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

Just as Altair studied the Imperial Tutor, Adrum Faytal, so too did Adrum smoothly study the young master nox with righteous indignation. Something in him seemed to register a passive resistance that left his brow arched. He smiled, but just as fast as his lips rose, they fell at Tasha's swift appearance before the young master.

It was subtle, nearly imperceptible, but Altair had barely felt the slightest quiver against the barrier held by his Soul of the Indomitable before Tasha moved. His palatine smile hung languidly, betrayed by his eyes hard, as tempered steel.

"We weren't expecting your arrival," said the Duchess coolly, the first to return to her seat, followed by the others. "How is his grace?"

"I, dear, say he's in high spirits. When His Majesty heard that Nox De Nier had awakened from his thousand-year slumber, he summoned the imperial guards to leave, but as with all kings. Duty Calls," Adrum explained. "And so he sent me in his stead."

The Imperial Tutor II