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

Aria had been taken back by the sudden shout and jerking of the carriage, tossing her off the chair into Altair's embrace. She winced, brushing her rosy nose that had struck his chest, and looked up teary-eyed.

"What's going on?" Aria sniffled.

Distantly, Altair listened to the outside chaos and touched Aria's bruised nose. His finger shone a golden hue, and in the blink of an eye, the rosy blemish vanished.

"It will seem the Bastard has fallen off his horse," Altair said. "Better?"

Aria nodded with a bright smile. " Thanks, Big Brother, I didn't know you knew Healing Magic!" she exclaimed vibrantly, squishing her nose with wonder in her innocent eyes.

Cathedral of Light