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

Fiercely riding her mount forward, trotting through a vast plain with a heavy fever in her eyes, Alyssa felt a scorching heat rise within her, a fire that blazed, directing her gaze towards the North.

"There!" She roared, flaring her shield from her back, and unsheathed her sword from its cage of leather. Alyssa bellowed his name, bearing the brunt of her mana on her windpipe until her voice was hoarse. In seconds, she locked eyes with him, stationed behind a woman with eyes so red it pooled like a bloody lake.

In a heartbeat, all manner of beasts froze as if on a frozen lake, casting Alyssa and her men high into the air as they tumbled and rolled. They lifted their heads, filled with utter dread.

"Reina…" Altair said in a warning tone. He could feel her dreadful presence that reigned like a mighty Queen."We mustn't kill."

Riena's Battle Prowess