Damon didn't know what Iris and Luna were doing.
He did not know a ghost of his past was waking.
Truth was a steel horse, and no matter how long you tried to keep a shield of lies raised, the truth would gallop forward with its steel hooves and break those lies apart.
Except today wasn't that day, and the secrets he had buried would remain buried.
For now.
No one would know.
Because all those who would tell were dead.
Damon's hand decayed.
His left eye was gone.
He only had one hand. The other he covered in shadows where a bloody stump should have been.
The night was dark and full of horrors.
This one was a bringer of light.
Where there was light, it could be seen.
And all who saw it were taken by it.
Damon did the only reasonable thing.
He wrapped the glowing tree line in darkness and shadows.
