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

Arsene did not know what to say to the woman about to blow his son's deepest secret. If he could laugh, he might have, but nothing about the situation was funny. If anything, he felt a greater sense of anxiety for Altair than his other two. Vesyrn and Izalith were about to be able to control causality, but Altair was a bit slow when it came to getting a grasp of his power, though it had a lot to do with the regulation of the Myriad Heavens versus Arcadia, a lawless paradise.

"Mr. Snow, you look as if you've licked a toad," Lilith said as she stood at a standing mirror, tinkering with her ceremonial robes. He growled at how tight it cupped her sinuous figure. It was honestly a crime how tight clothes were becoming nowadays. "Altair will be fine. I'm doing him a favor."

"I fail to see how that is the case."

Abyssal Fragments