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

It was true. Everything Nyx said next got Damien's advance to slow down to a stop as he wrapped himself in thoughts. Yes, you're right he admits, lashing his tail to a side in rage as his hackles raise in a rush of hatred for the traitor. He respects Nemesis enough to admit that she was a fairly decent strategist. She hadn't climbed the Dark Brotherhood's ranks for no reason anyway. We must be careful, but it doesn't mean we can't make a move... he says thoughtfully before giving Nyx a sly glance.

Your brothers, he speaks softly, Do you know their intentions? he asks. They were important, they were property of Blackfeather Woods regardless of Nemesis' betrayal, but still Damien knew little of those three. They had a huge potential, there was no way to deny that fact, each with his own strength. Atshen's physical strength made him a force to be reckoned with, according to Potema Keelut had a gift, and there was something that told him that Abraxas' silence was merely a facade to hide his higher intellect, a mirror of Damien's own image in his youth. If Damien could somehow turn all of them and their abilities against Nemesis without her knowing, if he could turn them into his followers, his warriors, then Nemesis would be completely disarmed.