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

She started with his fingers, skinning them of any flesh they might have, following the seemingly endless globs of blood slipping down his lips. Vynn was wailing. He had never been more terrified than he'd ever been in his life.

Ren did not care. Tearing into him until his windpipes broke, she began mercilessly mutilating him for all to see. Diminishing Necrotic Flame with Sacred Flame in order to keep him alive as long as possible. From his fingers to his arms, ligaments were torn away and placed in a symmetrical line for him to see.

She wanted him to see it all. She wanted him to use the very eyes he'd lusted her after to watch what she was going to do to him.

The Dark Curse IV