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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

Festival of Chaos II

The night before the Festival of Chaos, Altair could not pull his gaze off Tenebrae, who was encased in a beautiful azure crystal. His fists were clenched, and an indescribable sensation of powerlessness overwhelmed him as he stared to where a slight crack blemished the side of her cheek, trailing down her slender neck. 

He felt his heart wrench against his chest. "Mother…" He whispered, paying his respects to the woman who gave him everything.

For an hour, he stood there, palms clasped together in prayer. To whom he was praying, too, Altair could not say; he just wanted her whole.