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 journey towards Babels Tower had been eerily silent. The only one who spoke was Talia, unable to keep still. She'd too much energy to remain still, pointing out various types of cryptids. That caught her eye.

Presently, Talia was playing the game of 'I Spy' with Syris and Zag, who were happy to entertain her, finding the journey boring, lacking in the sort of violence they'd trained themselves to face. The landscape around them was a monotonous stretch of clouded forest land, broken only by the occasional sighting of a cryptid.

Altair, on the other hand, was engrossed in his own world, his attention riveted on absorbing the Mana. He quite liked the idea of Syris bonding with Zagreus. It saved him the trouble of idle conversation while also allowing a familiar bond to form between people who would remain by his side for a very long time.

Babel's Tower I