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

It had taken nearly three and a half days for Altair to finally feel the effects of Soul Exhaustion fade from his consciousness. During that time, he had done nothing but filter through the memories of Nox De Nier to the best of his abilities, while at night, he'd Dual Cultivate with Tasha, devouring her blood to refine his Fourth Vale Star, slowly blossoming.

Presently, Altair stood beneath a peculiar tree billowing azure blossoms. He'd learn this had been Nox's favorite spot, where he'd meditate or absorb Mana. Nox had always found this particular spot peaceful. It was secluded, away from the manor, but not too far; he couldn't see it. If he looked to his left, he could see his dukedom, the city run by House Nier, the Fifth Star City, Akrim.

It was as if nothing had changed despite the fact that over a thousand years had passed. It still looked as old as it was majestic, having withstood Seven Realm Wars and somehow the test of a hundred thousand years.

World Refinement