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

<p>The day Altair awoke, he had been silent, his serpentine pupils coldly peering at the skies lost in some unseamed void. He felt lost and uncomfortable in his skin. He was stronger, faster, and harder, but for some reason, he hadn't felt like himself. It was all too visceral. </p>

<p>For a week, he merely stared up at the sun and moon, drowning in the endless lake that was mana around him, swallowing him far, far, far into its depths. The realm of knowledge felt warm. Here, he could learn without the need to be burdened by worldly things. He could know things without being told. </p>

The Abyssal Twins