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

A/N: Sorry for the lack of an update, but Hurricane Beryl left us without internet/power. I just got back internet last night, and it's hella spotty. I'll make the chapters up when we get power; my generator can't handle my computer, lol.

From the look in his eyes, Adrum Faytal was prepared to tear off Altair's head if it were the last thing he'd ever do.

"Now then, Lord Areon, if you'd be so kind. Why don't you tell us your point of contact?"

The shedding of tears from the Viscount did not garner pity. The men of the North who had lived as a part of the Nier Dutchy had all been fiercely loyal to the Dukedom. The love they'd held for the Duke, both new and old, could not simply be measured despite the passage of time.

The Imperial Tutor III