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

"Wake him up!" Ser Greymort demanded, glaring down at the half-naked boy. They'd found him on the high roads north of Forwin. Greymort would have ignored it, but his lady had demanded otherwise.

From the moment his Lady Aria Silvermane gazed upon him, mesmerized. She froze, commanding that he be taken in and cared for. She had never seen a more handsome man.

It had been three days since, and Ser Greymort had lost his patience.

Immediately, the Silvermane Spearman hurried forward, bearing the crest of a silver sword and shield over their ring mail, and dunked the boy's head into the water until the bubbles stopped.

The Young Man's eyes snapped open in a panic, feeling the foul water filling his lungs. He flailed when the guardsman pulled him out of the water bucket. There, they saw red and black eyes glaring.

Realm of Yarwin