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

Curious about what Mephisto could want from Reina, Altair could only scratch the back of his head, unable to conceive of anything he might need from her. He'd considered perhaps it was the Duke Lord of the Second Layer of Hell, but he renounced the idea, realizing that Mephisto did not necessarily need to go through Reina to speak to a Duke, much less a Prince or King of the Hell.

Mephisto was the Eight Monarch of the Nine set across the Nine Layers of Hell. He didn't need anyone's permission.

Altair sighed, peering towards the aimless skies. He had found himself meeting more and more monsters that couldn't fit in any one box. Was Mephisto an enemy? An ally? Perhaps both. He sighed again, pulling himself together before deciding to return to his cave.

Arsene Vs. Lilith I