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?

***
"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

The great presence born from his spirit came like a Black Scourge upon the realm, withering will of mortal man to dust. It rallied against the heavens and the hells, seeking neither destruction nor creation but despair and madness.

Ignus trembled, reflecting on a memory, a strange manner of creatures that bore no true form. "An Outer God." A dreadful pang of unease slithered up his spine, coiling around the flesh like death's icy grip. He gulped with a restlessness on him that would simply not die.

And he thought, 'I am Ignus, Lord of the Frenzied Flame, Dragonborn of Golden Empyrean. King Regent, to his majesty Lord Bahamut's reign, I shall not fear a boy." Somehow, he grew more confident standing boldly before Altair.

Ashen Blood IV