Lord_Damocles

The Old Gods are gone. Lost and Forgotten, their honor shattered and their kingdoms broken by treachery. 

The Peace of the Myriad Heavens has been severed. And from the ashes of war and chaos, the Twin Towers of Babel have been created as a beacon of hope. 

Can Altair, a child born of the Old Gods whose name has long since been forgotten, survive, or will he be cast into the Nine Hells?

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"So..." Arsene continued, enjoying his child's flush expression. "I've got a few things to teach you. What I'm about to give you is some peak wisdom. Think of it as my Ten Commandments: One, never trust a bitch with red hair. Trust me on this. Two, the pull-out game is not a real thing. She will get pregnant. Three—"

"F-Father…"

" —Never get yourself more than one wife. It sounds fun. It is fun. But it's truly a nightmare. You better be writing this stuff down. This is some grade-A wisdom right here. Four.

"...Please stop talking…" The Prince pleaded. 

"Shhhhh. Just let this happen. Four…Bro's before hoes isn't a thing. The hoes come first. Remember, Booty is more important than Wa— "

"STOP!!!!!"

Shadow of the Abyss

<p>It had been Eight Days since Reina had started her concoction, infusing Mana into the cauldron. The Power of Yin fluttered the region, devouring power from the moon and snow. Her once pale blue hair was a river of cardinal(red). Stained by her infernal lineage, two pale silver eyes shone a deep focus on the cauldron. They were cold, devoid of emotion.</p>

<p>The Blood Red flame dimmed beneath her control, drawing the infusion of Red Moss, Scrava, Milviota, Death Root, and more. Sheens of sweat dotted her serine figure, leaving her breathless. A rosy flush raced over her plump cheeks as her eyes glowed a vibrant hue. She'd grown this past year, whether it was her height or her assets growing in size. Renia had lost many immature aspects, gaining a womanly figure.  </p>

The Broken Prince I