Damien grinned savagly,  setting the head  on the ground, he looked down. "You were my way in Father.." He whispered, placing his thick food on the heads forehead. But you see, people must be stepped on to rise.." He smirked, effortlessly transfiguring the ground beneath his father to harder than his bone, and stepped. He snarled lightly,  "I stepped in traitor..." he leered to the remains of the body, hopping over exaduratly to the nearest portion of grass and wiping the last bit of his father into nothing. He stepped back, taking a knee in front of The Dark Lord. "My Lord" he rumbled in servitude.