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

"All this, my beautiful boy…" Tenebrae was saying, throwing her arms in the air at the large spires and monolithic building that rose across the land, locked in eternal night. "Is yours. Welcome to my Realm, Noctem. The Realm where the only light to exist is that of the distant stars and the moon."

She touched her swollen belly, a proud smile plastered across her face. She laughed, arms pressed to her hip to show off her belly, and said, "Want to know a secret not even that dummy father of yours knows? You can't tell him, okay? It's just for us. You and me. Not even Luna or my other children know. Arsene has only touched a sliver of truth to the matter in becoming what he is. But the darkness holds so much truth that it is impossible to tell what's real or fiction. Let Mommy tell you about the Shadow Isles."

Crown and Shadows II