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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 Madness Of The King

Shadows beneath the black moved. Branchs shuddered, and the winds whistled through leaves. And wolves howled at the Full Moon, echoed by the pack. The forest went silent; as a star shrieked across the vast expanse of stardust, it vanished far beyond the horizon. 

From a branch, Lord Blackwood watched, shutting his eyes, to dream of a Vale beyond the stars. There, he sat upon an ancient throne overlooking the flames. Their numbers seemed endless, yet they were a speck within his domain.

He woke at first light, groggy to the sight of his devil. 'My devil,' he told himself, held down by the weight of his dreams and fatigue. A blemish of blood still rested on her cheek, perhaps from a late-night hunt or the slaughter from last night. He could not say which. 

"Good Morning, Master," Tasha said, offering a bow. "Are you hungry?"