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

For the past fortnight, Altair had a nagging sensation of unease coursing through his veins. A knowing of catastrophe rose over his head as he stood in his cave, clouded by the incense of the Mind. Thoughts that the Mind Incense should have cleared away returned in full, lashing onto idle thoughts as the sensation grew.

Presently, he stood in a pool of sweat, unsure if it was due to refining Vale Qi or something else. Nevertheless, he felt exhausted, burdened by the intangible weight on his shoulders. He was panting, wiping the tang of sweat from his lips.

"Master?" said Raven, her voice filled with concern. "Are you alright?"

Lilith and Syris I