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

Atticus stood there, though he did not approach. He couldn't understand why Keiran didn't dodge when he could. Did something attack his psyche? Was there poison in the air? Perhaps it was Talia. Questions filled his head as he stood nearly ten meters away. His eyes swept the area for any sort of hidden trap.

He found none. This absence of danger, rather than providing relief, only heightened his caution, making him even more wary of the unseen dangers.

Altair's smile only seemed to deepen, the redness pulsing with the sudden throbbing of his pupils. It was a smile that held a secret, a hidden power that was nearly indescribably invisible to those who weren't aware of the signs of the Eye of Sacrilege. It reached across the distance, invading Atticus' mind, cautious not to make any irregular gestures.

Crown of the Vale