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

"The reconstruction of the Palace of Sunset is underway. If we put it on a rush, it'll take about roughly three months." Aurora began, pointing to the wreckage. " Many of Earth's allies are sending ambassadors to speak on behalf of their home world. Genesis just so happens to be one of them."

Altair nodded upon the throne of Earth, observing his Shadow Demons removing rubble.

"Has the former queen's family been killed?"

"I oversaw their death personally. All legitimate heirs have been exterminated. An autopsy on the king showed he was sterile. It would seem not even the former princess was actually his."

"Yes. Especially when you take into account that the former queen had one hundred and eleven children."

"They're all dead now, their kids, too. And so on and so forth, " Aurora went on. "But I've got several nobles still hesitant to—"

Gremory