Blackfeather Woods Is this what we wanted? What me most desired?

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That kind of rage, the one that consumes your very sense of morality and invades every corner of your rationality had reached Damien's very core. At this point all he desired was to rip some heads off. Nemesis had done everything in her power to piss the Melonii heir off, it was not a hard task with him being possibly the most hot-headed member of the brotherhood ever, but still this time she had gone too far.

A storm was brewing, a dark, electric storm tat would hit the wilds from within Blackfeather Woods, and he was moving. He wanted to see Nyx first, blame her for not putting her bastard brother under check before such thing happened and releasing the pressure, but also to plot their way back to the top together. This was, although the worse it had gotten since Damien's disappearance, the perfect chance for him to turn the tables back around.

Nyx knew where to find him, and so the true Dark Master stayed put in his den, in brooding silence, until she decided to show her face to him.

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