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

Raven snickered soon after, "Is Master shy? Fear not, Master, I, the great Raven, is not ashamed of her body! Nudity is our most natural self."

"Spoken like a true nudist. You really believe that shit?" Altair asked, studying Raven's perky breasts, thin waist, and wide hips. But more than that, her eyes seemed so serene. So carefree, he felt a little bothered, if not jealous.

They were soft like the winds, so ephemeral he feared if he looked away, they lose their luster.

"Of course!" she pointed to her feet. " Those foot prisons seem so stifling. How do you all do it?"

"Foot Prisons?" he tilted his head, mulling what she said over. "You mean shoes?"

Raven nodded. "Yeah. Those things. Gods, I hate those things. Worse thing mankind ever made."

Altair froze, his expression turning rather unusual, "wait a sec, could you always go into human form?"

Evolution or Devolution