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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 Forsaken

Thrown before his feet like some common wench, Sif lay sprawled over the bailey, powerless to stand, much less raise her head. She wasn't injured, that much Altair could see, yet the look in those pale silver blue eyes of her's carried a look he had seen in many dead men. 

"This is Sif?" 

It was Freya who nodded. "Yes, a family friend, if you will," and with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, she said, "one whom we gave our demon infantry to play with for… Gods, how long was it?" 

"You're asking me?" Arsene scratched his cheek. "I can't remember what I did yesterday." 

"That would be me," Freya said in an alluring tone. 

"Not at the table," Aurelia mouthed off, leaning over on Zariels shoulder, half asleep. She yawned, muttering, 'Feed me,' to Zariel. Who promptly ignored her.