Meadowlark Prairie to hold a flame to a gas filled lake

Only rage comes out of the pale berserker's mouth, and Damien observes with keen eyes as his nephew poured the contents of his heart. In Vaati's words Blackfeather Woods was but a sham destined to doom, and he seemed to think that only worse was headed its way. But the thing that really picked Damien's interest was the mention of Vaati's sister. She was a twisted thing, an abomination that had forced her way to this world, but she was blood of the purest kind and Melonii's belonged to Blackfeather Woods. One had to respect a man confident enough to speak in such manner to the very prince of darkness, but in this case Damien couldn't agree more with everything that was said.

Betrayal. The entire history of Blackfeather Woods is tainted with its foul colors, said Damien broodingly. But what was peculiar, and most important about that truth was that every single time Blackfeather Woods had been betrayed it was the work of anyone but a Melonii. Blood is the only thing we can trust, he stated, and he meant him.

Come back to us, nephew, he begged knowing that he would be unable to forgive himself for not trying. Too many times he had allowed his family to walk away from him, and never had a single good thing come out of it. Come back and we will burn what's rotten and build an empire on the ashes.