Blackfeather Woods we could be immortals

What kind of power struggle doesn't involve a little blood? He asked sardonically. This was what their goddess revelled in, after all. They were not worshippers of Boethiah, constantly battling for nothing but glory, but they were children of Mephala, the Prince of Plots and Assassinations. If one or more of them die in the name of ruling the Woods, then so be it. Miraak would not be there to stop them. Nemesis would be more than happy to kill Potema's children before they are old enough to challenge her brood. I will make sure that will not come to pass. That was all he would do to interfere in this upcoming battle, if it did happen. He was interested in seeing how Potema's children would grow to be.

He was not sure if he seemed subtle in his distaste for Nemesis. He did not deny that she was a powerful woman physically, but her self discipline and temper left much to be desired. If he returns, I am sure he will try something; most likely he will try to get us on his side. There was safety in numbers, especially when overthrowing a government. If Damien was smart, which he knew he was, the eldest Melonii boy would recruit before trying any kind of upheaval.