Blackfeather Woods AHHH! It's demons! Run Jim! Ruuuuun! Ruuuuun!

He needed not be told twice for his fangs were itching to rid the world of such disgraceful creatures from the beginning. He asked no further questions, deciding instead that it was way more important to cleanse his family name before it got blemished.

With determination Damien picked one of the pups, failing to notice it was one of those born already dead, and tore it's body apart with a still surprisingly strong and effective single movement, but the voices wouldn't stop. Instead they grew louder and angrier, deafening the dark prince whose body had petrified at the sight of the blood that wouldn't stop leaking from his own mouth. It wasn't the stillborn pup's blood but his own, and though it was all product of his affected imagination it felt as real as the air that flowed in and out of his lungs.

'Blood and fear' whispered the dark prince to himself. He was shaking in both rage and horror. He had understood the reason of this catastrophe, and there was no way around it. With eyes wide in realization Damien's attention slowly turned back to his horrified sister, and in a cryptic, enlightened voice he said: Wherever these creatures came from... They must have been sent here by the gods to punish us for our sins... sins that he knew he had committed, that he had seen his brother commit and that he was sure were the reason of Potema's fearful tears. For Piertro's avoidable death and for the loss of Kendra's soul to the light. For not seeking revenge upon their apostate father and for turning a blind eye on the gods' task for their branch of the Dark Brotherhood and Meldresi's plan for the Teekon Wilds. They were all unworthy and the sins of the unworthy could only ever be baptized with blood and fear. Damien could not cleanse the Melonii name by getting rid of the monsters because they were the price that had to be paid for their name to mean anything again in the eyes of the gods.

One by one Damien carried the spawn to Potema's nourishment, blind to any form of abnegation from his sister, accepting the punishment he so ardently requested from the gods to have a chance at redemption. They must be cared for he spoke still shaking after placing the last of the pups (even the dead ones) against Potema's belly, If we do, the gods will look upon us again and Blackfeather Woods will flourish once more... he added, making sure that Potema saw the conviction through his words, but failing to mask the fear and dismay in his eyes... We... We will d-do it together...