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

"I figured you'd arrive before me. Zag, did you call me just to brag? Grow up." Thanatos said, glaring at the towering structure of fleshy mass, bearing thick, elongated veins throbbing as if alive, black as tar. Thanatos sighed and stood, unsure what to do. He had gotten in contact with Iliana, but she merely said, 'screw em.'

That hadn't been the answer he had been looking for, but he couldn't simply abandon them.

It had been an entire year, and things were growing worse by the day. The sun seemed to have perished with the death of Aria Silvermane, leaving the world a slave to the night. And with many restrictions gone, demons were evolving after every battle. They were growing smarter, faster, and more resilient to modern technology as they found themselves attuning to the Nine Hells.

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