Blackfeather Woods the old gods and the new

But no one knew the lands of Blackfeather Woods better than it's rightful monarch. Damien was a shadow, blended in the dark of the undergrowth, stalking like a ghost for what he wanted, and he wanted his throne back.

He would have gone for the big bitch first, assert his dominance directly at the top of the pyramid, but the lowest blow he'd received from Nemesis was putting a child in the position of silencer, without even initiating the bastard within the Dark Brotherhood.

Atshen was his target, and as soon as he caught sight of the whelp he made himself apparent by stepping out of the shadows and right across Atshen's path.

"You think you deserve it?" he asked, indignation, disbelief and anger rumbling deeply as his voice grew dangerously close to a snarl.