Blackfeather Woods the old gods and the new

Damien didn't risk glancing at Nyx to see whether she'd been harmed. His pupils were aligned with Atshen's, locked on his figure in case the fight resumed where it was left off, and wishing the boy was stupid enough to try anything so that he could finally end his sorry life. The heat emanates from the dark prince's body forming a cloud of blur around him, but the heart beats start slowing down as Damien takes deep breaths to balance his rage.

Atshen's voice falls prey to Damien's deep growl. It looms like a stormcloud, countering every word spoken by the false silencer. There's no need for a response, for it would be a waste of energy to argue with the child any longer. Hadn't Nyx stepped between them Damien would have already ended him, gotten rid of one problem, but now his blood and effort had gone to waste.

He holds his title by Nemesis' illicit command, he speaks, his voice directed to Nyx as a means to explain why her brother could not be spared. If he does not abide by my law he will suffer the same punishment as his mother,