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

Within the chamber room of Lord Elgar De Nier, the absence of sound became all the more deafening as Grandson and Grandfather sat in silence. Tasha had brought refreshments, coffee she'd personally bewed and poured for her Master, though noticeably, she didn't do the same for Lord Elgar. It had been ten minutes since, but neither had spoken.

"You've changed…" Elgar's words finally broke the silence, carrying with them a weight of accusation. "Were you so heartbroken?"

Altair folded a leg over the other and handed his teacup over to Tasha. She bowed, excusing herself to his rear. "To awaken to see my replacement is never a good thing. Though it's a surprise, Father even remarried. I'd have thought he'd have died alone."

House Nier II