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 rage that had been unveiled had sparked outrage amongst the denizens of Babels Tower. The New Gods were not just appalled; their faces twisted in a mix of shock and horror at the news of the Upper Moon's interference. They were utterly aghast by the one called Altair Blackwood and the slaughter he brought. Far across the First Floor, infernal lightning reigned supreme like the hands of a furious god, smiting the land into wasteland.

Magma flared skyward, only to burn to vaper following the bolt that shrieked across the skies, unable to allow even the most basic of elements to exist.

Such a sight left even the cruelest gods amused. It had been clear that Altair and his people didn't have the power to uproot the first realm, but they were doing it brick by brick. Altair Blackwood, with his overwhelming power, was scorching the elements as though they were the earth. It was a sight to behold and admire, at least to the Demons and Devils of the Myriad Heavens.

Zero and Mephisto