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

Altair looked at Aurelia seriously, remembering her image through his vision into the past. He might have smiled if the notion of a war with every single angel didn't seem like an absolute nightmare.

"What do you gain from that?" he asked, as any normal man might.

"There isn't any benefit," Zariel said wearily. "And how'd you know where we were?"

Aurelia snorted, throwing her head high. "Did ya think I'd flee while you negotiated our freedom? Lilith and I didn't even require ten minutes to gather an army to annihilate these Ilvarians." she glanced at Corvin with a chilling look that felt like a lance through the chest. He paled, finding a part of himself recede into some unseen place in his heart. "Anyway. We followed you here. When we learned you were safe, we disbursed our armies."

To War