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Shadow of the Abyss

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? *** "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!!!!!"

Lord_Damocles · Fantasy
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450 Chs

Athena I

'Experience,' Altair thought, idly peering out at the carriage Silia had procured for his arrival. It was an odd thing. Despite it being his first time within Themyscira, Altair had found himself reminiscent. Familiar trees, landmarks, and faces swelled across his mind like a maelstrom of the senses. 

He felt happy, taken back by the feeling of home. It made him realize how little he truly understood of his Pale Knights. These were not his feelings, his nostalgia; they belonged to Alyssa. The memories, the experiences, the pleasure, the sorrow he'd taken them all into him, claiming her reality through death. 

Just then, a faint disturbance drew him away as Tasha guided his hand to her lap. He watched, neither speaking nor rejecting her touch. 

"In Mythos, it's believed that one could read the fait of Gods and Mortals alike by reading the palm,' she said. "Would you like me to read yours?"