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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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454 Chs

Nox De Nier III

'1000 years,' Altair wondered, unable to even imagine the amount of time that really was. It seemed only like words on paper rather than a reality. 

He exchanged looks with Tasha before settling his face back on the butler. Tasha seemed to understand because she stood up, spinning on her heel, and said, "Leave. The Young Master will not be seeing anyone."

Anklem practically paled. "Young Master. Allow me to—" his words fell on deaf ears as Tasha conjured a sword forged out of Mana and pressed it against his throat. 

"Leave!" Tasha demanded, drawing a sliver of blood.

Anklem froze before retreating a few steps. With a dismissive bow, he left without another word. 

Neither Altair nor Tasha spoke until they saw Anklem ordering a few servants to drag Layla away. 

"I wasn't sure of Nox's mannerisms or if he has an accent, so I didn't speak," Altair explained. 

"We could make up a cover story," said Tasha. "Amnesia or something."