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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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Hell Tide: Eight Months

Upon the mountain of mutilated demons butchered like cattle, Reina sat like a goddess of war, stained as red as her hair. Her golden eyes fixed upon Laros on one knee, too weak to stand. She stood in her contempt, stunning without flaw. She slid down the bodies on a severed gnoll arm and trailed past him. 

Panting and gasping, his lungs ablaze by hardship, Laros pushed down on his sword to aid him up. 

"Eight months, and this is all you can do," Reina expressed without much regard. She left, returning to her pavilion to the hot bath Talia had prepared for her. Scorching hot, Ren couldn't have torn off her armor fast enough as she sunk in, blissfully moaning a breath of relief. 

"Gods, I needed this," Ren hooted, cresting her head against the wooden rim of her tub. 

Treading her finger through her hair, Talia began untangling her matted hair. "Are you missing, Master? It's been about a week since they went to meet up with the Sword of the King."