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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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One Year

Overlooking the highest peak beneath uneven land, both tall and short, fixated with stones forged of condensed Mana that stood like mountains, carving valleys that stretched for miles. A young boy stood locked in the lotus position. By his side stood two strange manners of humonoids. Their skin was a pale eerie grey, with tone physiques, while their eyes burned an inhuman amethyst. 

"Master," Jörm called the vigilance in his eyes never fading. "It's time." 

The Master grinned. "One year…" He said, carrying a devilish charm unbefitting of his age. He graciously stood to his feet, opening his eyes that eternally glowed within the darkness. Altair turned to Kirr and Jörm, his Eye of Sacrilege dimming the world around him. "It's been a while since I saw the moon." 

Kirr nodded, his handsome expression untouched by the scars of his past life lit up. "We can finally leave this place." 

Jörm rolled his eyes. "It's just snow outside. Nothing special."