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

"Well… This is quite the mess," Altair said once the door was closed. He took a seat on his bed, not so weary as he was annoyed by the interruption. He stared at Elena, covered in tears.

"It's your fault! You did this!" Elena said with bitter hate.

Altair would have slapped her if he had not been too comfortable to move. So Tasha backhanded her in his stead. Her lips split, and blood weltered down her chin.

"The wound will heal, Your Grace," Tasha said with a light bow. "Her Father should not notice."

"Father?" Vaguely recalling a shadow that seemed to cover the ruin of the Tribulation, he furrowed his brows. His thoughts were all but a mystery to the woman. "Tasha, how long was I asleep?"

"Then…" He glanced at Elena. "I won the bet."

Elena shook and didn't dare raise her eye to meet his, nursing her wound like a frightened fawn.

Madness Vs The Man