers, "A woman and man came to me, asking to be binded…"

He waited for her to continue, knowing that there was more she had to say.

She sighed, "She already had 4 other connections." Her violet eyes then glanced at the ceiling behind his shoulder.

"And…" He glanced back at her with a small tilting down of his chin.

"Who am I to say no to their request?" She looked at his calm green eyes, "I will not take their choice from them like those people did to us." She brushed his lower lips with her thumb.

"After all, they also proved their love by coming all the way here, through all the hardships we have built to find me." She paused. "I think she found me quickly because she has already found me before." She replied matter of factly and the two were left to stare at one another.

And that was another reason as to why they tried to fade into history like some folklore or legend because of people seeking her out. Particularly those seeking her out a second or third or nth time.

Raven The Witch. Would never turn them down.

"Did you tell her she already had a forged bond?" He asked but he knew the answer already.

She shook her head, "No, I have no right to intervene in their decisions when they put in so much effort to find The Witch from whatever urban legend that they heard me from." She traced his jawline again, appearing to be fascinated by his angular jaw and the feeling of his already prickling beard even though he had just shaved.

"I simply fill in their desire." She studied his face and the love she had for this man seeped out from every pore of her body.

And he glowed matching her affections.

Even though she said that, the main purpose of making her story a legend that would hopefully fade to nothing was because she didn't want to meet more people like the one she had recently created a bond for.

Eventually, some bonds would fade if not reignited and would die down, but it takes a long long time for it to die. And the most recent connection would stay. But some did not have that with their older connections. The possibility of a bond to fade.

And if those already bonded kept seeking her out to form new bonds to their current lovers– it will only be a messy story for those involved

And Raven knew messy stories very well. For her life was the same.

One whole cluster fuck of a mess.

So, remember, if your mate happens to be an asshole. Blame yourself. You placed your fate in another person's hands. Thinking that you will always have the same kind of love in this life and in the next.

Forming bonds thinking this is that once in a lifetime chance to have such an epic romance.

Well, jokes on you, even more so when you forge more than one bond in the name of such an epic love.

At the very least, if you get rejected by your mate and because you have more than one bond, then you have options.

Mortals are really foolish.

FIN.