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

When he woke so deep within the Darkness where the endless stars did not shine, and the voice of Gods and Demons did not reach. Altair felt himself aimlessly floating through the Vale, unable to move. He opened his mouth to speak, to call for help, to yell, yet nothing came. Nothing but the solitude of the night.

And for the first time, Altair felt fear towards the dark, for the Darkness was a pathless abyss of desolation that did not mourn for light nor life. Unimpeded by the absence of creation, The Darkness bore solitude as its only companion.

Altair stared aimlessly at it. He had been unsure how many days had come and went. He couldn't tell. But he felt warm. Warm under its embrace as if he had returned to the fold.

"Why won't you move?" A voice from within the dark questioned.

Baptism of the Moon