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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

Genesis

Eyes were drawn, poised upon the Emperor, who embodied death itself. Fear coiled like serpents around the hearts of many as they watched him take his rightful seat upon his throne. The half smile on his lips was both inviting and far, appearing as if to cast a shadow on the hearts of anyone who sought to approach him. 

Those that could not withstand the Will of the Abyss were either carted off in a body bag or on someone's arm. No one complained or rather found they could not enthralled by the sensation weighing them down. They wanted to kneel, to proclaim him the rightful king, yet reality spoke of their position, holding them in contempt. 

The Emperor lifted his gomplet prepared by Tasha, his personal Sword Maid for the evening. Everyone's eyes followed his movements, their bodies mirroring his actions.