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

"His name is Astaroth of Mythos, one of the Nine Princes of Hell."

Altair wasn't in the least bit surprised. He only saw to confirm what he already knew. He laughed, turning towards the skies, and raised his middle finger. "Go fuck yourself!" He roared, empowering his voice not with Mana but with Vale Qi. he glared toward the heavens as though they were hells with vile distaste.

Through the vast expanse of the Nine Hells, his voice pierced like a knife, reaching the Prince of Hell upon his throne.

Astaroth's expression dropped, and in a single instance, he rose, his eyes flashing like two twin orbs of scarlet suns. The flames that govern the nine hells rose in temperature, twisting the wills of mortal souls until they burned, cracked, twisting into amalgamations of insanity.

[Divine Sin, Daddy: NOW YOU ARE MY SON!!!!]

Festival of Chaos: Descent