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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 · Fantasie
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Vastroph

It was as Ashara had said—there had been a parade to greet him, or rather the Dutchess and Old Duke. They were the ones with the power of a Transcendent. The Old Duke was even a war hero, said to have lived through seven Great Wars. Men and women, mostly nobles of lower houses, were no different than proper beggars, lacking the dignity of an actual nobleman. 

Ashara had pointed out seven who had succumbed to her girls, no different than thralls. It went without saying that they would obey. They hadn't much choice when it came to mortal men, much less transcendents or even gods. The succubus art of subduction was unmatched. Only those of a palatine could hope of resisting.