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

"Where here!!!!!" Reina cried, leaping up like a willful child. She stared up high towards the wall blanketed by archers and mages. Inscriptions lined the wall, glistering multicolored light. Below stood a large battalion of light and heavy infantry, riders armed with spears, axes, glaives, pikes, and tridents.

Seven large azure Mana Flames burned on pyres, resisting the black rain, lighting the city in a radiant glow.

"Wow!" Reina cried in awe. Taken by the vast army of eight thousand strong. She trotted forward with Kirr and Jorm by her side and Kuu on her head, following behind a merchant caravan being checked by Forwin Guardsman. When they were done and allowed in, Reina strode forward.

"Remove your Mask, and state your purpose!" One of the guardsmen, a gaunt old man with a beard of grey, ordered.

Prince of Hell, Astaroth