Blackfeather Woods tell me what you want

Riddles. Maybe that was another thing Damien and Cicero had in common. The night boy, although his main asset was his physical strength, could enjoy the games of the mind as much. Which, in fact, could also be one thing Damien had in common with Grimnir.

He was calculating. And cold.

Damien, too licked his lips, thinking of the blood that would drip off his lips when he was over with the bastard who had savaged his sister. He would be unforgiving as he always was, and he would demostrate how much of a dark brother he could be.

"He will suffer." Damien stated with a growly voice. "I will give him no other option than to confess his crimes. He does not belong here, he's a savage. A crude and barbaric beast."

The question did, in fact, cheer Damien up a bit in a weird way. There were little time in life that Damien could say he felt happy, and this was something like it. Thinking of having the power to decide over a pair's life was a feeling Damien could still not describe, but it definitely pleased him.