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

[Congratulations on completing the First Trial]

Altair ignored the system message, continuing through the burning city, his seething rage swallowing the first city of Babels Tower. The amassing cries raged on as shrill cries of men and women pleading for their lives hummed across the embers of their hellscape. Shadow Demons raged, claiming life without mercy, much less a kindling of hesitation.

The Shadow Demons, with their dark and ominous presence, were basking in the glory of their conquest, their wretched bodies engulfed in the smoldering flames of destruction. The stench of death and decay hung heavy in the air as the demons reveled in the sight of fallen warriors whose blood pooled around them. The echoes of their triumphant howls seemed to pierce the very fabric of the heavens, daring the gods to challenge their power.

"For the God Emperor!" Shouted one of the Shadow Demons, claiming the skull of a delicate female as his own.

Fear