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

"What's with her?" Tasha inquired, staring at the brooding Morrigan as they took the shuttle toward Babel Tower. "She looks like someone punched her in the face."

"Master is a bully," Raven said, not as a comment but as a fact. She sighed, patting Morrigan on the head. "There-There big sis. Ravens here for you."

"Have you ever been punched in the face?" Altair asked, swiping through the matrix of holographs.

"Of course. Your not a true devil if you haven't gotten your ass handed to you. Lady Levi kicked my ass so bad I needed to enter the Blood Pits to regenerate part of my skull that went pop."

Altair had to look up for that. "I know Devils are immortal, but that seems… excessive."

Second Floor of Babel's Tower I