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

[Divine Sin, Archeon, didn't think you'd go this far.]

[Divine Fallen, 'Corrupted Prince' question your lineage.]

[Diving being, 'She Who Hunts' mourns for those within the High Plateau]

[Diving Being 'Piercing Owl' commends your insight.]

Mounting another set of limbless bodies onto pikes, Altair carried on with a desolate look stained by blood and looked on with cold, unfeely eyes at the fifty or so men and women he'd collected so far.

Innocent or guilty, it didn't matter. If High Command didn't see the need to stop him, he wouldn't stop. Reeses' orders were to rape and kill, which was his. Was he to take this insult from the army he served with a grain of salt? Was he to allow mercy? He didn't know, though he didn't much care.

Athena III