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

As Altair soaked in the hot springs, he savored the rejuvenating warmth that enveloped his skin. With a glass of wine in hand, he delved into the data on his Neurolink, his mind focused on unraveling the mysteries of "The Syndicate of Black."

Syris was in complete bliss as she nestled on his lap, feeling the heavenly springs against her skin. With her head comfortably resting against his chest, she looked up and admired his striking features, mesmerized by his charm and allure. He looked every bit more handsome than the Greek Gods.

He quivered at the sweetness of her voice.

"Aurora and Raven are still interrogating the prisoners, but they appear to belong to a group that dabbles in organized crime. According to Genisis, a few senators often use them to change leadership in various worlds that they can't officially control."

Outskirts of Babel's Tower