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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

Fifth Circle I

At the emergence of the system notification, Altair muttered, "Intestering."

"Did you say something?" Elena asked, staring at the bed as if she wanted to sit down but did not have the courage. She could just about hear the scolding remarks from Elder Yorke. She looked at Altair, but he did not seem to notice. Lost in his world. She quickly flushed when she saw him begin to take off his tunic. 

Shyness turned to anger as she demanded. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" 

Altair only glanced at her. They had been on the road and in the wilderness for countless days. Even if he could cleanse himself with magic, it could not beat a warm bath to soothe away his aching muscles and joints. Perhaps it was just his imagination, but Altair could feel his body crying out for his hot spring back in the Palace of Sygian, even if they were always in a perfect state of being.