Blackfeather Woods the story of a ship

SPOILER ALERT
this post is weird, I'm not in the best mood to post LMAO

One step at a time, was the safest way to achievement. He knew he had to be patient, silent, awaiting the moment when she, from the shadows, from beyond, sent him a signal. It was always her will, by her were the threads of mortal lives pulled to weave her plans, to weave her desires, and nothing could be done from this side of the veil to make a change.

But Damien's eyes had their own version of the world. Yes, Nemesis still held a title that Damien desired, and yes, he'd been kicked down the ranks to the very bottom, to disgrace, to rejection, but those words were only that, words... Damien had never ceased to act as though he owned the very land on which he walked, the air flowing in and out of his lungs. Damien was the Dark Master of Blackfeather Woods, the true one, the heir of darkness, the spider monarch, and behind him were those who mattered... Everyone else was waste.

Dark-coated ears hear everything, every.single.thing, and Damien does not miss a chance to enforce his self-claimed authority. He appears from behind him, the young one, brushing past him with a low snarl, owning the place. Nemesis' spawn and their throats remain intact only because Damien holds respect for Nyx and Kove, otherwise they would be long gone, or better even, inside-out decorating the very borders at which he stands.

Sure-footed steps are taken out of the shadows. Damien enters the scene as though he'd been personally appointed to it, and his eyes take everything in. Her svelte figure, her peculiar markings, and the object of her attention. Rotten, a body lays before them like a piece in a museum. For a moment Damien gets lost in his imagination, a crimson picture of Atshen's head rotting in it's place, but the others' voices snap him back to reality. If the first thing you see disturbs you then perhaps you've come to the wrong place, he speaks, not even addressing Miraak's presence. Where the old man's loyalties rest still remains unclear, and deep down Damien harnesses strong rancor for not having received his unconditional support. His voice and eyes are devout to the blue-eyed pearl for the moment, and hers is the only voice he wishes to hear formulate a response.