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

When the duchess arrived within the Dining Hall, a slight frown of imperfection touched her lips in the form of a frown. The sight of her son beside Nox hadn't bothered her as much as what was missing from the table. The manor was as large as a castle, and it was rather difficult to control who or what Noctis wanted to see. No. What bothered her was the absence of Noctis' personal maid.

Nox aside, there were five unverified men, Veil Hunters, within the hall with her son, who appeared without an escort.

"Mommy!" Said Noctis, hurrying to his feet. He sprinted on over, leaping into her embrace.

"Darling, where's Anna?" asked the Dutchess.

Noctis shrugged. " I haven't seen her." He said all innocently.

"Mommy. I'm not a little kid. I can dress myself."

Veil Hunters III