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

Made to wait within a brightly lit interrogation room that smelt of old mold, Altair casually rested with a smile on his face. It had already been two hours, but not one person had come to see him. He had already given a written report and…

The door shot open with a thud followed by a casual laugh. " Apologies, but I was taking Lieutenant Jor's statement." The man said, closing the door as he stepped in. He sat across from Altair.  He was a medium build man with tan skin and narrow black eyes that carried a sharpness to them.

"I am the investigator, Lue Mclare, a Commander with the third battalion." He introduced, with a warm air.

"Quite the rank for someone your age." Investigator Lue said. "I'll say it might be the first in Earth's History. That's quite an achievement."

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