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

"Beelzebub, I don't understand. Why is it that you think I would take your side? Do you have any idea how many people would die in Yarwin if you had your way?" Archangel Gabriel intoned upon one of the seven thrones of Babel's Tower that protruded through the shadowscape of the purest night in a ring.

"Seeing that nearly eighty percent of the population has already perished and a realm war with one of my princes is taking place. It's only a matter of time before more devils are summoned." Beelzebub lazily explained, amused by his brother's annoyed expression. "Not to mention there are some real talents within Yarwin."

"Lord Beelzebub, might I ask what is your fascination with Yarwin? Was it not Astaroth that allowed this disaster to occur?" said Solomon, a young man clad in snow-white robes. "Surely you've got your hands full with Genisis."

Festival of Chaos III