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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

The Dukes Vassals I

"Send the bill to my house," Altair commanded, pocketing a few Seventh Circle Heartstones. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to sustain him for the next few nights, or so he hoped. Vacating River Mor, he had Tasha hunt down several more merchants that specialized in Mana Shards or Heartstones. 

It was evening when businesses began to close one by one. By the time an hour had passed, weary men, women, and children flooded the streets, trying to make it home. 

Altair observed from his inn, drinking a glass of wine on the terrace. It was a little late, and it was apparent that no one, including himself, wanted to make the three-hour trek back. 

"My lord," Tasha approached her eyes seemingly on the horizon. "You're being watched." 

"Am I?" Altair laughed. "That bumbling buffoon Dane alerted many people." 

"Shall I kill him?"