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

Enigmatic Step

Cold death stiffened the smoldering ashes of the air ravaged by the Flames of Hell in a cluster of black nodes of mana erupting into a pillar barreling through the ceiling. It tore toward the skies like a bolt of lightning, bearing the roar of thunder so loud it was sure to rupture the ears of anyone nearby. The winds screamed as if to flee, following the great pillar trying to connect the Heavens to the earth, laying waste to the elements.

Altair roared like a great demon surrounded by a black Vale of Night as he bore down with all his might. The Bapett struck the earth with such a force a shockwave of nearly fifty meters ruptured into a blanketing whirlwind of destruction. The earth wailed, rumbling with the churning of stone being turned to dust.

World of Shadows Grimoire: Second Spell