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

On the bed where he'd left her, Altair stood to his feet draped in the robes of Tenebrae. He strapped Shadowclaw to his belt and conjured Aurora from out of the depths of his soul.

"Get her cleaned up," He commanded.

The journey down the southern tower had been a long, dark walk racked with such guilt and shame. He could not bring himself to face Reina, not after how he'd taken her. He couldn't understand how or why she didn't fight back or why she allowed him to do as he pleased. But by the time he'd come too, she laid in a slop of their making.

Three weeks had slipped through his hands like water.

"There's our conqueror," Tasha shouted. Waiting for him outside the tower, she grinned. "Any longer and might have joined. A vigorous fucking like that is—"

"Enough," the young lord snapped. Visible anger seething from his scarlet eyes.

Ashen Blood III