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

<p>As the first light of dawn began to creep across the horizon, a breathtaking display of color illuminated the sky. Bands of pink and orange stretched across the heavens, casting a warm glow that bathed everything it touched in a soft, ethereal light. In the midst of this stunning display, Altair stood, his eyes fixed on the sky, a grin of pure excitement spreading across his face before it turned feral.</p>

<p>With a sudden burst of energy, he launched himself off a bolt of Infernal lightning, the sheer force of his movement shaking the very ground beneath him. The air around him crackled with energy, a tingling sensation running through his veins as he soared higher and higher, heading straight for the heavens.</p>

Deadly Trap